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I couldn’t believe it. In the course of twenty-four hours, I looked (and felt) like a completely different person, had gotten a house, signed up for school, and kissed my brother – twice!
And the crazy thing was how right it felt. He kept saying it wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t see where he’d gotten that logic from. One thing was for sure, though – as Nikolai set me down on my feet and I looked into his blazing brown eyes, I knew I was head-over-heels in love with him. There was absolutely nothing that would keep me from him now. And now that we would be in our own place…
I could just see it now. Me, up on the countertop, him kissing me with the same passion he’d put into it earlier. Touching me. Caressing me. Inside of me.
Given what happened with our father only a few short days ago, I was surprised to find myself thinking of what would happen once Nikolai and I were truly alone. All I knew was that I wanted him, in every way, and I couldn’t wait to be as close to him as two human beings could possibly get. Now that I knew he loved me the same way that I loved him, we’d have to be careful. We’d almost gotten caught by our aunt a few minutes ago, and it wouldn’t be good if the general public found out. Incest was illegal, after all – we could be arrested.
Seeming not to care what our aunt thought, Nikolai took my hand in his as we leisurely walked through the house once more before heading out to the car.
The car ride home was filled with excited chatter about the house starting school, but I was only halfway listening, still too caught up in the lingering taste of my brother on my lips. Would he kiss me again tonight? What would happen once we were finally alone?
My questions would be answered soon enough, because Aunt Sharron picked up some chinese food for us and, once we arrived at her house, claimed a migraine, and that she needed sleep.
In the living room, we sat, food on the coffee table. I turned to him, about to say something, but before words could leave my mouth, his hands were cupping my face, his mouth on mine. It was a simple, sweet kiss, but it set a million butterflies off in my stomach.
“I’m never going to get tired of doing that,” He said, his voice low. “Your lips are as sweet as honey.”
I felt my cheeks begin to burn, and I bit my lip as they curled into a grin. “I love you, Nik,” I said quietly.
“I love you, too, Mia. I actually have something for you, to explain a few things.”
He handed me an envelope, addressed to me in his scrawling handwriting.
I looked towards him. “What’s this?”
“A letter. Go ahead and read it. It will answer a lot of your questions, and, hopefully, ease some concerns you have.”
Opening the envelope, I unfolded the letter and began to read.
I’ve been struggling to come up with a way to tell you what I’ve recently learned about myself, and our family history, and then I thought of how much you love to read. What better way to tell you than the written word?
When we were young, you were the most precious little girl. You could light up the entire room with a grin, and all I needed to be happy was for you to be by my side. I just knew that wherever you went, I went, because I couldn’t envision my days without them revolving around you.
As we got older, things changed. You, somehow, grew to be even more beautiful, and I protected you and looked after you like any brother would. But at some point between us leaving civilization and us coming home, something else happened. You grew up, and I couldn’t help but notice every little thing about you. When I agreed to marry Rachel, it wasn’t because I loved her. It was because doing so would keep me as close to you as possible, yet it still felt, for a reason I couldn’t identify at the time, that I was betraying you in some way by marrying her last year.
Everything I did, and continue to do, is to make sure you’re as happy and safe as possible, to give you the best things in life. I joke about you being a spoiled brat, but you’re anything but. (Well, you’re still a brat at times, but I love that about you.)
I love the sound of your laughter, and I love the way you smile. I love being the one to comfort you when life gets to be too much, although I hate seeing tears on your beautiful face. The way you can make my day go from horrible to wonderful by just existing, there’s no other explanation.
I love you, in a way we were taught a brother should not love his little sister.
Which brings me to the next part of this letter…
Before we were born, Mom wasn’t able to get pregnant. She wound up adopting me, and later became pregnant with you, unexpectedly. I didn’t know this until last night, when Aunt Sharron told me.
Despite this, you will always be my family, but I hope that in light of these revelations, you are comfortable moving forward with our relationship. I want for you to truly be my Mia, the way a man wants to be with the woman he loves.
I hope that no matter where your life Lefkoşa Escort brings you, you choose to take me with you.
By the time I finished reading the letter, my face was wet from my tears.
“Is it true?” I asked, looking over to him.
