He grinned broadly. "That's my girl," he cooed. "Hey! Do you mind if I take a shower?"
"Go ahead," I told him. "Grab a towel from the closet."
"Thanks." He shot me a wink and snatched the towel.
As I listened to the shower run in the bathroom, I set about putting things in order. Company would be good. I didn't know anyone else in Boston except a couple of other tenants in the apartment house, and I wasn't really close to them. Adam and I had grown up together.
It was ridiculous to be afraid of having him here.
The shower suddenly stopped running. I was dusting the TV when the door suddenly creaked.
I glanced up.
Big mistake.
Adam entered the room, the towel wrapped around his waist, a few droplets of water glistening on his manly chest. Again I felt that strange tingle as I looked at him, and this time, my pussy threatened to flood.
"I forgot to get some clean clothes from my bag," he explained, picking up his suitcase.
I watched him carry it to the sofa. As he put it down, it grazed his body and the towel came undone. It fell to the floor.
My eyes widened as I stared at my brother's naked body. I had a side view of his hard cock and my nipples hardened also. His cock was every bit as huge and long as Jace's, except his seemed more veiny and had this slight curve...
Man, I shouldn't be thinking like this.
But I couldn't get myself to look away from the large goodness.
"Whoa!" Adam squealed as he bent down to pick the towel. "I'm sorry."
He glanced at me, and I didn't make any move to hide the redness in my cheek. He walked slowly to me and I held my breath.
"Saw something you liked, didn't you?" he asked softly.
I threw my face away. "I didn't. Just take your clothes and change in the bedroom."
I was fighting the feeling between my legs, and my nipples were going crazy.
Adam placed his hand on the small of my back, and drew lazy circles, gradually guiding the inquisitive hand down to caress my rounded butt. As he turned me into his embrace, his towel came undone again, falling to the floor. His dick shot up nakedly between us.
My head reeled as I felt the warm rigid cock pulsating between us. A voice in my head continued to remind me that it was my brother's dick grazing my abdomen, and that there might be consequence for what we were about to do. I was about to jump into a raging sea; I might never survive it.
But I couldn't care. The mere sight of his huge cock seemed to blow the last bit of my straying rationality into the wind. And at the moment, my feelings were anything but sisterly.
Suddenly, my guilt seemed to overcome my cravings. "Adam, what's the matter with you?" I demanded, fighting futilely in his arms. "We can't do this."
"Sure as hell, yeah, we can, pancake," he snickered. "I want to, you want to, and we are both grown up, so, why shouldn't we?"
Alright. At least I tried to stop him.
This had progressed too far for Adam to allow himself to be stopped. Moreover, he must have known also that I wanted his dick in me, no matter how hard I tried to hide the truth.
In a lightning move that drew a squeal out of my mouth, Adam swept me into his arms. I thrashed half-heartedly around but it didn't do much to help the situation. No, it worsened it. My skirt slipped up to my waist, revealing my naked butt clad with nothing except my lace panties. His crotch grazed it, giving rise to another wave of excitement.
Adam laughed and dropped me into the bed. Then he fell on his knees beside me, his big cock standing erect. The sight of this monster cock and the mere imagination of it drilling my pussy sent thrills surging through me.
Dark chuckles found their way out of his throat as he wrestled me into submission, his heavy cock slapping my thighs as I struggled half-heartedly. It was useless to fight him. I wanted this too, needed it, so I might as well make it easier for the both of us.
I narrowed my eyes when he suddenly got off me, looking around for something. He grabbed the pillow, yanked it out of its case and rolled the case into a thick rope.
I could have slid away, but I waited. Why? Well, I have no idea. Perhaps I was only curious to see what he wanted to do with it. Or, maybe, I was also thrilled to be a part of the dangerous game he wanted to play, and willing to follow his rules.
An icy chill snaked its way down my spine when he suddenly brought the rope to my mouth. The chill gave way to a pleasurable thrill as he pulled the improvised gag tight around the back of my head.
Now, it dawned on me that he wasn't teasing. He really meant to fuck me. Was this the answer to my silent wishes? Was this the sex I had always been craving, the kind that Adam always claimed would house break even the most uptight girls?
I mumbled against the gag, my pussy began to drip with moisture as I watched him strip the case off another pillow.
Then he turned me onto my stomach, holding my legs together, folding them above my butt. He gathered my arms close to my ankles and looped the improvised rope around my ankles and wrists. But it didn't hurt; he knotted it hard enough to keep me in place and send ripples of excitement through me.
Done with his task, he straightened up and looked at me like I was a piece of meat and he was some patient dog. "There you are, pancake," he said, his voice husky. "How do you like that?"
I stared at his cock. It was so hard the veins popped like they were going to burst through any second. Precum oozed out of the tip, dribbling down his shaft.
"You'll like this before I'm done with you," he promised. "I'll make you groove on it." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You're gonna love old Adam more than you ever did."
His rod twitched, exuding another round of precum, and as if on cue, moisture formed around my meaty entrance again.
It wouldn't take much effort from me to untie myself. He tied me loosely, giving me an option to get away–if I wanted to. But he was right. I wanted this.
I watched his every movement, making sounds against the gag. But this wasn't the sound of refusal but one of anticipation.