"You probably don't want to know the answer to that," Gary said with a laugh as he walked by as he finished getting ready for his date.
"Oh." Our sister blushed as it finally hit her. "Well, that's just awkward."
"Not as awkward as it'll be if I stand up," Ryan said.
"Ryan!" Though I smacked him, I had been surreptitiously grinding against him as I felt his dick hardening against my ass.
"Please, she knows what's up," Ryan said. "No sense pretending that I'm not going to fuck you as soon as they're gone."
"You know," Renee said as she stood and moved to grab RJ and the bag of baby items she was taking, "just because I know what's going on doesn't mean I really want to 'know.' Somethings can be left a blissful mystery."
"Sorry," I said.
"I'm not," Ryan said with a shrug. "Renee, I'm going to fuck the shit out of our baby sister after you leave."
"You're a disgusting pig." Understanding that he was the man I loved, Renee quickly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I get what you two are doing but he's still our brother. I just meant—"
"It's okay," I interrupted her as I smacked Ryan again. "He is disgusting. But I love him anyway."
"I'll see you guys around 8:30," Renee said. Upon seeing me move to try to stand, she added, "No. Please don't get up. 'Please.'"
At that point Gary came out of his room. "I'm leaving, too. I'll get the door. You kids have fun," he added suggestively.
"Why do you antagonize her?" I asked Ryan once they had left. "She's trying to be helpful and supportive."
"I know. It's just that she's so easy." He hooked an arm under my legs and the other around my torso before standing to carry me to our room. "But we can talk about her later. Right now there's something more pressing we need to take care of."
"Somehow, I don't think 'we'll' be taking care of anything. I think 'you'll' be taking care of something."
"If by that you mean fucking the shit out of you, then you're right."
"So romantic," I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Not that I'm complaining, but after two months without getting some pussy, and no head for two days," he added pointedly, "romance can wait."
Once inside our room, he tossed me on our bed then unceremoniously removed his clothes.
I squealed playfully as he jumped onto the bed then removed my clothes with the same zeal. He pushed me onto my back then positioned himself above me and between my legs and I held my breath preparing to be breached as his hard cock came to rest along my slit.
A small growl left him as he lowered his head to mine in a deep, possessive kiss and began to hump against me. His thrusting was insistent and made me worry about how hard he was going to use me. However, after a few minutes, he pulled back almost violently and moved so that his face was between my legs. More gently than I expected, his fingers began to glide over my folds, as if exploring them. I leaned up slightly to watch and saw a look of reverence on his face.
"So amazing," he whispered almost to himself. "I never saw a pussy as more than a great way to have fun. I mean, sticking my dick inside one to fuck is the best thing in the world. Hell, yours is the best in the world. But I don't think I could ever think about just fucking like it's nothing ever again. Not with you. This thing creates life. Fucking life. We have a kid, Rach. And you made him."
"We made him," I corrected gently.
Ryan shook his head adamantly as he continued to explore between my legs. "I just dropped a load in there because I wanted to bust a nut. But you"—he took a deep, emotional breath—"'you' chose to grow a child, to let him take over your body for nine months. You did that. And no matter how many times I may choose to put my dick in you with the intention of making another kid, you are the one that actually makes it. I have a few minutes of fun, but you do the work. I can never match that. But I can and will respect that. And I will try to show you every minute of every day how much I love you for it."
I let out a deep breath as he pressed his lips to my opening and gave it a kiss. He lingered with his lips against me and I felt his tongue enter me and move around as if we were sharing a meaningful kiss to my mouth. A deeper moan escaped me when he gently slid a pair of fingers into me as he continued to kiss and lick my outer folds.
Ryan took his time eating me out. Unlike any previous time he'd done it, there was no urgency to the act. He wasn't doing it to get me wet and ready to take his dick. His only reason for doing it was to do it. And he did it well.
I'd always enjoyed his mouth on me. Admittedly, he'd been the only one to ever do it, but he knew how to play my body. His lips and tongue teased and tickled my folds between licking and sucking at my clit while his fingers thrust, pushed and pulled within me. He tapped and rubbed on that special spot within me that always made my toes curl. Never too much and frequently not enough, he kept me on edge, steadily building my need. Whenever the pressure got too great, he adjusted his work to allow me to breathe and calm somehow without reducing my arousal.
