Off-Limits

*LOUDER FOR THOSE IN THE BACK*

This is work of FICTION. Pushing my own boundaries a bit by publishing this. Enjoy!

The lights came back up and people left. We just looked at each other, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What now?" I asked.

"You tell me."

"I guess we should start by leaving."

He smiled again. "Okay. Lead on."

I got up and he followed me out of the theater. We went into the mall and headed for the parking lot. We got to the door and stopped short.

"Holy..."

"Shit," he finished. While we'd been in the movie, it had started to snow. And it was snowing hard. There was a security guard standing by the doors and he held up his hands for us to stop.

"The roads are awful," he said. "Do you have a long ride home?"

"Not really," my brother said.

"Then I'd get going before it gets much worse."

We walked out to the car and I kept my balance. For a while. About a yard or so away from the car, my feet just slipped out from under me. I let out a yell and landed on my bottom. He crouched down and helped me sit up, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so," I said. I tried to sit up higher and gasped. My ankle was on fire.

"What is it?"

"My ankle. I must have twisted it."

He helped me off of the ground and propped me up while he opened the passenger door. He plunked me down and I finagled my leg inside. I pulled the door closed and he went around to his side.

"Do you want me to stop at the ER?"

"No. I'm fine. Really."

He narrowed his eyes again but didn't contradict me. He turned on the ignition and pulled out the scraper. Soon he had the car cleared off and the heat was managing to warm me up. He checked the headlights and carefully backed out of the spot.

He drove in silence, stealing glances at me from time to time. But mostly he watched the road. I couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of us. Every so often, the car would slide or a plow would come up in front of us and he would have to turn to the shoulder to let it by. After a few minutes, I was sweating.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, pulling off the road and putting on the hazards.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't see. This is awful, the guy was right."

"What should we do?"

"There's a hotel at the next exit. Honestly, I don't think it's safe to keep driving. We can call Mom and let her know where we are."

A hotel. With my brother. Alone.

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I am. I don't want to get us dead out here."

He pulled back onto the road and we creeped along to the next exit. I called our mother on my cell phone and told her the plan. She didn't argue, she was just happy that we found somewhere to wait it out.

He parked in the hotel parking lot in front of the office and I waited in the car, not willing to risk slipping again. I thought about the movie, or should I say the kissing. The movie was a blur. But the kissing wasn't. I touched my lips and remembered how soft and warm his mouth was, how his tongue brushed mine. It made my crotch, oh sorry, my PUSSY, tingle. I resisted the urge to stroke it. He would be coming out any time and I didn't want to be caught at it.

He came out a few minutes later holding up a keycard. He got into the car and drove to the other end of the parking lot, in front of a ground floor level door. He got out and opened the door and turned on the light. He came back to the car and opened my door. He helped me get out and practically carried me inside. Once I was sitting on one of the room's double beds, he went back out and locked up the car.

He came into the room and locked the door behind him. He pulled the blinds, blocking out the sight of the snow and headlights on the plows. He took off his coat and reached for mine. I gave it to him and our fingers brushed against each other. My face was hot and he gave me a lopsided grin.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you tonight. Can you take off your shoes?"

"My shoes?"

"So we can look at your ankle."

"Oh. Right."

I untied my shoes, thankful that I'd worn loose-fitting, worn out sneakers. I kicked the left one off and reached down to ease off the right. I sucked in my breath a bit. It was swollen, I knew that much already.

He crouched on the floor in front of me and took the shoe out of my hand. He peeled down the sock, much more gently than I had ever known he could be. He touched my ankle lightly and I sucked in my breath again.

"Sorry," he said. "Do you want me to go get you some ice? The machine is right around the corner."

"Okay, if you want."

He got up and left, empty bucket in his hand. I slid backwards on the bed, wincing. I pulled out the pillows and set them up behind my back. Within a minute, he came back in the door. He locked up again and went into the bathroom, coming out with a hand towel. I watched him wrap ice in it. He got a pillow from the other bed and gently lifted my ankle onto it. He lowered the ice towel onto it and sat on the side of the mattress.

