Bedtime Stories for Grownups
After Prom
ERIC WAS UNDER the covers when I crawled in bed in his T-shirt.
“You’ve got your boxers on?” He nodded. “You won’t try one of those stunts where you just accidentally wake up in the morning spooned against me with your cock in my crack, will you?”
“I probably won’t sleep that much,” he said. “I hardly ever get sleepy before three or four and then only sleep a couple hours.”
“What will you do? Am I safe?”
“Since I don’t have my computer, I’ll probably just read on my cell phone. I’ve got half a dozen books I’ve downloaded. And you’re safe. Hillary, no matter how much I love you… No. Scratch that. Because of how much I love you, I will never violate your trust or your body. Yes, you are safe.”
I pulled the covers up to my chin and rolled to my side. This wasn’t what I intended or what I wanted. I knew that now.
“Eric?” I whispered. I knew he could hear me. He was still sitting up with the light on. “I’m afraid. It’s not that I’m afraid of you. I trust you. I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. After all those stories and all the things you’ve imagined about me, I’m afraid the reality won’t live up to your expectations. Don’t answer.”
I could hear him shifting.
“Like, the sister in your story always has petite little nipples and pale areolae. My nipples are kind of fat. And my whole area there is really dark. And in your stories, you pinch them. If you did that to me, I’d knock you into next week. And I don’t smell like flowers when I get turned on. I smell like dead fish. I don’t shave my vulva, either. At least not completely. I probably have stubble under my arms and on my legs because my hair grows so fast. I’m not as hairy as our brother—maybe because I’m blonde, but it grows fast if not thick. I’m afraid that when I kiss you, you’ll realize I have bad breath. I’m afraid you’ll hate my breasts or that you’ll want to… put your penis in my butt. I… I…”
I was crying.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.” I was crying for sure now. I’d left my makeup on and now I knew I’d have black eyes. My brother was going to go from fantasizing about me to being disgusted with me.
“Hillary, baby sister,” he whispered. I snorted and snot flew out of my nose I wiped it on the edge of my pillowcase. I felt his arm around me. His phone was in front of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and blinked them to get the tears out of the way. I read what was on his screen. It was one of his stories where the brother is carrying his sister out of the woods when she twisted her ankle. It was a sweet scene, but I had no idea what he meant.
“What?”
“This is fantasy,” he said. He dropped the phone next to me on the bed and turned me toward him. I couldn’t bear to open my eyes and see his look of disgust. “This is reality.” I felt his lips on mine and I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him for all I was worth. This was reality.
“Eric, if I lose control and get carried away, don’t stop me. Okay?” He kissed me again with light little kisses on my smudged eyelids.
“When I wrote stories, I was making things up,” he said. “I’d see a picture on the internet and figure that was what a girl looked like. I’d read a description in someone else’s story and think that must be what girls like. It’s all make-believe. Hillary, the truth is I don’t know anything about girls. I don’t know anything about you. You have to tell me what you like and what you don’t like. You have to guide me. And I promise that if you start on anything I don’t like, I’ll let you know and tell you what I do like. Is that fair?”
“Yes,” I said. I kissed him again. “For starters, don’t touch my breasts outside the T-shirt. I want… I want the first time you touch me to be skin-to-skin.”
I kissed him again and pulled his hand down so he could slide it up under the T-shirt he’d given me. He got the message and I felt a million volts of electricity go up my spine when he softly slid his hand over my breast. He didn’t squeeze. He just rotated his palm around and I knew he could feel my nipple harden. I kissed him harder. I cried into his mouth.
“Eric,” I gasped. “Please tell me this won’t ruin everything between us. I feel like I only found out who my brother was these last few weeks. Please tell me that… sex… making love to you… won’t hurt us and make us not want to be around each other.”
“Hillary, I pledge to you that even if we never do this again… even if you stop us before we make love tonight… I will still love you and I will never push you or make you feel guilty or ashamed. It’s really… or actually, as you like to say… all I can give you—my promise.”
“I think, my loving brother, that you can give me much more than that. You can start by helping me take this shirt off.”
My brother… My brother was a gentle and considerate lover. In fact, even though Bradley was actually the only other lover I’d had, Eric was the most loving man I’d ever dated. It was like he didn’t care if he got any pleasure or not. He asked me if I liked things and if I didn’t know, he’d try it a little and then ask me again. Like, who would ever imagine that getting her armpits licked would be so damned sexy??? I think my brother had read a lot of fantasy stories on that story-site. Or maybe they were all things he’d written and invented. I’d never been licked to so many orgasms. He was a little awkward at first finding my clit because unlike my big nipples, my clit is tiny and likes it a little rougher. He kept asking me to point out what I liked and then he went exploring with his finger and… Oh my God! he found that spot inside that he’d written about and I went off again! I’d never been able to find that place.