I implored for more, pleaded for my brother's fingers to go deeper and to work me harder, begged for Ryan's cock but he never wavered. He was in his own world as he paid homage to my womb. It was his only focus. Whenever I looked up, his cock remained neglected, hard and leaking on the mattress. Every part of his being was consumed with my pussy, with providing me pleasure. It was a pleasure that had nothing to do with sex, per se. Even though I knew he wanted and needed sexual relief, as I rode increasingly larger waves of arousal, it was obvious he would not be availing himself of me during the time we had alone. Indeed, after finally allowing me to climax—a spectacular event that has become my gold standard for orgasms—he continued to lick, kiss, massage, and soothe me beyond the point my pussy had calmed.
Satisfied with what he'd done, he sat back on his haunches and smiled. His face was wet with a mix of spit and vaginal fluid, and his cock rose hard out of his crotch. It was red with need and throbbed visibly while pushing out a nearly continuous stream of precum. Still, he did not reach for it or even acknowledge it when he spoke. "I'm going to get a drink. Want anything?"
Though my afterglow had mostly worn off, it took me a moment to find the breath and will to answer. "No. I'm good."
"No, I'm good," he said smugly. "You're satisfied."
I couldn't argue even if I had the energy.
I stared up at the ceiling in content bliss as I heard him rooting around in the kitchen. Left with nothing but my thoughts for the first time in months, I realized that this was now my life. Ryan and I had a child that we were raising together. I had a good, maybe even great, relationship with him that was only getting better by the day, even though we couldn't define it or acknowledge it to anyone beyond Gary and Renee. It was much different than what I initially had thought was happening between us.
In the early days when we had just started having sex, he had taken every moment he could to get inside me—or any girl, for that matter, to the point where I assumed he just wanted to add me to his list. Whether it was sucking him off in his car when he picked me up from school, hurried fucks in the basement or backyard when no one was looking, or sneaking into my window to drop a load then sneaking back out, every moment of privacy was an opportunity to get me on his dick. I knew now that it wasn't just about the sex with me that drove him. He had been just as worried that I would suddenly stop him as I had been that he'd drop me that he had wanted to do it as much as possible. When he saw that I wasn't showing signs that I was going to reject him is when he decided to go all in and break up with his then-girlfriend and drop the others that he hooked up with. He had wanted me as much as I had wanted him and had been just as afraid as I was to admit it.
When Ryan returned with his cock still hard and arcing up out of his crotch, he placed a glass of water on his nightstand then laid on the bed with his head on my abdomen. While we talked quietly about life, the universe and nothing, one of his hands found its way back between my legs. His fingers traced lazily over my folds with no intent other than being there. Stretching out of his crotch, his cock remained hard and jerked repeatedly like a puppy jumping at its owner's legs begging for attention. Yet, he still ignored it.
It was another moment in a growing list that showed me more than his words not only how much he loved me but how much different he was compared to even a few months ago. As we continued to lay there, I began to realize that maybe it wasn't so much that he'd changed as my perception of him and our situation had changed. While his personality had softened and he'd grown into his role as partner and father, he was really still the same person, still the same big brother I'd always know. He still loved sex and had a wild streak to him, but I now saw that his previous insatiability was a function of his love for me. He couldn't say it with words before so he had to use his body to do it. He'd been wanting to love me as a man and not a brother and, when given the opportunity, sex was how that love manifested itself. Now that we could openly admit our love for each other, the sex was secondary. He still enjoyed it and would not turn it down, but his need, his desire just to be with me was now enough.
As much as I wanted him inside me, we spent our remaining time alone that evening simply lying next to each other and enjoying the other's company. Through it all, he stroked my nether lips contentedly.
A few days later, we were sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. Ryan had the day off but Gary was at work. RJ was napping and my brother and I were cuddling: he was slouched down with his feet on the coffee table and my head rested on his belly with one of his arms draped lazily on my shoulder. We both wore a pair of his boxers and I had a loose t-shirt on while he was topless. The fly of his shorts gaped open and from where I lay I could see a portion of his dick resting lazily within.
