Off-Limits

I took one tit in each hand and ran my palms over the already very erect nipples. He glanced back and forth between my face and my hands. I took both nipples between my thumb and fingers and tugged them.

"Twist them," he said. "Show your brother how you make them sting."

I tried giving them light twists but he leaned forward and pushed my hands aside.

"Like this," he said.

He caught them and tugged. They seemed to stretch farther than should have been possible.

"God, I love your tits," he said. "Your nipples are amazing. I didn't know they were that big."

He twisted my nipples harder than before. It didn't exactly hurt, but it wasn't gentle either. He worked them back and forth, making me gasp and grab his forearms.

He let go of my nipples and twisted his hands until he was holding my wrists. He leaned forward, pinning my hands by my head. His face was inches from mine, his breath warm on my cheeks.

"Tell me you want me," he said, his eyes hazy.

"I want you."

"Why do you want me?"

There were so many answers to that question. I wanted him because he was handsome. He had a nice body. He was a good kisser. He made my body feel amazing. But I gave him the truest reason of all.

"I want you because I'm your sister. I was made for you. I want you because you're my brother."

He smiled and leaned his face closer to mine until our noses were nearly touching. "I like that answer."

He didn't let go of my wrists. Instead he just shifted my weight until he was positioned over my chest.

"Can I taste my sister's nipple?"

The sensations were incredible. I had no idea my body could feel like this. I started squirming, moving my hips up and down in an automatic motion. My hands clenched into fists and I tried to raise my arms but he held me in place.

He switched sides, pulling the other nipple into his mouth. I felt a noise in my throat and he laughed, sending a vibration into my body.

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

He pulled back a bit. "I'll let go of your arms, and you can touch me, but don't go lower than my waist. Okay?"

"But..."

He shook his head. "Okay?"

"Okay."

He let go of my wrists, dragging his fingers down my arms, over my shoulders and tits, down my stomach, and rested on my hips. He sat up and I did the same. He shook his head again.

"Lie down and I'll take your panties off."

A squealing sound escaped my mouth, but I did what he said. He smiled again and hooked his thumbs under the sides of my panties. He drew his fingers lightly over the front before pulling them down and I lifted my knees so he could slip them off of my feet.

I watched him as he tossed the panties over his shoulder and gently pressed my knees apart, baring me completely. I touched his head and he looked up at me. The only word for his expression was hungry.

"God, you're beautiful."

He looked down again and got onto his knees. He leaned forward and hovered over me. He touched my thighs, stroking them. I had to bite back a demand to touch him. No matter how much I wanted to, I didn't want him to stop either.

"Hold yourself open for me. Spread your pussy lips for your brother."

I reached down and touched them. I held them open but had to look away. He sucked in his breath and cupped my cheek in his hand, tilting my head back towards him.

"Your pussy is beautiful. Don't ever be ashamed of that."

I nodded, all too aware how hot my face really was. He was staring directly into my eyes and caressed my cheek. Before I realized what I was doing, I turned my head and drew his fingers into my mouth, tasting his skin.

Now it was his turn to gasp.

His free hand rested on top of my pubic mound. He tugged the hairs gently, not causing any pain but still announcing their presence. I started sucking on his fingers, twirling my tongue around them like I had done to his cock.

I started to shift my weight but he pushed my hips back down. "Keep those lips open," he whispered. "Don't let go or this stops."

I nodded and readjusted my fingers. He looked back down at my open pussy. He let go of the hairs and traced my hands, stopping just short of my skin.

"Tell me you want me to touch you."

Instead of letting go of his fingers, I nodded. But he shook his head and pulled his hand away from my face.

"Say it."

"Please touch me. Please touch your sister's pussy."

He eased backwards enough so that he had room to maneuver. Then he used both hands to touch my inner thighs. "Don't look away," he said.

"I won't," I whispered.

He drew lazy circles on my legs, each time getting closer to my pussy. Finally, he let his fingertips rest under mine. He carefully touched my clit with the very tips of his index fingers, trapping it between them. I sucked in my breath with a hissing sound and he only grinned up at me.

He gently worked it back and forth between his fingers, sometimes pressing harder on one side or the other, other times working it up and down. I was breathing more heavily with each passing moment.

"Stay still," he said, shifting his weight again. "And don't forget to hold your pussy open for me."