"Feeling any better?"

"Not really."

He got up and got plastic cups from the counter. "Are you thirsty? There's a soda machine out there, too."

"You can relax a little bit. You keep getting up and leaving."

He blushed. He actually blushed. "I don't... I mean, I just don't want to..."

His voice trailed off. It was my turn to blush. "If you want some sodas or snacks, then sure. But maybe you should just get it all at once. You're going to freeze."

He grinned. "I like how you worry about me, Sis. I'll be back."

He got up and left again. I stared up at the ceiling. We were going to be here all night. Alone. But we had beds.

He came in a few minutes later, his arms full. He shut the door with his foot and set the loot on the table. "I got you some chips. And an ice cream bar. You still like those, right?"

"Yes."

He sat next to me on the bed and we ate ice cream. I was having trouble swallowing. The kissing during the movie kept popping up into my mind. He watched me as I ate. He had turned the TV on and a newscaster was covering the weather. She said it was going to last well into the early morning hours and would still be a mess at lunchtime.

I finished the ice cream. I wrapped the stick in the paper and set it on the stand next to me. I shifted my weight and slid my legs off the side of the mattress. He looked up, concern plain on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to use the bathroom."

"Do you need help?"

"I don't think so."

I got up and limped into the bathroom. I shut and locked the door behind me and turned on the lights. I sat and washed my face on a towel. I could hear him walking around in the other room. He was flipping channels, presumably bored with the news. I flushed and stood up. I stared at my reflection. There was a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. I took off my pants and bra, standing there in my panties and shirt. I pulled the robe on and looked at myself some more.

I reached down and swiped under my arms and down my neck with the washcloth. Then I rubbed it across my pussy. The warmth of the material and the slightly roughened texture made me gasp. I was cleaning myself before bed, like I always did, but I never wanted to stop. Soon, I was climaxing. I tried to keep my lips together and muffle the sound, but I was sure he could hear me.

I rinsed the cloth and hung it up. I tied the robe and jumped when he knocked on the door.

"Are you okay in there?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm fine. I'm coming right out."

I took a deep breath and held it for a count of ten. Then I opened the door and stepped back into the room. He was staring at me. I held the edges of the robe together. We just looked at each other.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up."

"Valerie..."

"Gabriel. I said shut up."

He shut up. He just stared at me. I tried my best not to limp, but I still lacked balance. I walked to him and managed to tip forward. He caught me, standing up and putting his arms out. I fell into his chest and put my hands near his shoulders. I looked up at him and he wrapped one arm behind my waist and the other around my shoulders.

"Valerie, I don't know about this."

"About what?"

Now it was his turn to blush. I was warm all over and I wished I'd had more experience. I had no idea what to do.

"You're my sister."

"Yes, I am."

He rolled his eyes. "That's not usually a selling point for relationships."

"Wouldn't that depend on the type of relationship?"

He shook his head. "I forgot how much you like to argue."

"Who's arguing?"

"Look," he said, stepping back just a few inches but keeping his hands on me, "watching you last night was hot. It was very hot. And the movie was hot, too. But that should be where it ends, shouldn't it? It shouldn't have happened in the first place. I don't know what got into me."

"Gabriel..."

"No," he said, easing himself out of the embrace. "I can't. We can't. It's not right."

"Who says?"

"Every law book in the country?"

"I think that's about marriage. And I don't want to get married."

"What DO you want?"

I sat on the edge of the bed and let the robe open, revealing my shirt and bare legs. His eyes slid down then came back up to rest on mine. What did I want? I wanted a lot of things. I wanted to understand. And I knew I shouldn't want to touch him. Or want him to touch me.

But I did.

Right or wrong, I did.

"I want to see what you feel like."

He licked his lips but shook his head again. "We can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my little sister. I'm supposed to take care of you."

"You can take care of me. You can show me what all of the fuss is about."

"What do you mean?"

"I never had sex with anyone. I gave one blow job. And I never wanted to touch anyone or have them touch me. I don't know why."

"So, you're seriously a virgin? Like, completely?"