He took my face in his hands again, wiping the tears away. “Of course it is. I’d never lie to you, Amelia. I’m yours, as long as you’ll have me.”
As though I had no control over my body, I found myself in his lap, my knees on either side of him. My mouth devoured his, the letter falling to the wayside.
“Amelia,” He whispered my name between feverish kisses, desperation clawing its way into my throat. I needed more, more of this, more of him. His tongue pressed forward into my mouth, dominating me as I ground against him. He was rapidly hardening beneath me, his cock pressing against some part of me I’d never felt before. Sheer pleasure rocketed through me as I rocked back and forth on him, the harsh denim rubbing the fabric of my lace panties through my skirt.
“Fuck, Mia, let’s put the food up and go to the bedroom,” He murmured, his eyes closed as he grabbed me by the hips and moved me off of him.
Panting for breath, I nodded, and we quickly put the food in the fridge and darted to the bedroom.
As soon as the door was locked behind us, we were in a frantic rush for each other, mouths clashing and hands searching. His hands dragged from my hips to the small of my waist, and then further up to cup my breasts through my shirt.
I released a shuddering breath as his thumbs passed over my nipple through the material of my shirt and bra. I was so sensitive underneath his touch, and I felt some type of unfamiliar, wet warmth pooling between my legs. I’d never felt so hot before.
Unable to take the barriers between us any longer, I pulled my top loose from my skirt and yanked it over my head. As soon as I threw it to the ground, Nikolai pulled back, his dark gaze raking me up and down before he unzipped the skirt, letting it pool at my feet.
I stepped out of my flats as well as the skirt, leaving me in only my bra and panties, trembling with both anxiety and anticipation before him. I’d never been fully bare before a man before.
Suddenly, I was grateful that I’d gotten a full body wax, and that the chicken skin had, in fact, gone away by nightfall. As his hungry gaze travelled me in the darkness, I suddenly felt shy, and I moved my arms to cover the softness of my stomach, the few stretch marks on my hips.
Nik took my hands in his, kissing me more tenderly this time. “Beautiful,” He whispered. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve had the privilege of laying my eyes on.”
He reached behind me, unhooking my bra. I let the straps drop down my arms, and the second it fell off of me, Nik grabbed my waist and pulled me to the ground with him. He settled between my thighs. Yanking his shirt off over his head, I raked my fingers through his hair as his kisses left my mouth and trailed down my neck, sending shivers through my body. He didn’t stop at my neck, however – instead, he moved lower towards my breasts, taking his time to explore my collarbone before moving lower.
Right before his mouth latched onto my nipple, he looked up at me through hooded eyes. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, please, Nik, don’t stop,” I begged, and as soon as his mouth connected with my skin again, sucking lightly, my back arched. “Oh, god…” He was grinding against me, and I could feel that dampness growing between my legs with every touch between us.
“Can I touch you?” He asked, his fingers just barely grazing my previously untouched breast.
I nodded, breathless as his fingers began to pluck at the nipple, pinching and pulling and squeezing it. Something seemed to connect my breasts to a spot between my legs, because something was building up down there, something big and powerful and –
“Oh, god!” My voice came out as a breathy whine as my back arched, my hips lifting up to press against him harder. Something inside of me seemed to snap as he lavished my breasts with attention and pressed his rock-hard member against my center. The air spun around me, and my mind went completely blank, muscles tensing as he continued to play with my body.
“That’s right, Mia, come for me. Let it all go.”
I heard myself panting as I fell back to the floor, and Nikolai hovered over me, watching me with so much desire in his eyes.
“I’m not nearly done with you,” He murmured softly, trailing his fingered down my stomach. “I want to taste you, and touch you, down here. Can I?”
I knew what he was asking – was I okay going any further than this. I began to heat up again, just from the way he was looking at me, and I nodded once more. “Yes. Please. I want you, Nik. I want you so badly.”
“Fuck,” He groaned, sitting back on his knees and looping his fingers through the waistband of my sheer blue lace panties.
Slowly, he peeled them off of me, pulling them down my legs before Girne Escort parting my thighs.
