“The idea that I would be in love with my own brother is… laughable,” she explains.
“Really though? Having sex with me as your brother for kinky reasons is fine but having sex with me because we are a boy and a girl who find each other attractive is not fine?” he asks.
“Yes… no… I don’t know,” she is confused. “It all happened so fast. We didn’t even start dating or anything. We just jumped right into sex. I thought that meant it wasn’t real. You told me that washing my mouth out afterward would make it not real.”
“How gullible are you? You swallowed my cum, that’s not something you can erase just by washing your mouth.”
“No, I guess it’s not,” she agrees. “What does that mean? Are we dating? Are we in love with each other? When did it start? Have we always liked each other?”
“I don’t know about always, but we can consider all the times we’ve hung out together as the same thing that leads two unrelated people to dating and having sex.”
“This is so weird. We’re having a conversation about dating. Normally we talk about how wrong things are and it turns me on.”
“Are you turned off by the idea of dating me?” Aaron asks meekly. He is dreading the answer.
“It’s definitely not the same feeling,” she admits. “Maybe this is what you meant when you said it wasn’t a fetish. I don’t hate the idea. My heart is fluttering but I’m not horny or thinking about it as kinky at all. I’ve been focusing so much on the sex of our relationship that I guess I never really asked myself what I wanted once we are done with all that. I kinda figured we’d go back to normal. We’d pretend it never happened.”
“Go ahead. Leave all the kink for when we’re horny. Right now, I don’t want to have sex with you, I want to talk with you, spend time with you, maybe kiss you. I want to watch a movie and cuddle. Is that okay?”
“That sounds like regular dating.” Christina blushes.
“How come you’re more flustered by the thought of regular dating than putting my cock in your mouth?”
“Two different desires.” She shrugs. “I want to date and be in love because of my heart. I want to fuck and be fucked because of my cunt. I can easily admit both but the desire comes from two different places. Obviously my heart is a little shyer than my cunt.”
Aaron can not help but laugh. “So you’re giving me a chance, right?” he asks hopefully.
“I’d be lying if I said I thought dating my brother was a good idea but, at the moment, if you asked me if I had a boy I wanted to date, only you would come to mind. We can call this a trial run if it doesn’t work out. I’ll even let you still fuck me if we break up. I kinda can’t get over that part, getting fucked by my own brother. Until I think of something kinkier, you’re not allowed to stop.”
“Someone’s gotten a little bossy.” He starts to tickle her while simultaneously leading her to her bed, which he pushes her down onto.
“Keep it down up there!” Michael calls up the stairs. Prompting Aaron to run back to the door and shut it.
“What should we do for our first date?” Christina asks while rolling over onto her stomach. She starts to kick her feet the same way she was the day they first ever had sex.
“Perhaps a massage,” he suggests.
“A proper one?” she asks skeptically.
“If you want something more, all you have to do is ask.” He sits down on the bed next to her.
“How about this, I’m still not wearing any panties.” She flips up her skirt by lifting one of her legs higher than the other. “You can decide what to do with that knowledge after you get rid of all the stiffness in my whole body.”
“The less stiff you get, the stiffer I’ll be,” he mutters as he places his hands on her bare lower back. He then slides her shirt up until it is above her breasts.
“I can feel the bed sheets with my nipples,” she giggles. He moves to slide her skirt off but she stops him. “I think I should remain dressed in case Mom and Dad barge in for some reason. This is a normal massage, right?”
“I still thought it would be hot to receive an actual naked massage with oil and everything,” he explains.
“Maybe when Mom and Dad go out again,” she disagrees.
“I kinda wish they’d barge in right now,” he admits in a longing voice. “I’d get beat up by dad and you’d be put on birth control and then… maybe we’d run away together.”
“If it meant I got to keep that feeling I get when I know what we’re doing is wrong, I think I would be okay with all of that,” she agrees with him. “For today though, a simple massage.” She closes her eyes. He runs his hands along her back softly, assuring her that he has only one intention. His mind is made up though; he will not hand her over to another boy, not unless she really does fall in love with them instead of him for some reason.