EroticReverie

Tiffany

I swipe the tears from my cheeks as I stand in the bathroom, my brothers cum all over the front of my shorts. I can't believe I just did that. I don't even know why I'm crying. Maybe because it's sick, he's sick, i'm sick, it's all just sick. Him standing there , showing me how hard he was, had given me temporary loss of all common sense and morality. It was so fucking hot, and I can't stand it. I'd tried to argue it, and then he'd argued right back, justifying it for himself, for me, and I'd let his reasoning be enough to let myself give in. Now I felt like a sick fucking pervert. The instant my orgasm had ebbed, the guilt had set in. I had to just live the rest of my life knowing that I'd mutually masturbated with my own fucking brother? What the hell had I been thinking? ..I hadn't been, neither had he. Yet he didnt seem as torn up about it as I currently was. 

I loved my brother, we were a normal brother and sister, fighting sometimes, laughing sometimes, driving each other crazy and annoying the hell out of one another...and now...now we'd ruined our lives with sick, fucked up, poor choices. We'd never forget this day. It would always be there, a secret between us that causes a monumental shift in how we act around each other from here on out. How could he not be upset by it? How could he cum on me?! 

I huff in disgust, slipping out of my shorts carefully, tossing them right in the fucking trash and then throwing the shower on, needing to clean myself. Needing to wash away the feeling of filth that I currently had all over my body. It didnt matter he didnt touch me, what we did was still so fucking wrong. 

Why the hell am I aching? Tears rip down my cheeks as I cry, hating how fucking horny I still am, hating how my pussy clenches around nothing each time I picture his thick cock in his hand. So wrong, this is so fucking wrong. 

"Don't" I scold myself with a shake of my head as I fight the urge to slide my hand back between my legs. 

"You're fucking sick." I hiss as I stand under the spray of the hot water, my nipples harder than ever, my pussy throbbing as I close my eyes and place my hands on my hands on my breasts, lying to myself that Im just showering, cleaning them,...without any fucking soap on my hands or body. My fingers pinch the aching peaks of my nipples and I let out a breath as I picture his face, the way he looks at them. Him telling me that they're perfect. 

I bite my lip and pinch them harder, whimpering as I fail at removing the thought of him from my head. I whimper and one hand slips down, down, down, till I've got my finger inside of my pussy, pumping in and out. Turning I place my back to the wall, hips jutting out, feet spread as I grab my breast in one hand, squeezing it as my other hand moves between my legs. 

He wants to fuck me. He'd said it, said it so fucking shamelessly, like it was no fucking big deal. 

I slide a second finger in.

"fuck me" I moan quietly, my mouth parting as I imagine him over me. "Fuck me , fuck me" I moan as I finger myself and hiss as I imagine him sinking into me. Imagine his cock slipping all the way inside of me, filling me, fucking me...I imagine him calling me baby while he fucks me. I whimper, hating how much I'd loved him calling me baby while we touched ourselves, watching one another.

"fuck my pussy" I whimper quietly as I imagine him thrusting into me, hovering over me, watching my face, watching my tits. He'd feel so good. He'd feel amazing. I whimper again, hating how I can't stop thinking about it, hating that I'm a sick fucking pervert, and I wonder if i'll ever be able to get off without ever thinking about him again. 

I curse softly as I slide my fingers out, reaching up, I grab the detachable shower head, change the setting and let the water drum over my clit, my mouth falling open wide as euphoria settles in. I cum almost instantly, legs trembling as my clit throbs and my orgasm makes me let out a tiny cry of pleasure. Leaving me cursing and shaking as I draw the shower head away and pant, my back to the wall as I just stand there, holding the shower head at my side. 

I stand there for several minutes, trying to get myself together, trying to tell myself that I cant fucking do that again. Cant think of him when I get off. He's your fucking brother Tiffany. Your fucking brother! 

I put the shower head back in the holder, and then finish my shower, cleaning my body, knowing no matter what I do, Im going to remain feeling filthy and dirty, that no matter how much god damn body wash I use, or how hard I scrub, that it's not going to erase what we've done today. That it's not going to erase the fact that I'll probably get wet for him everyday for the rest of my fucking life. 

When I finish the shower, I grab a towel, then go to my room. The house is so quiet without the electricity. The storm still raging outside the beach house, slapping rain against the windows. It's dark, but not as dark as it will be tonight. 

