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The summer cottage was dark when Brandon arrived home from his afternoon in the dunes. He wondered if Emma was back yet. He wondered, too, what had transpired between her and Adam. He went around to the side, where the entrance to the sleeping porch was located, and entered the cottage from there. If Emma was already home and asleep, he didn’t want to disturb her with the squeaky front screen door.

Brandon crept through the interior, quiet as he could be, and used the bathroom. On his way back to the sleeping porch, he passed by Emma’s bed. His sister was curled up on her side, facing him, sound asleep. He paused and watched her for a few minutes before placing a chaste kiss upon her upturned cheek.

Brandon made it as far as the door to the porch when a snuffling sound hit his ears. A tiny voice spoke, “Bran, that you?”

“Yeah, Em. I’m home now. You okay?” Something in his sister’s voice told him she wasn’t. Brandon returned to her side. “When did you get in?”

“A while ago,” she whispered.

Brandon sat down on the edge of her bed. “Everything go okay with Adam?” Adam Gerhardt was a summer friend of Brandon’s, and a real player when it came to girls. He’d asked Emma to go down to Silver Lake for the day and Emma had excitedly agreed, as she’d nursed a serious crush on Adam for years. It was Brandon’s fear Adam would exploit that crush and use Emma for his own pleasure. Brandon was even more afraid that Adam would then toss her aside, the way he had with so many other girls.

“You were right, Brandon,”

Brandon’s heart fell at Emma’s words. He hadn’t wanted to be right. He only hoped that Emma hadn’t let Adam go too far. “About what, Em?”

“He only wanted one thing,” Emma sighed. She hated to admit it, but her brother had been right about Adam. Emma turned and buried her face in her pillow.

“Well, that was fast.” Fucking hell, the bastard! Inside, Brandon seethed with anger; he stayed calm for Emma’s sake. He reached over and rubbed his little sister’s back. Contact with Emma felt so good, no matter how innocent the touch. His physical reaction took its normal course, and in seconds he was hard. He sighed, and shifted a little on Emma’s bed in an effort to relieve the discomfort.

“I didn’t give in, but he does want to see me again,” Emma ventured, somewhat tentatively. In the filtered moonlight, she saw the muscle in his jaw work overtime. She knew her brother extremely well, probably better than anyone. She could sense how upset he was.

“What? You told him to fuck off, right?” Brandon asked her carefully.

“I–I thought I might give him another chance.”

Brandon bolted up off the bed. “Another chance! Another chance to do what? To stick his dick in you? Goddamn it Emma, he doesn’t want you, he wants your pussy! You just told me that’s all he wanted!”

Emma sat up on her knees in her bed, alarmed at the fury in her brother’s voice. “Maybe he just needs another chance, you know, to get to know me better. Maybe, eventually…” she trailed off, uncertain of her brother for the first time, uncertain of the wild look in his eyes.

Brandon spat out a harsh laugh. “Eventually what? He’ll love you?” The thought of Adam loving Emma was too much to bear. He grabbed Emma by her arms and hauled her up to eye level. “He’ll never love you, Emma! Don’t you get it? Not like I–” Brandon caught himself, but it was too late. He saw the look in Emma’s eyes, as the dawning realization of what he said, or hadn’t said, washed over her.

Emma felt like she’d been struck by lightening, so floored was she by this sudden revelation. But it made sense to her. The way she caught Brandon staring at her from time to time, the loving touches, and the sweet smiles that he bestowed on her suddenly seemed that much more intimate. Emma knew then just what Brandon felt for her. He loved her, plain and simple; he loved her the way she wanted to be loved. Emma felt a rush of emotion unlike any she’d ever known. Her heartbeat increased, and her palms grew damp, as her gaze stayed locked on Brandon.

Slowly, agonizingly, Emma slid her hands up his chest. His skin was warm beneath her palms, and already held a golden hue from the full day spent in the warm June sun. She leaned into him and gently rested her cheek there. The thudding of his heart drummed in time with her own, as his arms came up around her shoulders and held her close.

Brandon couldn’t believe he was holding Emma in his arms. He hadn’t meant to tell her his real feelings, yet he couldn’t help but feel relieved now that she finally knew his secret. Terrified she would recoil in disgust, he tightened his hold, slid one hand up her back into her hair, and cradled her head.

The silence stretched out between them before Emma finally broke it. “How long, Bran?”

“How long what, Em?” His voice sounded strange and foreign to him.

“How long have you felt this way?” she whispered into canlı bahis his chest.

“Too long.”

