Sharing A Room

[BadBrother]

OOC: Marc Willis. 22 Years old. 6"3', 195 pounds. Blonde hair, hazel eyes. Healthy and athletic.


IC:

"Just don't expect me to carry you over the threshhold," I informed my sister.
She giggled at my little joke. Still, there was something bizarre about sharing the Honeymoon Suite with your sister.
All things considered, we were lucky to get it. The snowstorm deposited three feet of snow in the area, and it was just getting started. Five minutes later and we would have been sleeping in the lobby.

"Well, it's.......... nice," I lied surveying out surroundings. In truth, it was pretty tacky. Everything was red, for one thing, from the curtains to the loveseat to the sheets on the heart shaped bed.
Still, it was shelter. And it had a nice fireplace.
It could be worse.

"Look, Marc," Sis said. "There's a bathtub right in the center of the room. And it's big enough for two..."
She winked at my, and I launched a playful slap at her rear.......
My sister and I had a great relationship. She was barely a year younger than me, so we grew up more like friends than family.
There was nothing weird about the two of us sharing a room.
Was there?

 

[MissVictoria]

ooc: If you don't have anyone in mind, I'd enjoy the part.

 

[J Bravo]

If you guys ever need a part. Give me a PM. I'd be glad to help

 

[MissVictoria]

ooc: Jenna Willis, 21 Years old, 5'6" 120 pounds, mousey brown hair, hazel eyes. Lithe, has the body of a dancer.

IC:

The snow was blinding, and through the thick curtain of flakes my first impression of the room was that it was red... very red... and as I stepped through the door, my vision clearing, I couldn't help but choke back a giggle at what lay before me.

It was so... stereotypical. Stuck here in a snowstorm, and happening upon this cheap motel with a honeymoon suite right out of a movie.

Throwing off my coat and scarf, I took notice of a hillarious heart-shaped bathtub, right in the middle of the room. Tossing a playful comment to Marc with an accompanied wink, I was met by a quick slap on the ass.

Marc and I were always doing such things. We were closer than most brothers and sisters, I suppose, and ours was a more physical sort of a relationship- that is, our family has never been afraid to touch, to hug and kiss each other goodbye or goodnight, to lounge around on the couch or wrestle, or put an arm about another when they are feeling down.

"Ouch! You dork." I murmured, rubbing my stinging rear. "Start up the fireplace. I'm going to get out of these frozen clothes."

Taking my gymn bag into the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and turned the heat up on the shower, intent to soak some warmth into my chilled bones.

 

[BadBrother]

"Ouch! You dork." She murmured, rubbing her stinging rear. "Start up the fireplace. I'm going to get out of these frozen clothes."


"Yes, Master," I said, falling into my Igor the Mad Hunchback imitation. I shuffled along until I heard the door slam. Then I took our bags and stuck them in the corner. My idea of unpacking. A few minutes later, I heard Jenna start the shower.
A hot shower sounded like a wonderful idea. I wondered if Sis would like some company....
I meant it to be a joke, but I was shocked at my reaction. Instantly, I felt myself stiffen.
"Down, boy," I warned myself. "She's your sister."
And she was. It would certainly gross her out to know that she turned me on a little.

Well. Let's be honest here. More than a little.
Jenna was the most beautiful woman I knew. And if she wasn't my sister, I'd.....

But she was. So nothing could ever happen between us. With a sigh, I went to start the fire.

Ten minutes later, Jenna emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, with nothing but a skimpy towel wrapped around her tight body.

"I suppose I should have organized my clothes before I hopped in the shower," she joked. "Where's my suitcase? Marc? Marc? What's wrong?"
Her lips were moving, and words were coming out, but I could only stare.

 

[MissVictoria]

The shower was delicious, hot and steamy, and warmed me up through and through. When I was finished, I stepped out onto the white bath mat and peered into the foggy mirror.

Humming a tune softly to myself I swept my arm over the mirrored glass and wiped away the cloudy steam, sticking my tongue out at my reflection, then combing my hair back from my face with my fingers. I leaned forward, studying my features in the mirror, examining my face closely.

My hair looked darker when it was wet, and I quite preferred it that way. It clung to my long neck, tickled my shoulders and swept down my back. I always felt particularly attractive after a shower- something about a state of being wildly disheveled. Some women really do look more attractive when they are wet.

I heard a noise outside the door and remembered that Marc was out there making a fire, and it really wasn't fair of me to leave him to do all the work. Stooping down into my gym bag, I shuffled through the contents looking for something to wear, but all I could find was socks, underwear and a couple of T-shirts.

'Damnit it!' I thought to myself, and wrapped one of the motels thin crappy towels around my form. I stuck my head out the door and called to Marc, but he must not have heard me.

Shivering and feeling like an idiot, I emerged from the bathroom, and saw Marc still arranging logs in the fireplace. I kicked him lightly in the rear with my barefoot and laughed down at him.

"I suppose I should have organized my clothes before I hopped in the shower," I joked. "Where's my suitcase?"

He stared up at me with the strangest look on his face... I couldn't tell what it was, and I was afraid that maybe he had bumped his head or something and was in shock.

"Marc?.... Marc? What's wrong?"

Concerned, I knelt down beside him, and put my hands on his shoulders, the towel slipping...

 

[BadBrother]

Jenna crossed over to me and knelt down, causing the towel to slip. I was instantly struck with mixed feelings of horror and desire. Horror at how embarrassed Jenna would be if the towel slide completely off, and desire at the thought of seeing her tight young body in all it's splendor.

God, she was beautiful.........


