EroticReverie

Celeste

I was done messing around. We'd done that will they wont they thing for two years, and the night before he left, when I'd been pretty clear about what I wanted, he hadn't taken the bait. And now, having gone months without him by my side at night. I needed a fix, and I needed way more than just innocent, naked cuddles.  

Ever since the first night he'd come to my bedroom drunk, it may have been innocent for him, but I remember the way my nipples had perked, and my panties had dampened having his larger body behind me, holding me.  I wanted to do more than cuddle each other, more than lay beside each other naked.  And I really didn't plan on coming on this strong, but seeing him laid up in grey sweats, with no shirt, hearing him try to deny himself of what we both want. 

"yes, touch me" I whisper as his hands grip my hips as I grind against his dick. My eyes wanting to see it again, he'd had a beautiful dick, and I'd felt it pressed against me many times, so I knew he was decently endowed, but seeing it that night, I knew I shouldn't want my brothers cock as bad as I did. But my mouth and pussy had watered for it everyday since. 

" Cel" he says again, as if in protest. 

"fucking touch me" i whisper in his ear.

"Put your hands on me Chase, everywhere...touch my body...please" I whisper. 

His hands grip my hips and then slide over my hips and down to my ass. 

"yes" I moan into his ear as I grind against, my chest against his, and i love the way my tits feel dragging over his chest, moving against his skin, while his hands grab my ass as pull it hard as he thrusts. 

"Cel, god...fuck" he groans and I moan. 

"god you make me so wet" I whimper and he groans. 

"Cel, fuck, dont say that" he groans and I smile and lift my mouth from his neck and hold his face, my fingers slipping into his hair. 

"Why not?" I ask as I grind against him harder. 

"It's true...ever since the first night you came to my bed....nothing makes me as wet as having you in my bed" I tell him and he groans. 

"god, i missed you so much" I whimper slightly and reach down and grab him through his sweats. 

"Cel!" he jumps and grabs my hand. 

"don't" I say, trying to grab ahold of him, but he, as gently as possible pushes me off and gets up, darting off the bed. 

"Cel, we...we fucking can't" he says, throwing his hands to his face and dragging his fingers back through his hair. 

"just once, to get it out of our systems" I say, lying, knowing I wanted him more than once. 

"no Cel, this shouldnt be in our systems at all, this is wrong, we've been wrong for years, we should have never started sleeping in each others beds." he says. 

"yeah, well, a bit too late for that." I say and then push up and crawl to the edge of the bed and hold out my hand. 

"Come back to bed...i'll be good" I say with a little smile. 

"Cel, no, we can't" he says shaking his head. 

I pout slightly.

"Please?" I ask and he shakes his head. 

"I miss you" I say and bite my lip. 

"You're not even gonna cuddle me?" I ask, and I don't have to fake the hurt on my face. Because it's genuine. If he really was pushing me away entirely, I think I'd be fucking heartbroken. 

"cel, it's not a good idea." he says with a sigh. 

"I'll put clothes on." I say, and I swallow and sit up, looking around and getting up and I grab my robe and pull it on. 

"see, I'll keep it on, you can't really not let me sleep in here tonight Chase" I say as he looks at me regretfully. 

"Cel...we can't anymore. Look at what it's done....it's not a good idea, never was, it was a mistake." he says and being called a mistake makes me flinch as though he's actually smacked me in the face. 

"yeah, fine, whatever" I say as I move quickly for the door, to hide from my shame and embarassment, and my hurt pride.

"Cel, don't" he says. "Don't get mad at me" 

"I'm not mad!" I say, spinning and looking at him. 

"You're right. I was just a mistake." I snip and he sighs and rolls his eyes. 

"That's not what I-"

"whatever Chase. Just...stay the fuck away from me." I say and rip open his door letting it fly back and hit the inside wall and I hear him sigh as I stomp to my room and wanting to slam it, but I dont, cause of my parents, so I close the door with  scowl, walk over to my dresser, pull on plain fucking pajama pants, and a tank top and crawl into my bed, throwing the covers up over myself , trying not to let myself cry. 

I was well aware of what Chase and I were doing, skirting along a dangerous edge all the nights we'd shared each others beds. But other than the tension that it built sexually, it had also built a different bond, maybe once that still wasnt appropriate. But sleeping with Chase near me, felt safe, made me happy, and made me feel loved with the way he held me.  It wasnt so much the rejection on my wanting more, it was the rejection of that safety he'd given me, and was also taking that too? that wasn't fair. He was the one that came to My bed first. 

I lay there in silence, letting a few tears escape and dampen the pillow under the side of my face.