A Secret Between Siblings

I jumped up as the doorbell chimed, running for the door. My socks kept slipping on the hardwood floor and I nearly tripped.

“Blake!” I yelped, nearly throwing door off its hinges. “You’re here!”

I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing at his chest. He was a lot bigger than the last time that I saw him.

“Hey sis!” he said, grunting as I enveloped him. “It’s good to see you again.”

“I know, right,” I teased. “Come on, you probably want to get settled.”

Blake was my barely younger half-brother. Same mom, different dad. We didn’t really make a big deal of it. Probably because I hadn’t even known about him for most of my life, meeting for the first time as teenagers. And though we had been great friends—siblings, I guess—we didn’t see each other much. Until now.

“Thanks again for letting me stay with you until I find a place of my own,” he said, setting down his backpack by the couch. “And if at any point you want me to go, I will.”

“I haven’t even closed the door and you are talking about leaving?” I said. I hefted his suitcase down the hallway. “What is the point of having a guest room if I can’t even have guests?”

“You got me there. Here, let me help you with that.”

Blake lifted the suitcase easier with one hand than I did with two. “What?” he asked.

“You’re just, um, really strong,” I said. And kind of a hunk, though I shook myself from the thought.

He winced as he set down the bag and grabbed at his lower back.

“You alright?” I asked.

“My back has just been tight, I don’t know what it is,” he said. “It has been doing better, but that flight sort of agitated it. Hey, question, where is the bed?”

“The shipment was delayed,” I said sheepishly, “but I didn’t want to tell you because I thought you wouldn’t come. I was hoping it would have arrived by the time you got here, but nope. And now that I know about your back, I feel terrible!”

“Stephanie,” he whispered beneath his breath.

“I’ll make it up to you!” I said. “You can sleep in my bed, and I’ll take the couch. Honestly, I fall asleep there most nights anyways.”

“I am not going to take your bed,” Blake said.

“I am offering it to you!” I said, grabbing his arm. His strong, rock hard arm. “Temporarily.”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Like you said, it was a long flight. Why don’t you take a shower, and then I can take a look at your back, yeah? See if I can massage out the issues. I am a massage therapist, you know. We don’t have to discuss the bed anymore right now.”

He smiled. “Thanks sis.”

“Don’t sweat it,” I cheered. I lifted his suitcase into my room and set it along the bed. “Shower is just around the corner. Take your time, I’ll get dinner going.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go out of your way to make me something.”

“It’s—an oven pizza. Basically, all the work I am doing is unwrapping it and putting it in the oven.”

“Sounds naughty.”

“Blake!” I laughed. “I’ve missed you.”

“You too, sis,” he said, then went into the bathroom.

I liked when he called me that. Not everyone in our family accepted my choices as a transgirl. It could be difficult and awkward, or just out right uncomfortable. But it didn’t bother Blake, and for that I was glad.

I was setting the table when Blake called from the bathroom.

“Hey, Steph,” he said, “I don’t see any towels in here?”

“Bah—sorry!”

“How do you dry off?” he asked with a laugh.

“I forgot to put them out,” I said. I rushed over to a side cabinet and got one. “Here you go.” I opened the door just enough to set the towel on the counter. And more than enough to see the rippled reflection of Blakes upper body.

I closed the door before he noticed.

“Thanks!” he shouted.

What is wrong with me? Am I seriously turned on by my half-brother? Isn’t that—wrong? I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. You just haven’t seen him in a long time, that it. He’s a good looking guy, and we are related, so what?

I felt like there was a part of me hiding something, but I wasn’t sure what. I dismissed the thought and went back to setting the table. Blake came out of the bathroom, the towel concealing very little—save for all the parts I wanted to get a peek at.

“Where do you want to do it?” he asked.

“What?” I coughed.

“You said you were going to check out what is going on with my back?”

“Right—yeah, um, forgot about that,” I said. The oven beeped from the kitchen. “Go lay on your stomach at the edge of the bed, that should work. We got to let this cool for a little while anyways.”

I stepped in a puddle of water as I passed the bathroom, soaking my socks. “Did you even dry off?” I laughed. “And here you were critiquing me!”

I pulled off the wet socks, tossing them in a laundry basket. Blake was on the end of the bed, sprawled out, still in his towel. My mouth suddenly watered and I swallowed hard.