He let go of my clit and laid belly-down on the mattress. Before I could really think about what he was doing, he kissed my open pussy. I jerked my hips up but he pushed them back down.

"Relax," he said.

"Easy for you to say," I groaned.

"Not even close to easy, little sister," he said, using the so-called childhood pet name.

I tried to do what he said, but my muscles kept tensing up and my hips would move. He was kissing my pussy, licking the folds of the inner lips and even sucking them into his mouth.

He pushed my fingers away, holding me open with his left hand. I reached down and touched his head, breathing even harder. His right hand rested just under me, his fingers touching the edges of my pussy lips.

He put a finger just inside. I gasped in surprise. Because I was a virgin, I hadn't ever gone to a gynecologist, and had never even used a tampon because I'd heard horror stories about how they would hurt.

"Sh," he whispered. "Trust me."

I opened my mouth to answer just as he pulled my lips open with one hand and planted his mouth squarely on my clit. Instead of words, of any protest or reassurance I could give him, what came out was a guttural moan that ended with a little shriek.

He licked my clit, up one side and down the other. He sucked it up into his lips, applying gentle pressure. His fingers dipped in and out of my pussy, still barely going inside at all. I started moving my hips in a rhythm to match his movements.

Tension and pleasure was building up inside of me, more than I'd ever had before when I would play with myself. I couldn't keep the moans inside. And he only licked faster.

Then, he did something I'd never even imagined in my wildest fantasies. He released my clit from his lips and then immediately sucked it back up, harder, and this time between his teeth. He nibbled it, just short of pain, and licked the exposed flesh.

I couldn't even think straight. I grabbed his hair in both of my fists and thrust my hips upward. He moved faster in response. His fingers were a little further inside of me, but he didn't go in all the way.

And that did it.

My body seemed to explode. I cried out his name and pulled his hair in my attempts to get him closer. My muscles moved of their own volition and my whole body clenched.

He kept licking, slowly releasing my throbbing clit and sliding his now wet fingers out of me. The sensations slowly stopped, leaving me panting and sweating. He gently pulled my hands away from his hair and moved so that he was lying beside me, propped up on one elbow.

My breathing slowly returned to normal. He ran his free hand down my stomach, smiling.

"How did that feel?"

"I don't even... I don't have a word for it."

He laughed. "Maybe someday we can do it again and give you a chance to find those words."

"Only maybe?"

"Maybe." He kissed me gently on the lips. "We need to get some sleep."

He pulled the sheet and blanket over us and pulled me into the crook of his arm. I snuggled into him, my arm over his stomach.

"Good night, Valerie."

"Good night, Gabriel."

*

I woke up and had a moment of total disorientation. The bed wasn't uncomfortable per se, but it was very obviously not my memory foam mattress. It was dark and I could hear the sound of traffic and the scraping of plows. I started to sit up but stopped when I realized there was a heavy arm wrapped around my waist.

I laid back down and wiped my eyes as my memory kicked in. My nipples hardened as the sheet slid over them and I couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath. Gabriel groaned and rolled onto his back, his arm sliding off of me. He didn't wake up, but the removal of his skin left me cold.

I slid over the bed and rested my head on the crook of his shoulder and chest. He made a small sound and I slid over even more. I rested my hand between my chin and his chest, the curly hairs tickling. He took a deep breath and I froze. I counted to five then shifted again, pressing my stomach to his side and my leg over his, my inner thigh resting just below his waist. He mumbled something and I snuggled into him even more.

His arm came up to wrap around me and he rested his cheek on my head. I went to slide my arm over his torso, but my fingers ran over his nipple and he sucked his breath in sharply. I ran it between my finger and thumb, liking the way it hardened. Apparently sensitive nipples ran in the family. I slowly made my way to his other side, my fingers toying with his other nipple while I nuzzled into the one closest to my face.

"Wha..." he muttered. I carefully slid my tongue over his nipple and raised my head so I could suckle it, my hand still working on the other side. His skin was salty with dried sweat and it was delicious. I sucked a little harder and even nipped at it with my front teeth.

"Huh?" He moved under me, his head raising and his hand tightening on my skin. "Valerie?"

"Shh," I said, his nipple still in my mouth.

