All Novel Sweet
72
“Well, I mean, it’s only been a few days,” Gavin said, “I’m sure that, when the urge actually arrives, by then you’ll have an idea of how to deal with it.”
I shook my head.
“You already have the urge?”
“Had,” I said, “Continue to have. Like, a lot.”
“And you don’t have a solution?”
“Actually, I do,” I said. I reached over and took his hand in mine.
Gavin’s eyes slowly grew wider. His mouth gaped open at the same speed. Like there was a string on the back of his head and someone was slowly pulling on it.
“Cassidy…”
“Don’t,” I said, “Don’t do it. Don’t judge me. Whatever happened in my bedroom last week, you have to admit it was at least partially your fault. And then everything else with this week and what’s happened and today.”
“Today?” Gavin asked, like he was legitimately perplexed.
“You know what I mean,” I said, “Taking me out for that awesome time, being all boyfriend-y. You knew what you were doing.”
Gavin didn’t say anything. Stared down at the bedspread. But he nodded, solemnly.From NôvelDrama.Org.
“Right. So, you don’t get to sit there and give me the ‘but we’re siblings’ speech or the ‘I don’t think you should do that’ speech. Give me the other one. The ‘good brother’ speech where you understand what I’m going through and how much courage it takes to say all these things out loud and then help me.”
Gavin looked up and caught my eye. We looked at each other, shocked. Both of us equally surprised I’d spoken those words. It felt like I’d opened my mouth and some other voice had spoken it for me. But I couldn’t deny the truth of what I’d said.
Gavin swallowed like his saliva was made of sand. And then, once again, my hero of a brother strode forward.
“Yes, Cassidy, I’d love to help you,” Gavin said, his conviction almost overpowering. “I’m honored that you’re letting me be here for you.” He smiled. Not in a cruel way or even desirous. Just friendly and warm. Wonderful.
I felt myself taken up by it. Carried away. I realized that it wasn’t my brain that was doing all this to me — making the concepts ‘brother’ and ‘sex’ wrap around each other like desperate lovers. It was my heart. My breath caught. My body stilled.
And then my brother reached for the waistband of my shorts.
Just like that first night when he’d undressed me, I gasped as Gavin grabbed at my buttons. Felt ticklish in my tummy. My older brother unsnapped my shorts and pulled them off my legs. Underwear and all. I was bottomless. Bare. Again, I wished I’d had the foresight to shave my hairy slit.
“It’s not too bad, right?” I asked, so vulnerable I could scream. “I mean, down there?”
“It’s very nice,” Gavin said. “I mean, I’ve only seen a few others. OK one. Except on the Internet. But that doesn’t count…”
“Gav,” I said, warning.
“Right. Yours is definitely the nicest I’ve ever seen. Very cute and tidy.”
“Except for all the, you know, the fur,” I said.
“I like the fur,” he said, “I think it’s hot. You know, for a sister’s… Anyway. I’m going to stop talking now.”
“It’s OK,” I said, “I like you talking.”
I was just getting used to the idea that my brother had been the first boy to ever see my secret spot, when suddenly my brother became the first boy to touch my secret spot. He put his hand, gently, on my pubis. Not even on my sex, itself. I gasped like I’d been burned.
“You OK?” Gavin asked.
“Yeah,” I said, “Yes.” Then the thought, strange and unbidden, came to me. “You, um, know what to do, right?”
“I’ve had some practice,” Gavin said. This time he did give me a brash smirk, but it didn’t make me feel upset at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. “But I’ll do whatever you tell me. Promise.”
My brother put his palm down, not even parting my lips, and pressed down. Rubbing. It felt nice. Little sparks shot through my body. He dipped his hand between my labia and traced his finger through, gently probing. That felt really nice. Not at all foreign or strange like I’d feared. Almost natural.
Gavin explored my sex and I groaned. I didn’t mean to do it. The sound just slipped out.
“So far so good?” Gavin asked. So giving. Caring. His touch almost perfect and now I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Yes,” I said.
