This is the continuation from the Chapter 1. When I was at the peak of my sexual tension and masturbating to find relief, my long lost brother suddenly appeared to me. I was not able to control my desire and ended up cum on him.
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I continued rested on his body and hugged him for some time after my orgasm.
"I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry. I've mess you up," Felt embarrassed for cumming on him. I apologized. My ordinary senses came back.
"It's all right, Michelle. Are you OK now?" Max asked. Warm breath blew on my cheek.
My face turned red embarrassed by the question.
"I'm OK now. Thanks," I answered him then released my legs and stood on my weak feet. My feet tumbled and I helplessly fell back into his chest for support.
I found my wet T-shirt laid on the floor. Walking quickly to pick up my shirt, my hands oddly covering my ass, wanted to cover my still wet pussy. I suddenly felt self-conscious. Totally naked in front of my brother so far was too much for me. I wanted to cover my naked body from the stare of my brother.
With my back facing him, I squatted down to pick up my wet T-shirt and wore them. The shirt covered my body and the fabric clung to my skin again. I managed to maintain some modesty in front of his gaze.
I walked to him and hugged him again; in the way a sister should hug his brother.
We sat on the sofa. I took the first detail look at him. He was tall as before, more than 1.8 meters. Strongly built with wide shoulders. His chest muscles were lightly outlined beneath his shirt. His skin was fair with dark hair. Looked much like his father.
Our parents were both orphans. Married at young age, they did not have good marriage life, simply because both of them were not faithful to each other. I was very closed to my brother, may be because of our parents were spending most of their time quarrelling. He was the 'man' who always looks after me and protects me. So, before our parents divorced at my age of 19, I was still very much a little sister to my brother. The event that triggered their divorce was happened between my brother and me. My father saw my brother harassed me in my bathroom. They fought, mother intervened and then the whole family was ruined. When they divorced, my brother followed my mother and moved to somewhere I did not know. And I lost contact with my brother since then. I followed my father and moved to Kuala Lumpur. My father was a lawyer and used to earn big money. Since their divorce, he has been changing girl friend on monthly basis. May be he was changing sex partner, rather then girl friend.
"How do you find me, how can you came in here?" I asked.
"Well, mother gave me your address and a set of keys," He explained.
"Mother?" A word sounded so strange came out from my mouth.
"Is she here? Where is she?" Suddenly I was anxious, didn't expect to see her.
"Mother's not here. She went to New York. She asked me to find you. Said you need help,"
"I need help? Why?" I asked.
"I don't know. Anyhow, she won't come back anymore. She wanted me to take care of you,"
"Take care of me. When did she start to care about me?"
"Where is dad? It's been 5 years I didn't see him," My brother asked while looking around the house.
"Father passed away 2 months ago,"
"Passed away! How?" His eyes suddenly turned red, seemed totally unexpected.
"Car accident. He died two days after that," I felt tears came out my eyes.
"Oh Michelle!" He leaned toward me as if to hug me. But stopped half way. He held my hands instead. May be he thought that would be too intimate for him to hug his sister who was wearing just a T-shirt and nothing else.
My heavy chest was rising and falling slowly and tears filled my eyes. I can't manage my sorrow anymore; the sadness that I've been keeping with myself. I needed to cry badly. I leaned forward to hug him. He opened his arms to receive me. My body was again totally laying on his. I hugged him hard, buried my face on his shoulder. I was in tears, cried out loudly.
"Oh Michelle...!"
"I missed you brother. Please don't leave me anymore. You are the only one I have now,"
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I did not know how long I cried. How long I have been laying on top of my brother. When I recovered from my sorrow, I began to feel the heat and sweat trapped between our bodies. And I felt the lower part of my buttock was half exposed as the hemline was pulled up when I leaned forward. His hands lay on my back. Occasionally stroked my back under the T-shirt.
"Michelle. You still have me. I take care of you," He cradled me harder and the hemline was pulled higher. I felt my buttock was totally exposed and his fingers landed on my skin. A strange sensation was smoldering around my crotch, slowly traveled up my spine. My desire came back to me.
"You will stay? With me?" I asked.