“Alright,” I whispered, opening my nightstand drawer, and pulling out a bottle of lotion.

“Is that a dildo?” Blake asked.

“No!” I said, shutting the drawer.

“That thing was huge, Stephanie. Can you even fit that in your mouth?”

“Oh, I don’t put it in my mouth, it’s for—” I cleared my throat. “I don’t know what you are talking about. And no peeping into my things.”

“Anything else I should be worried about?” he laughed. “You know I am only teasing you, right?”

“Mmhmm. Now shut up, and let me figure out what is wrong with your back. Where does it hurt.”

I squirted the lotion on his back, rubbing it around until I had a smooth, relaxed, surface. With a little bit of questioning, I was able to isolate the sore muscles, and work out a bit of the tension. He looked good. Really good. And I couldn’t help but linger a little longer than I should have.

“Are your toes—M&Ms?” Blake asked.

“Hmm? Oh, ha! Yeah,” I said, holding out my bare foot, “I painted them to look like M&Ms. Cute right?”

“I don’t mind sucking on them,” he said softly.

“What?” I gasped.

“M&Ms,” he said, “they last longer if you suck on them. Chocolate gets a bit—waxy though. Or something. Hard to explain.”

“I don’t think I’ve noticed,” I said. Get a hold of yourself, Steph. You’re so jumpy right now. What is wrong with you? “How are you feeling?”

“Great,” he sighed, “you sure know how to relax a man.”

“I bet I could do better,” I whispered without thinking.

“What?”

“If you’re better we can eat,” I said, “pizza is ready you hunk.”

Dinner was simple. We caught up with each other’s lives. He told me what he had been doing back home. Where he planned to work, and finding a place of his own. I didn’t mind having him stay with me. It was nice to have family close—especially someone I was so close with.

We ended up turning on some game, mostly as background noise as we chatted.

“Can I have one of these beers?” Blake asked from the refrigerator.

“Totally. I actually got them for you,” I said, leaning over the sofa.

“Do you want one?”

“Umm—yeah, sure.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t like the taste,” he said.

I laughed like I had something to say but didn’t.

“What?” Blake smiled.

“Nothing,” I grinned.

He plopped down next to me on the sofa. So close that I was almost leaning into him. “You aren’t going to tell me?”

“I might need a drink first,” I said with a sip. “Its just that I get a little—unreserved? When I drink beer.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Like I say and do things I probably wouldn’t,” I said.

“Then I’ll make sure to get you another once you finished that.”

I punched his shoulder playfully. It had the effect of nudging me even closer toward him. My heart started to pick up in its pace. I liked the way he was looking at me.

“You’re biting your lip,” he whispered.

“I am?” I blushed.

I tilted the bottle upward, chugging the contents.

“Whoa, slow down, there’s no rush here, sis,” said Blake.

I set the empty bottle on the ground, leaning back a bit uneasy. After I steadied, he looked at me, and I leaned in to kiss him.

Our lips pressed softly together. I expected him to push me away. To stop me. But then his lips moved over mine, slowly, gently. It was the softest I had ever kissed anyone before. It was like we were both knew to it, and taking to learning the rhythm slowly.

I dared to swipe with my tongue, and he pulled away.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, wiping my lip, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“If you didn’t, I was going to,” Blake said. He put his hand under my chin and kissed me. Then he started to kiss along my ear.

“Mmm,” I hummed softly. “This is wrong—isn’t it?”

“What is?” he replied, kissing along my neck.

“What we are doing,” I whispered, fighting back a moan. I put my hand on his chest—his powerful, bulky chest.

Blake lifted my legs so that my feet were in his lap, turning me towards him. I pulled his lips against mine, savouring each passionate breath. I could tell he was just as nervous as I was—with no idea what we were doing.

He started for my boobs but backed off, running his hand along my knee. I thought he was going to move up my thigh, but instead he went down, running a finger over the sole of my feet. I hummed happily.

“You like that?” he asked, feeling at my toes.

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, unsure what to say.

He grabbed my ankle and lifted my foot up, kissing at my heel. I resisted as he licked along my soles, pushing my toes into his mouth as he started to suck them. Blake knew just how to tease my feet—licking, kissing, and sucking in all the right places.