“Oh god, Mia,” He said, licking his lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Before I could even think of a response, his lips were on mine again, tongue sliding against mine, and his fingers were playing with that spot he’d been rubbing against earlier.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, I bet you feel so fucking good.” His fingers were inside of me then, and all I could hear was our breath, falling heavy between our kisses.
He tore his mouth away from mine and kissed down my body again, but this time, he didn’t stop until he was between my thighs. Licking all the way up the seam between my legs before focusing on the upper part, he slid a long, thick finger inside of me, pumping it in and out as he tasted me before adding another. The sensations gave me access to a type of physical pleasure I’d never even dreamed of. I was already so worked up that I felt my body tighten and explode again within seconds.
Nik continued to lap at me, softly this time, until I’d calmed down. Then, he looked up from between my legs, his mouth dripping. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucked them clean, which stirred something inside of me that I couldn’t explain.
Licking his lips, he sat up, as did I, meeting his mouth with mine. I’d never given much thought to what I tasted like, but the flavor was sweet and clean. My inexperienced fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans, but soon enough, they were gone, along with his maroon boxer briefs, leaving him fully naked before me.
God, he was gorgeous. Lean muscle complemented his slightly-taller-than-average height well, passionate brown eyes which assessed me as though I were a meal for him to devour, and his cock… I’d never seen one before, but I was fairly certain that his was larger than most. It must’ve been eight inches long, and wider than my hand could wrap around. I wasn’t sure how he was going to fit inside of me.
“Don’t worry, Mia. If you’re not ready, or just don’t want to -“
I reached out and touched him, savoring the soft, silky feel of his skin, stroking him. He immediately stopped talking. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but he seemed to like my touch. His eyes fell shut, and I noticed his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
As suddenly as his eyes had closed, they flew open, and he grabbed my hand, stopping me.
“I want you, Amelia. If you’re not sure, please let me know now.”
“I’m sure,” I whispered, linking my fingers through his.
Picking me up, he lay me down on the bottom bunk, quickly climbing between my legs. His mouth found mine once more, sweet and desperate at the same time, and I felt him rubbing against me, no barrier this time. Just us, skin to skin.
“I don’t have a condom, but I’ll pull out, okay?”
I just nodded. Nerves suddenly overcame me. “Wait,” I said.
Nikolai immediately took my hand in his, kissing each fingertip before my palm. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve never… you know.”
Realization dawned on him. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be as gentle as I can be, I promise.”
“Okay,” I nodded, smiling at the use of the sweet pet name he reserved for tender moments.
“I’m going to spend a little more time making sure you’re ready, okay?” He peppered my cheeks and forehead with kisses between words.
“I’m sorry,” I found myself apologizing, hands shaking. What if I didn’t know what to do? What if I couldn’t satisfy him?
He saw, and he kissed my lips this time, reassuring every insecurity that was rearing its ugly head. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, Mia. I promise, pleasuring you,” He placed his hand on the inside of my knee. “Is absolutely not a chore.”
Fuck me, Amelia was sprawled out naked underneath me, her hips lifting up to meet every pump of my fingers, clearly desperate for more.
“Nik, please,” She begged. She wanted me to be the first man inside of her, and while I didn’t know what I did to become so lucky, I wasn’t going to deny her.
Forcing my lips to part from hers, I took hold of my member, dragging it up and down her sex for a few moments to lubricate myself – because god, was she wet – before angling the head of my dick at her entrance.
I kissed her softly before pulling away, hovering over her. “It may hurt a bit at first, but I’ll be gentle.”
She nodded, her bright blue eyes widening as I began to ever-so-slowly slide into what could only be described as heaven. A small gasp escaped her as I pulled out, only to push in just a little deeper, over and over again, until I was situated inside of her.
Low and throaty, a deep moan made its way from her mouth, which was by my ear. I quickly moved, swallowing it with my mouth. Once I no longer felt the vibration of her pleasure against my lips, I spoke. “Shh, little brat. We can be as loud as we want when we’re in our own home, okay?”
“Uh-huh.” She whimpered as I began to move, her muscles tightening Magosa Escort around me with my words. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I quickly realized, pumping in and out of her, that I needed to find something to help her be quiet.