"Wait," he said, moving more and sliding up. "Wait, stop, what are you doing?"

I could barely see his face. I trailed my hand down his stomach and rested it just above his pelvis. He sucked in his breath again and tried to sit up on his elbows. "We can't," he said, "we just can't. We shouldn't have started any of this."

I pulled myself over to him and curled back up along his side. I kept my hand on his pelvis and didn't make eye contact. I pressed my hips forward so that I was able to feel his leg hairs pressing into my core. I put my head back on his shoulder, cocking my neck slightly to make up for his new position. He stopped moving but didn't touch me.

"Sh," I said in a low voice. "It's okay."

He tried to pull his knees up but his outside foot bumped into my sore ankle. I gasped and rolled over, grabbing my calf. "Oh, shit," he said. He reached behind me and turned on the light. I blinked against the sudden brightness and took slow, deep breaths in response to the throbbing pain.

He got up and knelt on the floor in front of me. He was still naked, but I barely noticed. He held out his hand for my foot and I gently moved it to him. He ran his fingers on it and I tried to pretend I wasn't on the verge of tears. "Jesus, I'm sorry," he said, his eyebrows furrowed together. "I didn't know you were that close."

"I know."

"Do you want more ice?"

"What?"

"The ice machine is still right there. Just wait. I'll get some."

He pulled the robe on that I had worn, belting it quickly around his waist and went to the door barefooted. He pulled it open and a cold gust flew in, making the curtains billow and sway in response. "Wow."

"What?" I said.

"This is unbelievable."

"What?" I repeated. I forced myself to stand up, gently balancing with all of my weight on one leg and the other just there for balance. I reached over and held onto the other bed while I took careful steps to join him. The wind blew harder and a whirl of snow flew into the room.

"What are you doing?" He looked at me and practically leaped to my side, leaving the door wide open. He wrapped his arm around my waist and steadied me. "Are you trying to fall and break your fucking leg?"

"What?"

"Never mind," he said. He spun me back around and sat me on the edge of the bed. He went back to the door and looked out. "There's at least two feet of snow at the door," he said, his voice somewhere between awed and angry. "Fuck."

He closed the door and locked it again. He went to the bathroom and pulled the door shut. I sat on the bed, the pain in my chest much worse than the one in my ankle. That wasn't the same man that made me cum with his tongue on my clit. That was the brother that never treated me like anything except a pain in the ass.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to tell myself it was because of the snow. He was mad because the roads were even worse now, and it was already three in the morning. He was mad because he thought I was going to hurt myself.

He was mad because I woke him up.

He was mad because I didn't do a good job when I was touching him, or sucking on him.

I laid back on the bed, into the cold sheets that hadn't been slept in, and curled up into a ball, facing away from the bed we had shared. I tried to slow down my breathing so that it looked like I was asleep. Maybe he wouldn't even notice. After all, why should he?

The toilet flushed and the water ran. After a few seconds, the door opened and the light came into the room. I kept my eyes shut. "Valerie?"

I didn't answer.

The light went off and we were back in near-blackness. I heard him get onto the other bed and waited until I heard him swing his legs up. "Valerie?" he said, his voice low. "Are you awake?"

I didn't answer. I counted backwards from one hundred to myself as I listened for him to settle into the mattress. Once I got to zero, I counted back up. Then back down. Eventually, I would have to fall asleep.

Instead, I was crying. I tried to be quiet about it, but I was crying. My leg hurt. My heart hurt. My pride hurt.

A plow went by and the flashing lights came into the windows. He grunted and got up. I heard him adjust the curtains and the lights faded a little. I heard him check the locks when there was a horrible booming sound from outside. I jumped and my eyes flew open. "Holy fuck!" he said, moving away from the window.

I wanted to talk, to ask what happened outside. But I didn't. I closed my eyes again and tried to breathe deeply. "Valerie? Sis? You good over there?"

I didn't answer.

I heard him come closer and I didn't move. "That was a transformer," he said, kneeling back on the floor. "Power's out now."

I still didn't answer.

"I know you're awake."

A few seconds of silence passed. This time, his voice was stern and annoyed. "Dammit, would you answer me?"

"What?" I said, all too aware of how thick and watery my voice was.

"Hey," he said, all annoyance gone. "Hey, come on."

