Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11

... care routine, and as I did so I started to feel a little weird about what had happened. In my head, it was one thing to just let him drink from me, whether or not I came from it. But it was another thing to actually touch him, and directly bring him to orgasm... and to have the thoughts I kept having, and to taste his cum, and... I don't know. I got into my pajamas and came back out to the living room, thankful to find him also cleaned up and changed so I could make sure to talk to him before work tomorrow, just in case.

"Hey", I started. "Are you okay with what just happened?"

The smile on his face faltered a little. "Yes. Definitely. If you're asking me if I have any regrets, I don't. It was unexpected, and I've definitely never done that before, but yeah, I'm okay. You? You don't regret it do you?"

"I don't think so." I admitted. "Truthfully I've wanted to do that for you for a long time. I enjoyed doing it for you, and for me. I just.... look, I like having fun with you like this. I like the intimacy, and I like being close, but I don't want it to get in the way of what we already had. You know? I loved you before all of this. And I love you now, and I don't mind showing it to you in new ways, but-"

"I get it. You're still my sister, and you'll always be my sister. I know that's supposed to make this whole thing uncomfortable... and it only does when I overthink it. But... at the same time, the fact that it's you... makes me feel more comfortable and safe. ...

... The fact that it's you makes it better, and hotter... to me at least. Does that make sense?"

"I think so. I think I agree, honestly. I don't know, it's complicated. I just- I wanted to make sure you don't feel weird about me after what I did. I don't want to not be your sister. I like doing this stuff with you, as long as I still get to tell my friends embarrassing stories about you, and make fun of you for things, and vent about Mom's rare out-of-pocket comments judging my body to you. You know?" I played with the bottom of my shirt nervously while I said my piece, I couldn't get the words out if I was looking at his face.

"I know. I don't feel like that has to stop, and I don't want it to either. I feel good about tonight, and you're always going to be You. To Me." He said sincerely.

I nodded in understanding, and we sat quietly for a second.

"So are we good?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks." I answered. "We should probably get to bed though."

He agreed and we got up. I hugged him tight, and stood up to kiss his jaw. As I walked to my room, I said aloud, "Can't believe my little brother gave me a pearl necklace." And smiled to myself.

He laughed, and just before I shut my door, I heard him respond: "I thought you said you couldn't call me 'little' anymore?"

I rolled my eyes. "OH KAY. Don't let it go to your head." I closed my door and went to brush my teeth. My skin was buzzing and I could still remember how it felt when he covered me. I shivered ...