In my experience, feet play usually ended after a couple minutes. It wasn’t everyone’s kink, I knew that. But minutes passed, and Blake kept going. I sat back into the pillows of the sofa, enjoying it. After my feet were slick, he set my feet down in his lap.

I let out a breath of satisfaction and let my head back into the pillows. I was aroused, that was certain, but also relaxed. I closed my eyes and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

I woke up as Blake was carrying me to the bedroom. “Hey,” I grumbled.

“Hey yourself, sleepy,” he said kindly. He set me on the bed.

“No, no, you are supposed to sleep here,” I said, shaking myself awake to sit at the edge of the bed.

“I am not going to steal your bed, Stephanie,” he said. When he stood in front of me, I grabbed him by the waistband.

“Then—share it with me?” I asked. Blake blinked wordlessly and unmoving. He was so much taller than me, especially when I was sitting, and he was standing over me. I looked up at him with my big brown eyes.

I undid the button on his pants, slowly working down the zipper. He leaned over and I lifted my arms as he slid off my shirt. My hands were on his zipper, and his were on my bra. He unclasped my bra, and I let it fall away to reveal my little boobs.

Carefully I slid down his pants and boxers. I nearly jumped when his cock sprung out. Blake was big. Not the thickest cock I’ve ever seen, but long and smooth. I grabbed his shaft just above the balls and he groaned.

Blake squeezed my boobs as I started to stroke his cock from the end of the bed. He was still standing in front of me, his cock basically level with my chin. I kept my fingers loose, teasing him while I looked up at him.

“I want your cock inside me,” I whispered, leaning close enough that he could feel my breath. I kept stroking him, holding out my tongue.

I stopped him when he started to slide down my shorts. “Wait.”

Nervously, I got under the cover. Stroking his cock but afraid from him to see me naked, I thought. I slid off my shorts and tossed them beside the bed.

Blake took off his shirt, then got under the covers. He spread my legs while I was on my back, laying on top of me. I tugged at his cock beneath the blanket. I liked the way his balls felt resting on my stomach, even if I couldn’t see them beneath the covers.

With one hand he grabbed both my wrists, pinning my arms above me. And with the second, he pushed his cock against my asshole. I could feel his precum dripping from his tip along my ass. And when he pushed the tip in, I squeaked.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“No! Don’t stop,” I said, “oh fuck, don’t stop.” I winced through the pain as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper. I could feel it warm inside of me, half expected it to be bulging through my stomach.

I leaned forward and kissed him through my pinned arms. He was as deep inside me as he could go. If I focused, I could feel his heartbeat through his cock, thrumming in my asshole. He pulled his cock out a little, then stuck it back in. Then again. And again.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Blake lifted my legs so that my knees were almost against my chest, and my feet were flat against his. He held onto my hip as he thrust inside me, his balls slapping against my ass with each pounding. What am I doing? He’s your brother, Steph—oh fuck, but it feels so good.

We kissed aggressively as he fucked me raw. “I want you to cum inside me,” I moaned between breath.

“You want me to cum in your tight little asshole?” Blake grunted.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I pleaded.

Blake focused. And then a moment later, I felt him tense, and quiver. His cock pulsed inside of me, and I felt the wet warmth of cum in my asshole. I moaned his name, and he gave a few more thrusts before spinning out from between my legs.

He crashed next to me on the bed with a heaving chest. I crumpled next to him, one arm draped over his chest. My asshole ached with satisfaction. I fingered at my asshole, licking the sticky cum from my fingers.

“I can’t believe we just fucked,” he said.

“I know,” I said. “I—know we shouldn’t have—but fuck, that felt good.”

“Yeah, it did,” Blake said. He yawned and shut his eyes.

I was still awake when he fell asleep—the two of us, completely naked in my bed. I looked past him in shock to find that the blinds were open, and the bedroom light was on. There were a dozen other windows from the opposite building, some lit up with people clearly walking around.

We just fucked in front of half the building, great, I thought. I climbed out of bed and rushed to the window to close the blinds. Cum dripped down my asshole down my leg. I wiped it up with my fingers and swallowed before climbing back into bed.

I cuddled next to Blake, and before I had time to consider what I had just done with my half-brother, I fell asleep.