He felt along the edge of the bed until he found my shoulder. He sat next to me and ran his hand up and down my arm. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"No, not nothing. What's wrong?"

I didn't answer. If I opened my mouth I knew the sobs would come out in full force.

"Fine," he said, the annoyance back with a hint of hurt. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry we ever did anything. I'm sorry if I made you feel guilty. I'll never touch you again, I promise."

His hand disappeared and he stood up again. He went back to the other bed and I heard its springs pop. Sorry that I felt guilty? Was he serious? I sucked in some large lungfuls of air and wiped my face on the top sheet. I carefully got up and made my way to the other bed, holding on to the nightstand for balance. I sat on the edge and reached my hand out to where I thought he must be.

"Don't," he said. "I said I'm sorry. It's over."

"No," I said. I moved my hand until it ran into something solid and warm. "It's not."

"Yes, it is. I was wrong to touch you at all."

I tried to slide across the mattress but he moved away. "No," I said. "It wasn't wrong."

I slid over again, moving my hand again until I found his chest. I laced my fingers through the hairs and pressed myself back against his side. He groaned but didn't move, even when my pussy pressed against his thigh. I rocked my hips to rub on it and put my leg back over him. I reached back over his chest and I put my head back on his shoulder.

"Stop," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

"Why?"

"Because we can't."

"Please, Gabriel, please," I said, hearing the need in my own voice. I licked his nipple again and he squeezed his hand against the small of my back.

"Valerie..."

"You are my brother. Our bodies were made for each other, remember?"

"Oh, God..."

"Don't you want me?" I said. "Don't you want to touch me again?"

"Valerie..."

"Please. Don't you want to touch your sister's pussy? Don't you want to put your cock in your little sister's pussy? I don't want anyone else to fuck me. I just want you, please."

"God, I want you," he said, his voice low. I hadn't let myself touch his cock. I was afraid I would back out if I did. It had been so big in my mouth and down my throat. I hadn't even put my fingers in all the way.

"I want your cock," I said.

He rolled slightly, this time careful to stay away from the ankle. His hand touched my pussy and parted the lips. I gasped as he touched my clit and pressed his middle finger against the opening. Two more fingers joined in and he was touching my pussy with just the very tips. I rocked into his hand, the pressure from his fingers making me shake.

"I want your pussy," he said. "I want to be the first one who fucks it."

I shivered and he kissed under my ear. "What?" he said.

"How... I mean, won't it hurt?"

He laughed softly. "I would never hurt you. Never."

"How does it go in? How does it fit?"

"Let me show you?"

"Will you fuck your little sister's pussy? Will you really fill me up?"

"God, yes," he said. He rolled us both and I ended up on my back. He knelt between my thighs and leaned forward, sucking my nipple. He kept touching my clit and the outer lips. "Do you want your big brother's cock?" he asked, my nipple in his teeth.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, please, I want your cock. I want my brother's cock in my pussy."

He went up onto his knees and put pillows under my hips. I gasped as he moved me. He moved closer to me and I felt his cock touch my pubic mound. "Please, please fuck your sister's pussy."

"No," he said, leaning forward and grabbing my wrists from my sides. He held them up by my head as he slid his cock down to the entrance. He rubbed himself on my lips and clit and my breath sped up.

"No," he said again. "I want to fuck. But I want to fuck MY pussy."

"Yes," I said, moving my hips up as much as I could with the pillows set up the way they were. "Yes, please, fuck your pussy. Please, fuck me. Fuck your sister, please fuck your pussy. It was made for you."

He leaned forward slowly. I could feel the head pushing my pussy open and he stopped. "Let your hips open," he said. Let your body open for me. Open my pussy for me."

I let my legs fall open. He pushed forward again and I gasped. He held my wrists tighter and latched his mouth onto my collarbone. He sucked hard, sometimes using his teeth, as he rocked back and forth, easing himself inside. I gasped again and he let go of my neck. He released my wrists and got back up onto his knees.

"Hold my pussy open," he said. "Hold it wide open. When I fuck you, I want to feel your hands."

I slid my hands down my stomach and rested my fingers on my mound. He was still part way inside and he rocked ever so slightly. "Open up for me," he said again, and I could have sworn his teeth were clamped together. "Do it so I know you want to do this. Do it so I know my pussy is mine."