“Amelia,” I groaned, savoring the feeling of her quivering walls around me. “As much as I love those beautiful sounds passing through your lips, you’ve got to be quiet.”
“It just…” She whispered, trailing off as I thrust in again. “It feels so good.”
Part of me was tempted to push the boundaries, to make her scream at the top of her lungs. The other, more rational part was sure that, while Aunt Sharron supported our coupling, she wouldn’t appreciate waking her up from it.
“I want you to feel good, baby. I want to make you feel so good.”
There were no more words after that, only the strangled sound of her withheld cries, the heavy panting as our desire rose. I tried to keep things slow and gentle, but when she dug her nails into my back and cried out harder as quietly as she could manage, I lost control.
Sitting back on my knees, I grabbed her legs and dragged her so that, while she was still laying down, I had a better angle towards her g-spot. Once I started moving again, snapping my hips as quickly as I could, she started to lose control, grabbing a pillow and covering her face with it. Every thrust of mine was met with her lifting her hips, chasing me whenever my cock left her perfect body.
Even with her best efforts to muffle the noise, I could still hear her screaming my name as she began to ripple around me, orgasming harder than she had the previous few times I’d brought her to climax. She gripped me so tightly, reaching up and grabbing my hands, pulling me on top of her again just in time for me to spill onto her stomach as our lips touched.
Panting and covered in sweat, I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against hers for a moment before dropping a kiss there.
“I’ll be right back,” I told her, not wanting to leave, but I needed to clean up the mess I’d so inconsiderately made all over her.
When I stood, I took a moment to appreciate the scene before me. Amelia’s entire pale body was glowing, flushed pink on her upper thighs, her chest, her neck and her face. Her blue eyes were hazy, her eyeliner smeared with sweat, and her chest rose and fell heavily as she fought to catch her breath. My semen was traveling from her stomach up towards her breasts, and I wished I could take a picture of her.
I didn’t know much about privacy and technology, however, and I would never do anything to put her at risk like that.
Amelia’s electric blue eyes held mine as I stood there, admiring her. She grabbed a pillow, covering her face.
“Why are you hiding?” I asked.
“You’re staring,” She mumbled.
“You can’t fault me for staring at the most beautiful vision I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” I stated, my voice quiet.
With that, the pillow slowly came down before flying at my head.
“Ow! What was that for?!”
She threw her head back, revealing her slender throat, as well as a hickey I didn’t realize that I’d left. “For saying such sweet things.”
“Saying nice and genuine things about Amelia can, and will, result in violence. Noted.”
Another pillow hit me in the head, and laughing, I stumbled into the bathroom, where I turned on the shower and grabbed a few wipes.
Going back into the bedroom, I wiped her down, a small smile on her face while I took care of her. No words were exchanged, just a few soft kisses, a few strokes to the hair or face or stomach.
After throwing the wipes away, I picked her up, bridal style.
“Nik! What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked her, a smirk that I knew drove her crazy on my face. “I’m carrying my girl to get cleaned up.”
I fully expected one of her usual retorts, but instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled into the nape of my neck.
“Thank you,” She whispered, kissing my clavicle.
“For what?” I checked the water temperature, warmth from her lips spreading across my torso.
“For making it perfect.”
I smiled. Mission fucking accomplished. “I want it to always be perfect for you.”
Once I was convinced that the water temperature was perfect, I climbed in, setting her on her feet in front of me.
As the water rained down on both of us, I grabbed the shampoo she’d picked up earlier that day and squeezed some into my palm, massaging it into her hair.
“Is this shampoo working?” I asked, frowning when no suds appeared.
“I don’t know. Why?” She asked, looking back towards me, her back pressed against my front.
“There’s no bubbles.” My brows furrowed, but I started to rinse her hair. Whether it was shampoo or not, it needed to come out. I could only hope I hadn’t grabbed the wrong bottle and messed up her new haircut.
Instead of sporting the look of confusion I would have expected, Amelia threw her head back and laughed. “That’s because it’s sulfate free. Better for your hair than bubbles, or so they say.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” Actually, none of what she said meant anything to me, but I nodded along like I comprehended anything she just told me. What the hell was a sulfate, and why were bubbles bad? Bubbles meant clean. Right?
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