I slip on a pair of leggings and an oversized t shirt, and then just lay in my bed, looking at the lightning outside, shaking slightly when the thunder booms, shaking the whole house. It's as if the storm isn't moving at all, only getting worse.

I lay there for at least an hour, or maybe less, or perhaps more. I don't know, but I know I'm thirsty, and the fact that I have to face him to get water, and dont want to, is only making me more thirsty than I probably really am. 

"Fuck it" I huff and then slip out of bed, and throw on a pair of socks and then make my way downstairs. He's asleep on the couch, on his back, shirtless. One had over his stomach, his abs even visible now as he lays there relaxed. Not even needing to flex to make them appear. I swallow hard and my eyes flick to pelvis. He's wearing loose baby blue basketball shorts right now, that lay over his thighs and pevlis, the outline of his limp dick so fucking obvious. My toes curl against the floor as I just fucking stare at it. My nipples pricking beneath my shirt and I look away , up to his face, his mouth partially open and the softest snoring coming from him, his other arm, thrown behind his head as he lays the back of his head on his hand. 

I always knew Trent was good looking. Our family had great genes. We both had the same crystal blue eyes and dark brown hair. A lock of his touseled brown hair hangs over his forehead and eyebrow, and I lick my lips. He's so attractive. He's so fucking hot that it hurts to look at him now. I shake my head, and walk myself into the kitchen quietly, tip toeing in,pulling the fridge open and peeking in. I make it quick, grabbing myself a bottle of water, along with a beer. I shut the fridge trying to keep as much of the cold in as possible. Not knowing how long the power will be out for. What a fucking vacation this was turning out to be. 

No power to charge my cellphone. Which I didnt want to use right now unless I had to. Because I had no back up battery to charge it with, and wasnt sure when the power would be back on. No television, no nothing. And ontop of that, I'd come to realize I was an incestuous fucking pervert. So, yeah, great fucking vacation. 

I turn to walk away from the fridge and let out a shriek as I turn and see him standing right there in the entryway. 

"Fuck!" I let out a large breath, the plastic water bottle slipping, the beer bottle falling too, bouth bouncing off the floor, the beer bottle rolling in his direction.

"Sorry, I thought you heard me." he says, bending down to pick up the beer bottle and walks over as I slip aside, further away from him, and pick up the bottle of water.

"It's..fine..I just...I didnt hear you get up" I say as he opens the ridge, puts the beer back in, and grabs out two new ones, and shuts the fridge, then pops both open, letting the metal tops clink on the kitchen counter top as he grabs the beer bottle by it's neck and holds it out to me. 

"Unless you want the shaken one?" he says, teasing me. I shake my head. 

"here...take it." he says and I swallow, reach out, and my nipples get harder as my fingers brush his. Jesus christ Tiffany. 

"thanks" I nearly whisper as I take it and move across the kitchen, around the center island, and put distance between us as he leans against the counter, and lifts his beer and takes a sip, and I watch his adam's apple move in his throat. Why was that hot ? Why was I watching? Stop looking Tiffany. But my eyes don't listen as he takes another gulp then lowers the beer bottle and licks his lips and then walks to the counter island, standing on the other side and sets down his beer.

"Tell me what you want me to do Tiffy." he says and I just blink at him, his eyes lifting.

"What?" I ask as I look him. 

"Do you want me to pretend like today didn't happen?" he asks. 

I just stand there, and take a slow inhale and exhale shakily. 

"If that's what you want me to do...then that's what we'll do." he says and I lower my eyes to the counter top, to my bottle of beer as my nails pick the label.

"But..it did happen. It's not like..pretending it didn't , will change anything" I say. 

"So what do you want me to do? Tell me." he says.

"I dont know!" I raise my voice, my fingers slipping from the label as I slap my hands to the counter. I was angry, frustrated, confused, and how could be asking ME what the fuck we're supposed to do now? 

"Tiffy" he says so fucking calmly that it only renrages me more.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" I yell and glare at him. His brows pinch and he has the nerve to look offended, like I'm hurting his feelings. 

"You...you dont get to call me that anymore!" I say, my voice lowered, but still loud.

"Tiff." he says and god I hate how fucking wrong it sounds. Him dropping that last letter, that last syllable. My lower lip trembles, and I want to fucking cry. Scratch that. I AM crying. My eyes watering, tears slipping down my cheeks. 

He sighs quietly.

"Tiff." he says calmly again and I shake my head. 

