“Kady’ll keep an eye on me. She DOES love checking out my ass,” Brooke smiled.
“And then when she graduates a year ahead of you?”
“Then I’ll be a Senior myself. I’ll learn. And before you know it, I’ll be right up there with you at Berkeley.”
I sighed.
“Hey, don’t worry,” Brooke stroked my arms. She got a twinkle in her eye. “I can see the future.”
“See the future?” I arched an eyebrow.
Brooke giggled cutely. “Yeah. Wanna know what happens?”
“What?”
“I’m going to get into trouble the next two years of high school. Without my big brother around to keep me in check, I’m going to drink alcohol, have wild sex, and maybe even try a drug or two, just to see what they’re like.”
“Brooke!”
“But I won’t get addicted and I won’t get out of control because I know that Mom knows more than she lets on and I don’t want to disappoint you. I love my big brother and I would never let myself go so far as to let you down. Not again. I did it with Drew and you had to come to my rescue. I saw the pain in your eyes when you had to clean me up, and I don’t ever want to be the reason for that kind of pain again.”
“Brooke…” I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned, feeling some of that old pain returning.
“Yeah, that look,” my sister confirmed. “But don’t worry. I have a boyfriend who loves me and will watch out for me, keeping me well-satisfied so that I don’t go crazy. And by the time I get to college my big brother will protect me from more adult problems and be there to give me a hug when I want or need one.”
“Always,” I nodded.
“And maybe a year or two after graduating, I’ll marry Kenta. But the night before I get married, I’ll make love to my big brother just to remind myself of how much you mean to me, and that you’ll always be there for me when I need it. I’ll walk down the aisle knowing the last sperm inside my womb was yours, Ben. And because I’m marrying Kenta, he’ll understand that you and I will be fucking off and on for the rest of our lives.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Serious?”
“Completely.”
I shook my head, a little smile on my face. “Mind telling me MY future?”
Brooke giggled. “Doesn’t work that way. I can only see my future.”
I snorted. “Then tell me who I’m with at your wedding.”
She shook her head and laughed. “Couldn’t see her face. Just knew that she was blonde.”
“Oh, THAT helps.” I rolled my eyes.
Brooke laughed. “Doesn’t matter, you’re not married yet. I’m getting married before you.”
“Really?” I arched my eyebrow.
My sister shrugged. “Your love life is too complicated, Ben.”
I sighed. “Tell me about it.”
“No thanks,” Brooke laughed, answering me literally. She put her hand in mine and started us walking again. “That story would take forever.”
Since Brooke had dragged me out of the lodge early, not only were we the first people on the trail up, leaving us conveniently alone, but we were also the first onto the ridge. Together, we settled onto the man-made bench for four that I preferred as a ‘best spot’. Five minutes later, a newly-hooked up couple in their mid-20s arrived. Others trickled in and ten minutes after that, a middle-aged couple joined us on the bench.
Brooke just leaned herself against me as the sun descended out of the sky. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, careful not to do anything regarded as potentially sexual. People often saw Brooke and me together, but assumed we just had a somewhat more affectionate family than most. We may not have been very romantic, but watching the sun go down with my sister in my arms was certainly intimate.
As expected, once the orange disk was completely gone, the middle-aged and older couples left to start their hike back before it got dark enough to make the trek dangerous. Some of the younger couples stuck around and quietly got into their makeout sessions. I wasn’t about to make out with Brooke in front of others, so after a minute or two, I grabbed her hand and started to get up.
But Brooke yanked back on my hand and leaned her body into mine. She made it clear we weren’t leaving until she said so, and I just held her closely while we watched the sky darken rapidly to the soundtrack of a handful of young couples wetly kissing each other.
One by one, various couples left to find more private sanctuaries. But a full half-hour after the sun had gone down, there was still one other couple left, college-aged. They were old acquaintances that hooked up for the first time about a week ago, flush with the eagerness and horniness of new love. I surmised they were intending to make love up on this ridge and were waiting for us to leave them alone, and once again I sat up to get Brooke on the move. After all, they wanted to fuck and we were just siblings. I owed it to the guy to get the hell out of the way.
But Brooke wasn’t budging. I tugged one more time and she flashed me an intense look and barked a hard, “No.”
I backed off. Duty to a fellow guy wanting to get laid was one thing. But I wouldn’t risk my sister’s wrath for it.
No matter. After Brooke pronounced that she wasn’t leaving, the other couple decided to move on. They were too horny to sit around and wait. They had come prepared with flashlights, flicking them on as they headed for the trailhead. And after another minute, their lights disappeared completely, plunging us once again into the semi-dark of twilight.
Only then did Brooke turn and plant a fierce kiss on me, grabbing my shoulders and pushing at me until I was flat on my back with my legs straddled on either side of the bench. My little sister practically crawled on top of me as she tried to tickle my tonsils with her tongue, and although we’d had some amazing sex together this summer when she wasn’t with Andrew, I hadn’t seen her this passionate in months.
“Ohhh, Ben. I love you, big brother.”
“I love you, too, little sister,” I grunted and moved my lips down her neck. She was wearing a baby-T in a pastel blue with darker blue sleeves. The color had almost completely washed out in the dim light, but I could still identify the difference between her tan skin and the shirt material as I slid the neckline to the side so I could kiss her exposed skin. Brooke sighed and clutched my head to the crook of her neck, moaning happily.
Meanwhile, my sister had been grinding her crotch over the growing erection in my shorts, and presently she pulled back so that she could quickly unbutton and unzip me, freeing my cock to the cooling night air.
“Oh, Brooke,” I groaned.
“Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me up here again. Do you remember?” my little sister husked. “You took my virginity on this bench last year, Ben. I get so hot just THINKING about it. I was up here with Andrew last week and all I could think about was your cock. I had to drag him down the ridge before the sunset just so I could blow him and imagine it was you. I need to feel you inside me, Ben. Fuck me, big brother!”
“Oh, Brooke…” I groaned even harder.
My sister’s shorts and panties were history, only the minor snag of getting them off her sneakers slowing her down. She didn’t bother with the top, letting me bunch up the material beneath her armpits and unsnapping her bra to get my hands on her tits while she frantically tried to get her wet pussy aligned over my cock. “Now, Ben! I NEED you! Feel how wet I am for you!”
“Oh, Brooke!” I exclaimed.
Before I knew it, my little sister fisted my rod in her hand, planted her feet to the ground on either side of me, and impaled herself onto my rock-hard dick. “AAAAAHHHH!” Brooke screamed as she felt my rocket-aimed prick blasting upwards through her tight pussy. But before I could react to what sounded like a scream of pain, she grabbed my head and kissed me, and then hunched with her hips to sink an extra few inches into her exquisitely tight pussy.