“I never realized…” Still kneeling on the bed, Emma’s arms moved to encircle Brandon’s waist.

“I never wanted you to know.”

“But why?”

“You’re my sister, for Christ’s sake. I’m not supposed to feel this way about you. It’s wrong; it’s immoral; it’s–“

“I feel it, too. I can’t explain why, but I do, Brandon,” Emma nodded against him. Her hand caressed his shoulder and arm. She tenderly kneaded the muscles beneath his tanned skin.

“God, Emma, no,” Brandon groaned. Her touch was like a gift from the heavens. He dreamed of holding her in his arms every night. But it was so wrong.

Emma’s hands moved slowly between their bodies. Brandon watched her unbutton the old flannel shirt that she always wore to bed. His mind seemed to work in slow motion; the fact that she was unbuttoning her shirt took several seconds to register in his brain.

Emma sat back on her knees, her shirt unbuttoned but still on. She looked up at her brother with a shy smile. “Brandon?”

Brandon watched as Emma sat back. Her shirt parted enough so he could make out the gentle swell of her breasts. His gaze lowered, treating him to a view of the little mound of dark, curly hair at the juncture of her thighs. Emma was a vision of perfection to him, the embodiment of a primal desire denied for too long. She was his sister and his friend. But he wanted more. He wanted her love.

He was aching to have her but held back. “What do you want, Emma? What are you saying to me?” He knew she was offering herself, but he wanted to be sure. He wanted to hear that she wanted him.

“I love you, Brandon,” she said, her words whisper-soft.

Brandon smiled at Emma’s sweet declaration. He reached out and touched her cheek. “I love you, too, babe. But it’s a lot more serious than that; you understand? I love you like Dad loves Mom. Do you know what I’m saying?”

Emma smiled and nodded. As she looked up at her big brother, she wondered why in the world it took her eighteen years to realize just how wonderful he was. No boy she had ever dated could compare to him, and she doubted any man ever would. Adam had turned out to be exactly as Brandon had described, yet she had been willing to see him again, knowing full well that the only thing he wanted was between her legs. Emma wanted something more than that. She wanted what only her brother could give her. Love, unconditionally. She reached out, took his hand, and placed it over her heart. “Do you feel it? It’s racing, Brandon, because of you.”

Brandon could feel it, Emma’s heart, slamming away in her chest. He looked down into her wide blue eyes, the same eyes he’d looked into a thousand times before. What he’d hoped to see a thousand times was finally there, the love of a woman for a man. He swallowed hard. “Emmie, baby, I love you,” he whispered.

Emma took Brandon’s hand and pulled him down beside her. Tracing the contours of his face, her fingertips grazed his nose, cheeks, and lips. Hesitantly, her head moved towards his, and their lips touched in a gentle first kiss. “Be my first, Brandon. Please, show me how much you love me,” Emma muttered against his mouth.

Brandon pulled back and looked at Emma. He saw the love in her eyes, again. He bent his head back to hers and captured her mouth with his own. His hands pushed her shirt off her shoulders; it fell into a pool around her waist.

Emma was startled when Brandon’s tongue pushed its way into her mouth, but she readily accepted it and began to suckle. Her brothers’ hands on her shoulders were a gentle caress, and the fact that she was suddenly naked before him sent a rush of warmth to her pussy. She felt herself blush when he broke their kiss and took in her nudity. Emma ducked her head so she didn’t have to look up at her brother.

“God Emma, you’re more beautiful than ever,” Brandon breathed, then laughed when his sister turned shy on him. “Hey you, it’s just me.” He tilted her head up and looked into her eyes. “Never hide from me, Emma. No matter what, I’m always here for you.” He lay down on her bed and opened his arms. “Come here.” He bit the inside of his cheek and tried not to laugh again, as he watched Emma carefully lay down beside him, her eyes huge and her body trembling. He reached to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze; her delicate muscles were as stiff as his cock was at the moment. Brandon pulled down his underwear, throwing them on the floor. He hoped his own nakedness would make Emma feel a little more secure about her own.

Emma’s wide eyes narrowed a tiny bit. “You’re, uh, big,” Emma commented. Ignoring the rest of his nude body, she seemed fascinated by his dick.

“Wanna touch it?” Brandon asked with a wicked grin.

Emma smiled and teasingly shook her head. “It might bite.”

“I don’t think it’ll bite you, but it might spit,” he winked.

Emma erupted into a fit of laughter. Brandon always found a way to make her bahis siteleri feel better. The muscles in her arms relaxed, allowing her little hand to move down to her brother’s most fascinating appendage. Ever so carefully, the tips of her fingers brushed his purple-red cockhead. It was already wet with slick drops of pre-come.