“Remember, anything you want,” Gavin said. I don’t know what he was expecting, but my next request was definitely different than he’d guessed.
“Take your clothes off,” I said. Gavin’s touch faltered. “It’s not, like, a sex thing. I mean, I’m sure you’re sexy I just…” I guess it was my turn to ramble. “I feel weird being totally exposed and you being completely clothed.”
Gavin nodded. He took his hand out of my sex, an unfortunate side effect, and lifted off his shirt. I gasped again. Holy heck, my brother was ripped! Like, I knew he’d gotten in good shape. I could see it just by how he stood. But wow. I had no idea. He had defined pecs and the beginnings of a six pack. A bit of brown hair covered his chest.
Gavin undid his belt and took off his pants. His legs were no less impressive. Thick thighs and bulging calves. My brother was a hunk. A stud.
Oh.
Even more than when he’d touched me, my mostly-naked brother was making me wet.
Gavin was down to his boxers now. “You want these off, too?” he asked.
I nodded. Speech was no longer in my skillset. Gavin pushed down his underwear. His thing — erect, of course it was erect — popped up. Dark pink. Long and thick. Like I said, I watched videos. My brother’s penis was more than I’d ever anticipated.
Wait. Not a penis. Or a thing. My brother’s cock. I tasted the word in my mouth, savoring it. I was staring at my brother’s awesome cock which, wow. OK. And I’d thought I was worked up before.
Gavin eyed me kindly, like being naked in front of his little sister was totally natural. I pulled my shirt over my head to make things even. Gavin grinned even wider.
“I love your breasts,” he said to me.
I looked down at my little lemons, dubious. Like there was anything there to love.
“I think they’re really sexy,” he said.
“I like your, um, your thing,” I said, then quickly caught myself. “Your cock, I mean. It looks really, um, big.”
“Kelly said it was too big,” Gavin said. He couldn’t look me in the eye as he said it. “She said it hurt her.”
“First of all, I don’t think that’s a thing,” I said, “Too big, I mean. A baby has to come out of me and you’re not as large as all that. Besides, it’s not like you have some ten-inch horse dick or whatever. It’s just, you know, good sized. I’m sure it’d fit in me. Eventually. I mean, if we tried. If we were going to do such a thing which of course…”
“We’re not going to do that,” Gavin said, firmly.
“Because it would be wrong,” I agreed, just as resolute.
“I’ll just rub you now,” Gavin said, “So you can feel better.”
“And later,” I said, “Later too.”
“Because you’ll feel this way again, of course,” Gavin said, “And I’ll do it. To take care of my baby sister. While she’s injured.”
“Right,” I said, “And maybe you’ll, you know, rub yourself. Too. Because you’ll probably be all worked up from this.”
“Am worked up,” Gavin said, “Was. Am. Will be.”
“Right,” I said, “And I wouldn’t want to leave you. Like that. And I can’t do it for you, because of my wrist.”
“I could go do it by myself, after,” Gavin said, “If you wanted.”
“No!” I said, “I mean, no. It wouldn’t be fair. To me. To show you my… um, my peak. And not see yours.”
“Totally good, clinical reasons,” Gavin said.
“Right.”
“To protect your purity.”
“Of course,” I said, “For me.”
“For your husband,” he said.
“For God,” I said.
We stared at each other’s bodies. Both sweating and panting like we’d been running for days. Gavin’s face and chest were splotched crimson. My own body felt hot.
“Hey, um, Cassidy?”
“Yes?”
“Before, when we were on the bed and I was talking about Kelly? Right before you broke your wrist?” Gavin said.
“I remember,” I said.
“I was trying to kiss you,” Gavin said.
“I know,” I said.
“It’s just, I was so down about Kelly and you were there for me. Like you always are. And right then I realized how much I loved you. How beautiful and wonderful and special you are. Loved you more than I’d ever felt for Kelly. Or for any woman, honestly. My body took control. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”