“Yes, Ben. Forever.”
I sighed. “Can you be just my friend? Not my girlfriend?”
Her eyes tightened but she set her lips in a determined line. “I’ll be whatever I have to be.”
“But can you really just be my friend?”
“I have to. I need you in my life, Ben. It physically hurts when you’re nearby but I can’t be around you. I was in absolute AGONY that first week of camp.”
“But I’m in love with Adrienne.”
A little smile crossed Dawn’s face. “Then I’ll wait for you.”
I took a deep breath and then pushed forward, puckering my lips. Dawn quivered, but she calmed when I kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’ll always love you, Dawn. Never forget that.”
“I won’t.”
“You have to do something for me, Dawn.”
“Anything, Ben.”
I took another deep breath. “You have to not be IN love with me.”
She sighed, a long, long exhalation filled with mourning and resignation. “I know.” And she did know; we were cosmically connected after all.
But knowing was one thing. DOING, on the other hand, would be a lot tougher.
I walked hand-in-hand with Dawn along the sidewalk. Somehow, holding hands didn’t seem a violation of our agreement to just be friends and in fact just felt a comfortable symbol of our closeness, like the kisses on the backs of each other’s neck. We may not be sexually intimate anymore, but we’d decided we were still “more than just friends”.
We’d spent nearly three hours hashing out our new “friendship”. Some of it was setting rules, like the no sex and no kissing thing. Some of it was trying to find loopholes in those rules, like a friendly peck under the mistletoe at Christmas. And some of it was coming up with situational examples and counter-examples for ways to act around each other. It was all SOOO complicated. It’s easy to progress from acquaintance to friend to intimate. It’s really hard to find a way to pull BACK. Even my breakups with Megan and Cassidy were never this complicated.
But eventually we decided we’d just have to go out and do the best we could. And in the end, Dawn reclined back against my chest while we zoned out to the television. My arm was around her waist, but I was careful not to let my hands wander. That was one of the boundaries I could no longer break.
And then Adrienne had called me to let me know they were heading for Blondie’s. I’d roused Dawn and we’d headed out.
“So you’re going to commit to Ryan now, right?” I asked seriously. “No more of this ‘I can’t have sex with him because Ben’s in the same zip code’ stuff.”
“Would it bother you?” her eyes flickered to me, fresh wariness in her eyes.
“No, no. Hey, we’re just friends. I’m happy for you.” I sighed. “But I wonder how he’s going to react now that I’m here.”
“We talked this past month. He knows how I feel about you, Ben. And he can handle it as long as we’re not sleeping together. He accepts my relationship with you: intimate but platonic.”
I nodded.
“Will you go be there with me the next time I see him?” Dawn turned and asked me.
“You want me there?” I arched an eyebrow.
Dawn nodded. “He’ll have to see it with his own eyes, that we’re really just friends. Or he’ll always wonder.”
I squeezed her hand. “Okay.” I’d have to see it with my own eyes, too. But that wasn’t now. Now, we were arriving at Blondie’s, just in time to see Dayna producing a large pepperoni pizza that looked just heavenly.
“Mmm ... Doesn’t that look so delicious?” Brandi elbowed me as we walked up.
My stomach gurgled loudly, all the answer my sister needed, and she laughed and patted my belly.
Adrienne looked up at me, her cell phone in hand. “Mom and Dad. They said they’re leaving the aquarium to head on home. Do you want to talk to them?”
I nodded and took the phone, smiling inwardly at how Adrienne had started calling my parents “Mom” and “Dad”. It was sweet and yet naughty at the same time to hear my girlfriend referring to them in that manner. I put the phone to my ear and said, “Hey...”
“Any last requests?” Mom asked in a slightly concerned tone. “It’s not too late for us to turn around and get back up there.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m FINE, Mom,” I tried to assure her. Last night when we’d left the Evans’ house, she practically didn’t want to let go of me. Even though I was eighteen and fully capable of living away from home, Mom would always worry a bit. But she’d trained me well. I’d been quite independent during my teenage years and while I’d gotten into some trouble here and there, I’d learned from my mistakes and I felt confident I would be alright on my own. Besides, I was still living with my big sister.
Mom then asked if I wanted to talk to the kids. I told her ‘no’. I’d said my goodbyes to the twins and given Brooke a rather intense kiss last night, along with a stern warning to stay out of trouble.
Then I hung up the phone and passed it to Adrienne, a little smile on my face. My grin only got wider as I surveyed the scene before me: Dayna, Brandi, Dawn, and Adrienne standing around a big Blondie’s pepperoni pizza. Just me and my roommates, far from home. After eighteen years, with my parents heading back home, I was FINALLY out on my own.
“Oh, gawd ... oh, gawd ... fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!”
Almost two years since we’d first had sex, Brandi looked even more amazing bent over on all fours. Her body had developed into that of a grown woman instead of a somewhat-coltish teenager. She was in great shape from lots of exercise, with nicely toned muscles. Plus ... my sister really did have a dynamite ass. And as I gazed down on those tight, perky cheeks, I mused on how I’d ended up here.
That night, Adrienne wanted her chance to sit down with Dawn and talk. And I do mean “talk”. The girls had become fast friends during the intense few weeks at summer camp and they looked eager to pick up where they’d left off, the two 18-year-olds perfectly capable of chattering on for an eternity. And when I appeared to want to horn in on their discussion, my girlfriend literally ordered me upstairs to go fuck my sister.
Brandi was more than happy for my company. Her boyfriend Matt wouldn’t be flying back from Oahu for another few days; and after a long time since seeing me, my older sister was desperate for more of my incestuous brother cum. As always, our lovemaking was pleasurable and fun, more about enjoying ourselves than anything else. Sex for me and Brandi was just an extension of our sibling relationship. It didn’t have the romantic emotion of being with Adrienne or the raw physicality of being with Dayna. For Brandi and me, it was just about relieving stress. It was ... comfortable. For the next few days, I was sure Brandi and I would be hooking up pretty often. But once Matt was here, I assumed we would fall into a more “occasional” pattern the way Brooke and I had been while she was dating Kenta.
But Matt wasn’t here yet. Just me. So I gripped Brandi’s hips and really started laying the pipe, plunging into the darkest recesses of her vaginal tunnel with every stroke.
“Oh gawd ... So big, Ben! Fuck me! Fuck your slutty sister! Pound that pussy!”
I pounded her as best I could, not to dominate her, but just because she was at the pleasure point where harder would feel better. And just when I felt myself about to cum, I reached around and tweaked her nipple, her left nipple, the one that seemed to be hardwired to her clit. And with my right hand I started strumming her clit itself, the dual stimulation enough to push Brandi over the edge and send her screaming into orgasm.