Brother and sister took their time exploring each other’s bodies. They knew one another so well, yet they hadn’t seen each other naked in years. It was uncharted territory. For Emma, even more so. At least Brandon had experience. The only experience Emma had had was with her own fingers.

Brandon sighed as he felt Emma’s hand close around his shaft. He dipped his head to her chest and flicked a nipple with his tongue. He admired the way the pink flesh stiffened into a little peak. He sucked the nipple in and bathed it with his tongue.

“Brandon–oh God–Brandon that feels wonderful.” Emma felt his hand slide down her belly into the curls covering her sex. She parted her legs for him and moaned as his fingers began their gentle assault on her pussy.

“Emmie, baby, you’re so wet.” Brandon’s fingers easily glided along Emma’s slit, so covered were they in her juice. Parting her folds, he found her clit. “Stroke my cock–Emmm,” he gritted out between clenched teeth as his sister pumped him. He pulled away after a minute and pushed Emma over on her back. He moved down her body, opened her legs wide, and buried his face in her pussy.

“Brandon!” Emma gasped.

He stopped for a moment and grinned up at her, his face smeared with her liquid arousal. “Feel good, baby?”

“Hell, yeah. Don’t stop now, for God’s sake!” Emma playfully bucked her hips, urging her brother on. In all her eighteen years she’d never felt anything as wondrous as her brother sucking on her clit.

Brandon continued to circle her little bud with his tongue. He paused briefly at one point to slide an experimental finger into Emma’s pussy. She was so tight inside, like a vise; he worried about the pain he would cause when they eventually joined. Licking and probing with his tongue, Brandon brought Emma to the brink of orgasm time and again, only to back off, much to her frustration.

“Please, Brandon,” Emma begged. She couldn’t take another minute of his sweet torture. She felt ready to explode when he backed off and nibbled the inside of her thigh. She reached down and pulled on his hair. “Make me come.”

“As you wish.” Brandon sucked her clit back between his lips and. With both hands he reached up and pinched her nipples.

Just as the surf crashed ashore on the beach below the cottage, Emma’s orgasm crashed through her body. Her back arched. She felt herself being carried away on waves of pleasure. Her nerves were lit afire with sensations both old and new. Beneath her scrunched up eyes, bright pulses of white light flashed, powerful in its intensity. The tips of her toes tingled. She was almost unable to bear the sensations. Emma’s eyes flew open, she gripped the blankets under her body, and she unleashed a shattering scream.

“You okay, Emmie?” Brandon asked his sister as he moved up to lie next to her. He slid one arm under her neck, drew his other hand up over her stomach and rested it between her breasts. He cradled her close as she came down.

Emma’s chest rapidly rose and fell as she caught her breath and descended from her orgasmic high. She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” She turned her head and smiled at her brother. “That was–that was just, wow.”

Brandon kissed her then, full on the mouth, and for the first time Emma tasted herself. “I want to be in you, Emma,” he whispered. “Can I?” Oh, God, what if she says no?

But Emma nodded. “I want it, too, Brandon.”

Brandon looked at her a long moment, then rose up off her bed and retreated to the sleeping porch where his own bed was. He retrieved a condom from his bedside drawer. When he turned, Scooter, Emma’s oversized grey tabby cat, stood there staring up at him.

Scooter’s brilliant green eyes glittered in the moonlight. And just what the hell do you think you’re doing with that, Brandon?

“Hey buddy,” Brandon whispered to the cat. He bent down to give Scooter a scratch, but quickly withdrew his hand when Scooter began to growl. Brandon frowned. Scooter didn’t like anyone but Emma, though he wasn’t normally so aggressive unless Emma was right there. Anxious to get back to her, Brandon moved to go around the cat, but Scooter was having none of it. His ears flattened against his head, and he let out a warning hiss.

“Fucking hell,” Brandon muttered. “Emma!” he called out. “Come get your cat, he won’t let me by.” Brandon rolled his eyes as he heard laughter erupt from the other side of the half-wall that separated the sleeping porch from the rest of the cottage. A shutter opened and Emma stuck her head through. She laughed again when she saw her big brother cornered by her cat.

“Scooter, you naughty boy, let Brandon through.”

Scooter didn’t budge until bahis şirketleri Emma appeared in the doorway. Brandon sucked in his breath. He looked at his sister standing there naked. Her long dark hair half covered her breasts; her pubic hair was damp and glistened with moisture.

