I had come home the night before, and when I arrived, I had to pee. I’d been holding it too long. I was listening to music on my MP3 player and barged into the bathroom to go. I was halfway to the toilet when I realized you were in the shower. I knew I should leave immediately. But I froze, mesmerized by the sight in front of me. You were taller than me by then, and already on your way to being buff. Your body was not hard on the eyes. And you were jacking off to beat the band. I couldn’t take my eyes of your penis, your hand jacking back and forth on it so fast. I was fascinated and aroused at the same time — watching the blur of your hand and looking at your rigid cock. I was surprised how big it was. I had been with several men by then and none of them had a thing on you,” She giggled.
I blushed.
“Jake, I got so aroused, that I quietly backed out of bathroom, went to my bedroom and jilled off like crazy. I came faster than I ever had before. And, Jake, that was the first time I imagined you…taking me. But it wasn’t the last.”
She grinned, “You became my go-to fantasy. And when you got to college and we would meet for lunch or something, I started seriously considering seducing you, but always lost my nerve.”
I sat in dumb silence as she continued with her revelations. She laid a hand on my leg. I had been looking into space, but now looked down at her. She was looking at my leg, focused there. She lightly slid her hand up my thigh as she talked, outlining my erection with her long, delicate fingers — the erection I hadn’t realized I had.
“One time, after a crappy date with a guy that was all over me, I decided to pay you a visit at your dorm room. It was one in the morning, and although I didn’t like the guy, he had gotten me turned on. I’d had enough to drink, that in my turned-on state, I went to your room thinking…well maybe. But it was not to be. You had company.”
It was then she realized what she was doing and pulled her hand back, gave me an embarrassed ‘sorry’ look, and shrugged her shoulders.
“But, Jake honey, though I loved you and had sexual fantasies about us, together; I wasn’t ‘in love’ with you.”
My heart sank.
“It wasn’t until you married Elise and I saw how you treated her, how you cared for her, respected her, how affectionate you were with her. That’s when my own infatuation with you changed; that’s when I fell in love with you, Jake.”
She shivered, “Jake, honey, the water’s getting cold.”
“Oh, sorry.” I quickly got up and grabbed a towel.
She stood while I was reaching for it. When I turned to hold the towel up for her, she was standing facing me, rivulets of water trickling down the contours of her latte-hued body. Beads of water dripped from the dense curls of her full, dark bush. She captured my eyes with hers in a direct gaze, letting me know this wasn’t accidental.
I was frozen for a moment, holding the towel in my hands, but not reaching to wrap it around her. Slowly, she reached a hand out and placed it on my shoulder, lifted a leg and stepped out of the tub, then stepped out with the other. The motion was fluid and graceful, like a ballet dancer.
Almost in a trance, I brought the towel up and wrapped it around her, my eyes still locked on hers. Reaching around her brought my face within inches of hers. I could see the subtle patterns in the irises of her eyes. I could feel her warm breath and smell the light scent of her perfume, still lingering in her hair.
Almost in a whisper, in that lightly husky voice of hers that I find so sexy, she continued, “That’s when I fell in love with the man my brother had become. Before Derrick, I had several lovers, but only two boyfriends; and while I’d had plenty of sexual experience, I had little experience with how relationships could be — except for Mom and Dad, but parents are a different thing. Anyway, my relationship with Derrick was very different than the one I saw you had with Elise. I was envious, jealous, and I didn’t think she deserved you; didn’t see her putting into you what you put into her — no pun intended,” she grinned, then became very serious.
“That’s when I realized what I didn’t have with Derrick, how he didn’t treat me, how he didn’t adore me, the way I saw you treat her, adore her. I wanted that, to be loved like that. I really believed that Derrick loved me, but I knew he didn’t love me like that. And I wanted that. And the more I wanted it, the more I wanted you, but I knew it could never be. I was married, you were married, we had different lives, we were brother and sister…”
I only nodded slightly in response. Her revelations had left me speechless. The events of the last few hours had seemed surreal. She paused to dry off, tilting her head to the side and beginning to dry her hair. Her plump breasts wobbled erotically. I stood and watched her as she dried her arms, then her torso and down her long legs. When she stood, she saw me watching her, and a small smile curled the corners of her lips.
“Jake, do you think I’m pretty?”
“You are so beautiful it hurts my heart. And I don’t know how much longer I can look at you like this without having a coronary.”
She smiled, handed me the towel and nodded at her clothing. I hung the towel and turned to fetch her clothes.
“Just the robe and slippers,” she requested.
When I went to hand her the robe, she turned her back to me and held her arms out to the side for me to slip the robe on her, at the same time giving me a full view of her backside, her long, finely-muscled back, round, firm buttocks and long, slender, but well-defined legs. Hands trembling, I slipped the robe on her.
She faced me, taking my hands in hers, “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t teasing you. I needed to see a man, someone that mattered to me, look at me the way you did; to make me feel beautiful, desirable. And thank you for telling me I’m beautiful. I needed to hear that. I think you know how it can crush you when someone you love rejects you?”
I nodded, “All too well.”
“And, Jake, when you revealed that you loved me, I mean, me the woman, it made me feel like I could breathe again, that life hadn’t just ended for me, which is what it has felt like since yesterday. Baby, I don’t know where we can go from here, but just knowing there is a possibility, a possibility to…to have something, a life, love…I don’t know…say something, Jake.”
My mind was spinning, thinking about all the ramifications of this — our love and all the complications that would accompany it, but for the life of me, I didn’t have a single answer for her; not even a coherent thought.
“I don’t know how either, but, Jess, I do love, have loved you for a very long time. I don’t know what or how we…our parents…our relationships with them…All I know is, I see you as the most desirable woman I have ever laid eyes on, and am helplessly in love with you.”
“Then…make love to me, right now.”
I didn’t hesitate, couldn’t. I scooped her up and headed up the stairs. I remembered carrying Elise like this. But my anticipation then at what would happen next, never equaled what I felt now.