Bedtime Stories for Grownups
Life As It Is
THE LAST FOUR WEEKS of school kind of flew by. Bradley got out of the hospital in the middle of the week and I went over to sit with him most of the weekend. Sex was kind of limited, but I gave him a blowjob and that made him pretty happy. As he was spurting in my mouth, I wondered why I hadn’t given Eric a blowjob. I was going to rectify that situation at the first opportunity.
The opportunity never seemed to arrive. We didn’t avoid each other, but it was the same as it always had been. We had our own lives and we lived them. He made sure I had the right assignments for the week on Sunday afternoon and he came to the last soccer game of the in-school season. I wouldn’t be playing the summer season. Volleyball was over. I had a really good feeling, thinking that he was there and that he was looking at me. I did pretty well, too.
Graduation came and after the big party that night, Bradley and I kissed and wished each other well. I could see three girls I knew were waiting to descend on him as soon as he was available. It was Saturday night and I was home late. I didn’t have any more school and I didn’t have any boyfriend. I was free as a bird. So, what would I do with myself? I ended up surfing the Web. Of course, eventually, I got to the story site. There was a new story by ‘Sister’s Favorite.’ My brother had posted again. I was surprised at how excited I was to read another story. It was titled ‘Prom Night with Sister.’ zOMG!
Yes! It was a detailed description of everything we did after the prom. It was just the way I remembered it. And reading his thoughts as he tasted me for the first time. Reading how he felt when he slid into me. My fingers were busy in my panties right to the point in the story where I finally fell asleep.
I lay there watching her as sleep claimed her. Our appetite… our curiosity was sated for the moment. Her shoulders rose and fell as she breathed deeply. I kissed the one closest to me and wished that she would always be like this—in bed beside me. I knew that was just a pipe-dream. But if I could pour out all the love I have in my heart for her, it would cover the world. I would blanket her in my love so that she was never cold, never alone. I would carry her in my love so her feet never touched the ground. I would love her until the day I die.
I will love her until the day I die. But now… Now that we know the depth to which I’d go, I have to leave. I have to let her blossom and flower. She is so beautiful. She deserves the world.
I was crying when I finished reading it. Crying because the depth of my love for my brother came bubbling up out of my heart and I knew that I would move heaven and earth to be with him.
I heard the distinct sound of his putt-putt starting in the driveway. I panicked. I didn’t bother to pull my pants back on. I ran.
“Hillary?” Mom said as I flew past. I was out the front door and running for the driveway as he turned the little scooter toward the street.
“Stop! Stop!” I screamed. He turned toward me and there was an expression of disbelief on his face as he looked me up and down. He killed the engine. “Eric, don’t leave. Please, don’t leave me now. I’ve just discovered—just realized how much I love you. Please don’t leave me. I want you. I only want you. I denied it. I fought it. I tried to make it go away. I can’t. I can’t do anything but love you. Please, don’t leave me now.”
He put down the stand and crossed the lawn to where I was crying and holding out my arms to him. He hugged me and picked me up off the ground.
“I won’t leave you, Hillary. I’ll never leave you. I was just going to the store to get milk so we could have popcorn. I won’t leave you.”
“Just for milk?”
“I’d ask you to ride along, but… Hillary, you don’t have any pants on. I’m afraid people will stare.” His hand petted my bare bottom.
“I read your story and it was so beautiful and I was crying and you said you had to leave and then I heard your putt-putt…”
“That story? I submitted that, like, four weeks ago, right after prom. I must have hit the wrong month on the post-date. It was the way I felt when I was looking at you, but we had to finish school and I realized I couldn’t just ride away as long as there was a chance that you could love me.”
“You dork! I do love you. I love you, Eric.”
“Now that that’s settled, don’t you think you should come in the house instead of parading around in the yard with your butt on display?” Mom said from the porch.
I held Eric’s hand as I went to stand in front of our mother.
“Mom, Eric and I are in love.”
“I know. I know. Now go put some pants on so the two of you can go to the store. I want popcorn.”
I still haven’t read all his stories. Sometimes we sit in bed at night and he reads one out loud to me. A lot of the time, I masturbate while he’s reading it or give him a blowjob. Sometimes I laugh and tell him that I don’t taste like a cinnamon stick and he’d better put his mouth down there and find a new word for it.
And sometimes I wake up at two or three o’clock in the morning and see him sitting at his computer. I know then that I’ll have something new to read tomorrow.
All because my brother writes incest porn.
The End
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