“Come on baby,” she crooned and patted her leg.

Scooter turned and made for the interior of the cottage. Emma closed the door behind him and smiled at Brandon. “I think we better stay in here.”

Brandon approached his sister and took her into his arms. He kissed the tip of her nose. “I think he’s nuts.”

“Leave my baby alone.” Emma playfully swatted Brandon’s shoulder. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, right about here.” She reached down, cupped his balls in her little hand, and smiled as Brandon growled low in his chest. Now that she had realized and accepted her feelings for her brother, she was ready to go forward. In the back of her mind she was worried about the future, but for that night she pushed it aside. “What else do you like?”

“Do whatever feels right to you, Em.” He brushed her hair from her face and leaned in for a kiss. When their lips parted, he continued, “What you’re doing feels nice.”

Emma moved her hand back to the base of his shaft and stroked upward. She looked down between their bodies and watched as a drop of liquid seeped out. “Sit down, Bran,” she suggested, her voice thick with longing.

Brandon walked over, sat on his bed, and watched in anticipation as Emma knelt on the floor in front of him. She placed her soft hands on his thighs. He held his breath as his sister took her first tentative lick of his cock.

With her tongue, Emma traced the ridge under his glans, then put the whole spongy mushroom head into her mouth. She could taste the pre-come he’d leaked.

“Dammit, Emma, that’s wonderful. Can you take some more?”

Emma nodded and smiled around the mouthful. She’d never sucked a cock before. Brandon was big, but not so big as to make her uncomfortable. She stretched her jaw and took him further down.

“Easy, babe, don’t gag yourself,” Brandon instructed. But oh, God, how he wanted to thrust himself into her sweet mouth. He pushed her hair to one side so he could watch her pretty head bobbing up and down. “Oh Em, that’s amazing.”

Brandon let her go on like that for several minutes before making her stop. He was too close to the edge and knew if she kept up he’d blow right in her mouth. “C’mon babe. Lay down.”

While Emma settled herself on his bed, Brandon retrieved the condom and rolled it on. He lay down next to Emma and began to work her clit again. “You’re so wet, Em. Are you ready? Are you sure?” He gazed at her face, searching for acceptance and finding it in her smile. “It’s gonna hurt,” he warned, giving Emma one last chance to back out.

“I know, Bran. Come on, it’s okay.”

Brandon rubbed his cock on Emma’s pussy. Gently, he pushed in a fraction of an inch, then another, until he felt the barrier of her virginity. One more thrust pushed him through.

“Aah! Brandon!” Emma gasped, surprised at the amount of pain she felt.

“Sorry, babe, I’m sorry,” Brandon ground out between clenched teeth and scrunched eyes. Holy God, she’s tight. He pulled out slowly, then sank back in, reveling in the intense sensations coursing through his body. “You okay?”

Emma bravely smiled. “Yeah…yeah, I’m good. It–it’s not so bad.” It had hurt like fire, but Emma didn’t tell Brandon that. A few more thrusts of his cock and, surprisingly, it began to feel good. Her legs came up and wrapped him high on his waist.

It was all Brandon could do to hold out long enough for Emma to enjoy it and reach her own climax. He slowed his thrusting and, still buried within her, rose up on his knees and began to tease her clit. He was rewarded for his efforts by a lusty moan.

“Oh God, yeah, Brandon. Fuck yeah.” Emma thrashed her head side to side as she felt her orgasm draw near. Brandon reached out with his other hand to pinch her nipples, once again setting her off.

As Emma came hard beneath him, Brandon finally let go. He fell forward onto her and renewed his efforts, driving harder into her than before. Emma’s delightful little mewls encouraged him. “Emmie, baby,” he gasped. “Sweetie, I’m gonna come.”

Emma grabbed Brandon’s ass with both hands and urged him on. “Yeah, Brandon, come on.” With her feet planted, she began to buck her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

With a final grunt and a loud groan, Brandon unleashed his seed into the protective latex that covered his dick. He rolled to one side, taking Emma with him. He settled her against his side and wrapped his arms around her. Breathing hard, he spoke. “Holy hell, Emma, you’re amazing.” He turned his head and kissed her forehead.

Emma let out a tiny giggle. “You’re pretty amazing, yourself, Bran.”



“Love you.”

Emma felt her heart stop for a fraction of a second. Her stomach flip-flopped, and she knew, right or wrong, she was in love. Her hand came up and brushed Brandon’s cheek. “I love you, too, Brandon.” A tear, unseen by her brother, squeezed out of her eye, and silently fell to wet his shoulder.

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