"Yes."

"Because you didn't want anyone to touch you?"

"Yes."

"What's different now?"

"You're my big brother. I know you care about me. I know you want to take care of me. And I think I was waiting because I never found a guy that was enough like you."

He knelt on the floor in front of me, touching the edge of the robe. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. I reached down for him and he took my hand. I pulled him to a standing position and he stood looking down at me. I slid the robe off of my shoulders and he backed up.

"Don't..."

"Why?"

"Because then I'll want to take the other clothes off, too."

My heart sped up. I'd heard similar lines over the years, but they had only annoyed or even repulsed me. "Then, take yours off," I said, before I could stop myself.

He grinned at me. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing his bare chest and stomach. I'd seen it a million times before. But it looked different to me now. It wasn't all rigid or smooth, and it wasn't a waxed, hairless expanse. There were tufts of chest hair around his nipples and down his stomach. His stomach wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either. It looked like any number of men's chests and stomachs. But I didn't care about theirs.

"Do you want me to take mine off?" I said, reaching for the bottom of my own shirt. He frowned and blocked my hands.

"No. Not yet."

I was going to protest but he didn't give me the chance. He leaned forward and caught my chin with his free hand. He tilted my head and kissed me. This time he wasn't hesitant. He slid his tongue between my lips and moved it back and forth along mine. He leaned forward and I allowed myself to be pushed onto my back. He straddled my hips, still kissing me.

I reached up and slid my fingers in his hair. He let out a low moan and pulled back a few inches.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. But I don't trust myself if I get you out of your clothes."

"But..."

"No buts," he said, grinning again. "Listen to your big brother."

He slid his hand up and over my shirt, lightly grazing my nipple. Now it was my turn to moan. He repeated the motion with his other hand. I had no idea it could feel this good, just to have someone touch me through a shirt.

I touched his back and tried to pull him closer. He straightened up, his eyebrows crinkled up again.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to do anything you'll regret later."

"I won't."

He licked his lips and cocked his head to the side. That had always reminded me of our old beagle but somehow it didn't look silly this time. "You said you've given a blowjob before?"

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"No. It made me gag and it was really hot and sticky."

"What if I just take off my pants and you can... Explore my body. Basically you can just do whatever you want."

"Okay."

"But your clothes stay on."

I wanted to pout or stamp my foot. But I didn't. I wanted to see him naked too much to risk it.

"Fine."

He stood up and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his pants to the ground, revealing a pair of plaid boxer shorts. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled down the covers on the other bed. He sat at the edge and beckoned me over. I got up and stood in front of him.

"Take my boxers off," he said. "Then I'll know you really want to do this."

I bent over and slid them down. He lifted his hips to let me pull them off completely. His cock was sticking straight up in the air and was hard as a rock. He laid back and spread his arms. "Go ahead," he said. "You said you were curious."

I climbed on the bed and knelt between his legs. I touched his thighs, enjoying the crinkly hairs. I touched his stomach, tracing the line of hair between his navel and his pelvis. Finally, I touched his cock.

He sucked in his breath and his eyes snapped open. I met his gaze and he said, "Don't do anything you don't want to do, Valerie."

"I won't."

I wrapped my hand around his cock and started stroking it up and down. I got closer to it, prepared for the overpowering smell. Thankfully, his scent was very different. I watched the head as I stroked, loving the way it moved with my rhythm. A few drops of liquid popped out and I thought about how his cum had tasted the night before.

I leaned down and kissed the head, making him gasp and clench his fists on the sheets. I watched him as he watched me. I licked the area under the head and ended up with the very tip in my mouth. He was breathing heavily and he started moving his hips up and down.

I got a better grip on his cock and slid my mouth over the head. I watched his eyes as I started sucking. It was so much different than it had been with my ex-boyfriend. Gabriel wasn't grabbing my hair or holding my head in place. He wasn't shoving it down my throat. And he wasn't making weird animal noises.

"Valerie, I'm gonna cum."

"Okay," I said, my mouth still around his cock.

