I had just kissed my brother on the mouth. It seems strange, now, that it had taken me until then to give in to that. We had shared intercourse twice before sharing a genuine kiss, and the second time -- this time -- in the intense heat of the moment I had urged him to go ahead and cum inside my unprotected body, there in the shower.
With his seed inside me, I couldn't really keep any pretense of barriers I wouldn't cross. So we kissed.
Then I nudged him to turn away from me, and he complied. With his back to me, he placed his hands on the tiled wall, just as I had for him.
It was my turn, now.
I melded my own naked body against my dear brother's bare back under the warm spray of water. There was something special I wanted to share with him, and this was the time.
In my experience, it was rare, if indeed ever that I met a man who knew a little secret about men and women. There are intimacies between two human beings that don't involve penetration. Intimacies that are higher and deeper even than orgasm.
I smiled knowing that, as I urged him to turn away from me and lean against the wall of the shower, he might wonder what I had in store for him. Was I going to put my fingers there? No. Not on this special occasion with a man who was my brother and only recently my lover. It was not what you -- or he -- might have thought.
I pressed myself against his naked back, and I squeezed his hard shoulders with my hands under the cascading shower. I rested my cheek against the back of his neck and just relished the feeling of our bodies so close together.
I moved myself against him, just to accentuate the press of my breasts on his warm, wet bare back. And I ground my hips forward letting him know that my most intimate femininity was not afraid to make contact with that cute butt of his.
In time, I reached down and coddled his penis, still quite a bit swollen, in both of my hands. It was still slippery with my own juices from what we had just done, and I gently cleaned it under the warm water.
