“Your body,” Joseph said after a long bout of silence, “It is so…different. It is so soft and curvy…” He tried to grasp what made it so different and wonderful in his eyes, but he could not. We lacked the words to describe what we felt, but we felt it all the same. Joseph stood up and took a step closer to me. He sort of froze, just looking at me. The raw emotion on his face made me smile.
“I am glad you like it,” I said. I saw that his eyes were mostly fixed on the area between my legs and also my breasts. Of course, those were the parts of my body that were apparently different from his; it was natural that they’d be the most interesting. I reached forward and took Joseph’s hand. I knew that he was curious, and I also ached for him to share my body by touching it. He almost pulled away at first, nervous to touch me while I was naked, knowing that somehow it was a sin. But he was too interested to pull away completely. I took his hand and gently placed it on my breast.
I felt his hard, calloused fingers on my breast, his palm pressed against my nipples and I whimpered a little. What was this about my breasts all of the sudden? They had never been so sensitive before. But I wasn’t worried, the feeling was wonderful. I looked into my brother’s eyes while he gently squeezed and played with my breast. I felt the inside of my legs grow wetter as he fondled me. I could even smell the delicate aroma of my private area and I could tell Joseph could as well. I saw him glance down more than once between my legs as he played with my breast.
“You could touch that too,” I said, barely above a whisper, I bit my lower lip and felt Joseph squeeze my breast a little tighter.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking around uncertainly.
“Please,” I said. I needed his hands on me. And I wanted to know if the feeling I’d felt alone, the night before, in my bed, would be even more special if I could make it happen with my brother. He didn’t hesitate. He kept him hand on my breast, but his other hand moved between my legs. I spread my legs a bit, to give him access. Then I felt his strong fingers press against my clit and slide through my juices. I moaned quietly and then bit my lip to keep from making noise. Joseph’s fingers swirled around my wet opening, feeling me gently. I felt a building tension inside of me, more familiar now.
Then, surprisingly, I felt the very tip of Joseph’s finger slip inside of my body. I shuddered and gasped. Then I started to pitch forward. The sensation was so unexpected. And so intense. I felt weak. Joseph’s hands moved away from my body, but he caught me as I started to slip. I looked into his eyes and saw concern and love there shining through.
“Are you okay Anna?” he asked, “Did I heart you?”
“I am perfect,” I whispered, “I’ve never felt better.”
Then I quickly leaned forward and planted a kiss on my brother’s lips. I don’t know why I did it. It didn’t really make sense, but it was an uncontrollable urge. We’d been kissing a little bit for weeks now, but this was entirely different. There was too much excitement in the air, too much new territory for a chaste little peck. My lips pressed hard against my brother’s lips. At first he seemed surprised, he hadn’t been expecting that. But soon I felt his body react to mine. In a moment, I felt his arms wrap around me, pressing my naked body against his clothes. The roughness of the material and the surprise I felt sent a delightful chill through my body. Our kiss became more passionate. I opened my mouth to mouth and suddenly Joseph’s tongue was in my mouth. At first I was surprised, but I found that I liked it. Our tongue explored one another’s mouths and he tasted wonderful. I also became aware that something hard between Joseph’s legs was pressing against my hip. I broke the kiss and looked at my brother.
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