"No, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "If you don't want it in your mouth..."

"I told you to shut up, remember?" I said. "So shut up and cum in your sister's mouth."

"Oh Christ, here it comes..."

And he did. He let out a low cry and his hips flexed upwards, but he didn't choke me. The liquid was warm and sticky, but it tasted good.

It tasted right.

I swallowed most of it, but a small dribble was on my chin. He sat up and smiled. He cupped my face and ran his thumb over my chin, wiping it away.

"Was that okay?" I asked.

"No. It wasn't okay. It was phenomenal."

I smiled. His cock was deflating like a balloon but I still wanted to touch it.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Of course."

"Lie down. It's my turn."

I did what he asked. As we passed each other while changing positions, we kissed again. His tongue touched mine and I knew he was getting a taste of his own cum. But he didn't seem to mind.

He sat between my legs and put his hand on my thighs.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You'll see. Just stay still."

He knelt between my legs, still naked. He bent over and kissed me again. I tried to sit up but he pushed his torso downward, keeping me down. He started kissing my neck, his breath warm and his lips soft. Without realizing it, I slid my fingers into his hair. I'd never felt anything like it before. In the movies it always looked a little ridiculous when people were making out and licking each other's necks.

But this felt perfect. I sighed into his mouth and he pulled back, a grin on his face.

"You okay?"

"Yes," I said. "I want to touch you. I want to taste your cock again."

He chuckled. "So impatient."

I opened my mouth to respond, but he kissed me again, physically preventing it. His tongue touched mine and my hands went back in his hair.

I felt him shift his weight but he never broke the kiss. He held himself up with one hand and touched the bottom of my shirt with the other.

He slowly moved his hand up, careful to stay on the outside of my shirt. I tensed up. No one had ever touched me this way. Granted, my doctor was a man, but there was no way I could compare this to a breast exam.

"Relax," he whispered, breaking the kiss. He kissed the edge of my jaw and moved on back to my neck. My heart was pounding, both from pleasure and frustration.

"Please," I said. "Please, let me touch you."

"Not yet," he whispered. He kissed his way up my neck until he got to my ear, adding in the occasional nip with his front teeth. It felt amazing. I almost forgot about his hand.

He'd run it slowly up and down my stomach. The shirt tugged a little with every stroke. He brushed the area directly below my left breast before moving to cup it in his hand.

I gasped again. He didn't answer. He just kept working my ear and neck with his mouth as he squeezed with his hand.

He caught the nipple between his thumb and finger and rolled it around. "God," he whispered, his breath tickling, "I always loved your tits."

"You did?"

"They're beautiful. You have the most sensitive nipples." He switched sides, squeezing my right nipple.

"I should have known they would fit perfectly in my hand," he said, pulling back enough so he could look me in the eye.

"Why?"

He moved his hand down and I groaned in protest. He grinned and slipped it under my shirt and traced an imaginary line on my bare skin. He touched my nipple and I jumped.

He hadn't been kidding about how sensitive they were. I'd always had trouble when I didn't wear a padded bra because the slightest brush of fabric would make them instantly harden and poke out. I'd been embarrassed by them and it seemed like everyone loved to stare and giggle.

His expression changed. His grin went away and he licked his lips. His eyes narrowed and his voice was gruff. "I should have known because they were made for me. My sister's tits, and the rest of her body, were created to fit my body. It's always been meant to be, we just weren't paying attention."

My heart thudded. He played with my nipple and my breathing sped up. I reached for him but he shook his head and pulled back.

"My body was made for you," he said. "I'm your brother, and this was meant to be.

"Take off your shirt."

I pulled it up and over my head. His eyes widened and he shifted until he was straightened up on his knees, his hands rested on my knees. I reached up for him but he shook his head.

"Play with them," he said. "Play with your titties so I can watch. Show me what you like."

"I..."

He held up his hand, cutting me off. "Your brother wants you to play with your tits. Play with your tits, squeeze and tug your nipples until they're nice and hard. Twist them so they start to sting.

"I want to watch you," he said. "I want to see my sister play with her nipples for me."