Eventually, Eric started kissing his way up my torso again. He didn’t rush. He stopped and kissed that little spot just above my hipbone and below my navel. He played little kissy games around my breasts, driving me crazy before he actually sucked a nipple into his mouth and I came again. I hadn’t come down yet when he sucked the other one into his mouth and I came again.
All those stories he wrote about making his sister come multiple times—I thought that was the fantasy. Bradley had never gotten me off more than twice in a night and already I’d lost track of how many times I came with Eric.
And there he was, looking into my eyes. He raised his eyebrows. I could feel the tip of his cock right up against my labia. If I said yes, he was going to make love to me. I mean have intercourse. There was no question in my mind that he’d been making love to me for over an hour.
“Eric, there’s something else that you got wrong in the stories,” I whispered. “Please don’t be disappointed, lover. You aren’t going to get me pregnant. I got an implant when I was sixteen. It hardens the cervix and prevents the ovaries from releasing eggs. In all your stories, the first time you have sex with your sister she gets pregnant. That won’t happen. If it’s okay, though, we can practice.”
I reached down and guided his penis into my vagina. He just kept looking into my eyes and as I felt him penetrate my depths, I could also feel his love through his eyes. As he sank fully into me, he tilted his head a little and brought his lips to mine again.
Yes! This was what love was. This was more than sex with my brother. Hell! It didn’t even register that it was my brother. This was sex with the love of my life. He came to rest against my clit and we just held there. I could feel an orgasm an inch away and held it there for an eternity. Forever came when he pulled back and slid into me again. I screamed out my pleasure. He started to accelerate his motion and I grabbed his ass.
“Don’t… Don’t pound me, love. I want to feel every stroke in and out. I want to savor your entire length. When it’s too much for you to take any longer, I want you as deep in me as you can be so I can feel you shoot your semen into me. Take your time. I think… right now… I’m going to come again!”
I did. I assumed my brother would be right behind me, but at the slow steady pace I kept him to, I came again before I felt him press down against me and hold. I could feel his breath shudder and then the pulses as he shot into me. I came again.
Eventually, I fell asleep. I don’t think Eric slept at all. How would I know? When I woke up, he was sitting up in bed with his cell phone in his hands. I looked up at him and smiled.
“What? No cock between the cheeks of my ass when I wake up?” I asked.
“You expressly forbade that,” he said. “I told you…”
“Oh, Eric. What am I going to do with you? Please put down your phone and hold me.”
There was a lot of area left for us to explore. I realized that aside from glimpses, we’d stayed mostly covered last night and I wanted to look at him. And the best way to look at my lover was to let him look at me. I pulled him out of bed and took him to the shower. We didn’t ravish each other in the shower. I’ve tried shower sex and it isn’t all that easy. We washed each other lovingly and I finally got the streaky makeup off my face. And we looked at each other. I let him linger over washing my breasts as long as I kept washing his penis. We went back to bed and kicked all the covers off and made love again. He was so into pleasing me that I just wanted to feel him come in me again and again.
We lay there in the afterglow and I held him in my arms as he held me.
“Eric?”
“Yes, love of my life?” I sighed.
“I don’t know if you are the love of my life,” I said. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know. You know I’m still going to see Bradley, don’t you.” His turn to sigh.
“Yeah,” he said. “I know. I only want you to be happy.”
“That being said, it would make me happy to do this again,” I said. “Eric, I’ve never had such a gentle and generous lover, or boyfriend, or friend. I just don’t know if I love you.”
“Hillary, I’m not going to push you. I never expected to ever be this intimate with you. Not actually. I thought I’d just live in my fantasies for… forever. I will never ask you to be more than you are right now. Even if you don’t love me like I love you, I’ll take whatever you have to give. But don’t feel like I’ll hold you back from finding the love of your life. I love you. I find that right now that’s what I want you to know more than anything else. I love you. I’ve loved you since the day you pushed me out of the womb. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
We managed to get dressed eventually and checked out of the hotel at noon. We finally made it to Denny’s and had big skillet breakfasts. I think I eat more than my brother does. I managed to eat breakfast without getting any on my dress. He watched me a lot while we ate. Mom, he’s looking at me. Yeah. I didn’t mind at all.
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