Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13

... recording a voice memo on my phone, placed it face down on the arm of the couch, and turned to face him.

"Hey." I started.

"Yeah?" He asked, checking a message on his phone.

"We need to have a talk." I said solemnly.

I practically felt him bristle, and he turned his phone face down and looked at me, looking nervous. "O-Kay...?"

"It doesn't have to be bad, but... we've needed to have this talk for a while." I added, trying to soften a little.

He looked at me, his eyes big, almost pleading. Despite how mature and masculine he looked normally, despite him being physically bigger than me in almost every way. He actually looked small at that moment. It made me second guess myself. But I swallowed the notion and reached for his hand.

"I love you. You know that, right?" I started.

"I love you, too." He answered quietly. I realized he must have thought I was about to scold him for something. Or cut him off of everything we'd been doing physically. And then I realized that depending on the way this conversation went, I could very well be doing that. Now I was nervous too.

"I'm never going to love another person the way that I love you, you know?"

He nodded.

"The past couple of weeks have been... a lot. Unexpected, and- and exciting. And I don't regret any of it, and I don't want it to stop, but I need to make sure we're on the same page."

"Okay?"

I caught my breath to keep from just pouring everything out. "First off, how do you feel about ...

... things? With me- with us?"

"Oh my god... it's incredible. I feel so much closer to you than I ever thought possible, and I feel like the luckiest, like I have the best sister on the planet. I just want to make you happy because you make me so happy already."

I smiled. "I feel that way too, I love how close we've been. And you've made me so happy! But as far as the sexual stuff, how do you feel?"

"I mean... I know it's... I shouldn't. But I do. It's hard to describe. I've listened to my friends drool over you for as long as I can remember. And it made me jealous... It made me wish I could talk about you like that. Because I've always thought you were beautiful, and I've always wondered what it would be like to-" he got quiet.

"To what?" I asked, blankly.

"To get to love you physically. To be able to love you in every way. You know?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Well, I just, I want to make sure you're still okay with what we do. If any of this is weird for you, we can stop, and go back to being a normal brother and sister again."

"I don't want to, I mean, I would if you wanted to, but I'M okay with this, and I don't want to stop. I want you."

I nodded again. "Okay, well... I also need to make sure you understand that... we can't be like... a COUPLE couple. Everything about this has to stay in the privacy of our home. And also, I don't... I don't want that with you-- I mean, I don't think you're my one, that I want to marry, and have kids with and spend the rest of my ...