"You're my brother....what..what we did...it's wrong...it's so fucking wrong" I say and he walks around the counter, lightning flashing outside the window. I want to run, but I also want him to hug me, to comfort me, because I don't know what to do about what we've done. And it's not like I can confide in anyone else about it right now, or ever. 

He wraps his arms around me, and pulls me into him, my cheek goes to his shoulder, facing my head away from him as I wrap my arms around him. 

"I'm sorry Tiff" he whispers and then cups the back of my head and places a kiss ontop of it. I close my eyes. 

"we shouldnt..h-have done that" I cry on his shoulder.

He leans his head back, and then gently takes his hand, lifting my chin and making me look at him. 

"I won't do it again..alright? I promise. I'm sorry...I ..." he shakes his head. 

"Doesnt matter...I wont do it again Tiff, alright, I'm sorry I took the video...I'm sorry I said the things I did...I'm sorry for all of it , alright? It's my fault...it's all my fucking fault and I'm sorry...just..please stop crying...you didnt do anything wrong alright? It was all me" he says and then lifts his other hand and both of his thumbs wipe my cheeks. 

I know what he's doing, he sees the guilt eating me up about it, about how wrong it was, and how upset I am, so he's switching the protective big brother role on. It's so confusing. It's all so fucking confusing. He's taking all of the blame, so that I don't have to feel guilty for what happened. Even though I know it's my fault too. He's not the only one to blame, or the only one that had feelings or thoughts about their fucking sibling today that they shouldn't...he's just the only one fucking being honest about it. He may have started it...with that fucking video...those pictures he took of me laying on the beach.. but ....it hadnt disgusted me as much as it should have. I knew I needed to feel and be disgusted by it. So I'd acted as if I were. But then I touched myself to that video, to the thought of him. Acted as if I didnt want his cock out in front of me, when he came to my bedroom, jerking himself off. Because I knew that's the response I was SUPPOSED to have. But then, I'd taken my top off, showed him my breasts, and touched myself. I wish I could say it was only because he told me to...but I know...I wanted to. 

I stare up at him, sniffling, as he shakes his head slightly.

"It's not your fault Tiff." he whispers. "okay? it's all on me...you didnt do anything wrong baby" 

He swallows, wincing slightly. "Sorry, i didnt mean to say that" he says as my core aches, my nipples beg for friction against him, and I press them to his chest. His eyes going down, my breasts against his bare chest, with only my thin t shirt to separate us. 

He takes a deep breath, the puffing of his chest, making it move against my breasts.

"Tiff.." he says as I press them further against him, my hands that were around him in a hug, my palms lay flat on his warm bare back, as I look down at the contact of our bodies. 

"Maybe..." I whisper...looking at his chest as my hands on his back, slip around and let them come between my breasts and his chest, placing my fingers tip on his pecs lightly and his breath shudders. 

"Maybe what?" he asks quietly and I lift my eyes from my hands to his eyes, lifting my chin. 

"It's....it's not just your fault...it's mine too." I say and he slides his thumbs over the sides of my face, his hands sliding down my neck, thumbs tracing my jaw line as he tilts my head up further, my eyes falling shut a moment, before I open them back up. 

"It's so wrong Trent" I say, my hands sliding down his chest, over his torso as he sucks in a breath and I push my chest back to his as I hold his sides, pulling myself against him, his cock rock hard against my stomach through his basketball shorts and my shirt. 

"God, Tiff, just tell me what you want baby, tell me what you want me to do, cause i think i'm reading this wrong." he says and I lift my eyes and shake my head. 

"You're not reading it wrong." I say softly and bite my lower lip. 

He exhales.

"No sex." I say and his jaw clenches and I bite my lip harder as his hands drops from my face and go straight to my ass and he pulls me against him, his hands enveloping my ass as he squeezes and I moan.

"fuck Tiffy" he groans and I whimper.

"No sex" I repeat, nearly breathless.

"just...other stuff....and only...only for today...just today..tonight...that's it" I whimper.

"If it's just for today...then I want it all Tiffy" he groans and I whimper as his hands grab below my ass and he lifts me off the floor and carries me through the kitchen and into the living room, dropping himself onto the couch, with me on his lap. My body falling onto his as I straddle him.

"We can't have sex" I whimper.

"We'll revist that rule when we get to it" he says and then grabs my face gently and he groans as he brings his mouth to mine. 

"Right now, I just want your mouth Tiffy....can I have that?" he asks, his lips hovering. I swallow loudly and nod.

"yes" I answer breathlessly.