Fortunately, I regained my senses in time.
"Watch it, Sis," I said. "You're coming undone....."
She looked down, saw what was happening, and turned a bright scarlet.
"A gentleman would close his eyes," she pointed out.
"I'm not a gentleman," I counter. "I'm your brother."
She punched me in the arm, and I punched her back, and then I got up to take my shower.

Remembering to take a change of clothes with me.
Jenna had managed to use up most of the hot water, so my shower was rather icy. Still, as the cool water trickled down my body, I couldn't help but think about Jenna wrapped in nothing but a towel.
Bending down.
The image froze in my head.
Was that.......

......a trace of nipple peeking out?

Damn.
Thank God Jenna used up all the hot water.
Because I really, REALLY needed a cold shower.

Minutes later, wearing my old wrestling sweats, I emerged refreshed from the shower. I found Jenna sitting in front of the fireplace, mesmerized by the flames.
She was an absolute vision.
But she was my sister.
I sighed, and went over and sat down next to her.

 

[MissVictoria]

The sounds of Marc's shower running, the wind rustling the cheap windowpanes, and the crackling of the logs in the fireplace soon put me into a trance. I could go get dressed now, but I was so very comfortable just like this. The warmth from the fireplace radiated toward me, made my cheeks hot and my body lazy- made my mind drift. And so I sat instead, daydreaming, and wrapped in my towel.

I stared into the fire, watching the flames lick and dance over the charring wood. Every so often there was a loud pop, and a few sparks drifted in the air before fizzling out. I was warm now- warm and languid like a feline. Without thinking, I found my hand brushing lightly over my collarbone and the side of my neck. Tilting my head backward, I let my hand wander down over the soft curve of my breasts- teased the sensitive flesh of my already-hard nipples through the thin towel.

I felt absolutely delicious, lazy and warm. My hand pressed further down my stomach, down... down... down further. Carressing the smooth skin of my labia with a few fingers, I rubbed my clit through the folds of flesh. I licked my lips, still staring into the fire and losing myself to anything but the warmth, and the way I was pleasuring myself. I did not even notice when Marc emerged from the shower.

 

[BadBrother]

I had no idea what Jenna was doing when I sat down, but it soon became clear. I literally gasped, because Jenna's eyes popped open. She looked dazed and frightened and ashamed, all at the same time.
I didn't know what to say to her, so I uttered the first thing that came to mind.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Our eyes met, and something passed between us.
In that instant, everything had changed.
I still wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I knew it was going to be a night we would never forget......

 

[MissVictoria]

Oh my god.

Marc had caught me doing something that brothers were never meant to see. I yanked my hand from my sex, and pulled the towel closely around my body, shrinking away from him in shame and humiliation. I felt heat rising up my neck and through my cheeks, and I knew that they were becoming crimson red.

My first thought was to say that I was sorry, but before I could open my mouth to issue forth the words, he had spoken first.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I was astounded, and the words shocked me to my core. I met his eyes, and what transpired then without words is hard to describe. It was as if lust and a long reign of desire had finally allowed itself to be known, and we had at once made a contract to run with it and not ever tell a soul. It was almost a secret mutual agreement- the sort that only siblings can share, and one that pardoned everything, made it somehow ok, if but temporarily.

Still, I was frightened to move. I merely stared back at him, nervous to make the first move. He stared back. Perhaps he was feeling the same...

Breaking the silence, I spoke in a teasing whisper.

"Why do you say that, Marc?" I casually stretched out one of my legs, over his lap. "I don't think it is fair for me to have to do all the work, lazy thing. If you don't start helping, I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad."

 

[BadBrother]

I took Jenna's hand and kissed the back of it. Then, I took her finger in my mouth and sucked on it, tasting my sister for the very first time.
"I love you, Jen," I said.
"I love you too, Marc," she said.
"We don't have too...." I started to say.
"Yes we do," Jenna said, cutting me off. And I knew it was true.
At this moment, there wasn't a force on Earth that could stop me from making love to my beautiful sister.

I reached out to her, and she fit perfectly in my arms. Our bodies molded together as we shared our first kiss.
And our second.
And our third.
Then I lost count.
And time stood still.


At some point, however, I reached down and opened her robe, revealing her firm, rounded breasts. She gasped when I took her nipples in my mouth and sucked on them......"

"Oh, Marc," she whimpered.....

 

[MissVictoria]

My brother was suckling me like an infant.

I cradled his head in my arms, and stroked his hair lovingly, my lips parted slightly as I succombed to the exquisate pleasure of the action.

"Oh Marc..." I whimpered, my voice soft like a whisper.

His warm mouth encompassed my breasts, hungrily, greedily gobbling them up. I writhed beneath him, my body seeking to press itself to his. I tore at his shirt, urgently wishing to feel skin against skin...

 

[BadBrother]

Jenna started pulling at my clothes, and I reluctantly stopped kissing her long enough to help. She nearly strangled me in her haste to get my sweatshirt off, but her hands seemed to hesitate a bit when she reached my pants.

"It's alright," I assured her. Tenderly, I reached out and brushed her lips with mine.

"I love you, Marc," she said.
"I love you too," I said.
"Maybe we should think this out a little better," She suggested.
"I want you, Jen," I said. "I think I've always wanted you."
"I want you too, Marc," she said. "But what if something goes wrong? What if you hate me afterwards? What if I'm not..... good...."

I smiled at her concern. She was obviously frightened by our newfound desires.

"It's not too late to stop," I said for what I prayed was the last time.

It was her turn to smile. "Oh, yes it is...."

She took her hand and slipped it inside my sweatpants. She seemed surprised at all she found there -- I have a plus sized cock.

"Want a better look?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer, I started to lower my pants......