Hello all. Thank you so much to those who read the first chapter of this series. I am glad to hear that many liked it and wanted to see the characters of Peter and Katie continue. As I pointed out in the last chapter the sexual relationship between these siblings will stay between them as I feel that polyamorous relationships delude the primary theme of the work. I will introduce several characters moving forward and if people take an interest in them I will have additional stories that focus on them. I also will shift the POV around to several characters so that this love story is not all told from the same perspective.
This chapter will be from Katie's point of view and will provide context for her feelings toward Peter. Sex will be much lighter this time around but that will not be the case moving forward.
Midnight the Stars and You
Part II:
My earliest vivid memory in life is the kick I felt come from my mothers stomach. Every kid remembers some some snapshots or hazy experiences from their early years. Some might be real, or others have told us a story too many times that it becomes our memory. That is not the case with this.
My father had the biggest smile o his face as he called me and Martin over to feel our mothers stomach. Martin went first and when he felt the movement underneath he pulled his hand away with an "EWWWW" and backed away chuckling like a 7 year old. I remember reaching my hand out and putting it near moms belly button. Instantly felt the skin move. I got really excited and my mom looked down at me smiling and said:
"That's right. You're going to be a big sister!"
I was so excited I started bouncing around and clapping. Over the next few months I would constantly touch moms belly and even fell asleep hugging it a few times. When her water broke went to the hospital leaving Martin and I with our grandparents I couldn't sleep because of excitement. We finally met our parents at the hospital the next day and as I sat in my dads lap my mom handed him my baby brother.
"Katherine, this is you new brother. Peter."
My dad held a majority of his weight but I remember looking down into his eyes and seeing him smile for the first time at me. I put my arms around him and started giggling. Mom and dad just laughed
"I think she really likes him."
18 years later those words rang even more true than either could have imagined. I awoke in the dark to find that same baby boy wrapped in a similar embrace. His head was pressed into my breasts and his breathing was soft and slow. I ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead and softly whispered to him in his sleep soothing him. I could still feel the wetness of his cum on my thigh and my body had a slight hum to it knowing what we had just done not too long ago. I continued my whisperings until I felt myself drift off serenely saying my final words to him: "Happy birthday..."
Waking up with the crack of dawn I heard the door creak and in popped a familiar face. "I take it you got your boy?" mom said with a massive smile on her face. Of all of the people in this world that I trusted, she was the only one who knew my secret.
"Yea mom...I got him." I said feeling myself smile at my own words.
She slowly opened the door a little more and tiptoed over the the bed and sat in the chair Peter kept at his desk. "See, now that wasn't so hard. I told you. That boy is absolutely enamored with you." Mom sat back with an "I Told You So" smile. "To think that you were worried. Please, I knew he was stealing those photos from California. I mean no family photo albums have a picture where you are wearing any less than a freaking turtle neck." Mom had to stifle her giggles so not to wake Petey. I could here him murmur in his sleep and sensed that he was starting the waking process. I moved my head to his ear and began talking to him in my softest voice.
"Its okay sweetheart...I'm still here...just relax." With that I could feel is face shift and before I could say anymore I felt him suck my right nipple into his mouth like a child.
"Ohhhh..." I moaned a little louder than I wanted to with mom present.
"I'll leave you two be. Breakfast will be at 9, so sleep in till then." She began walking away until she reached the door and turned back. "Another thing. Your father still doesn't know, so I would like you to keep the noise level down just a bit when Peter wakes up. He heard Peter shout last night and I had to pull out the big guns to keep him from coming in here." She smiled as she closed the door.
Peter continued his lazy nursing before slowly shifting over to the other nipple. While by brother suckled on my tit like a newborn I had a chance to think back over the last 18 years and really consider the moments that brought us to this point. I mean, a sister just doesn't kick her little brothers door down the second he turns 18 so she can fuck him, right?
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When I told Peter last night about my always wanting him I didn't mean that I was sexually attracted to him when he was a child. Rather the relationship we shared was so vastly different from everyone else in my family. I love my mom and dad. They are truly wonderful and supportive people who have always put the needs of their family before anything else. Martin was an awesome older brother who took the time to help me with everything from school to playing board games. I don't have any negative memories or traumatic experiences and will always love them with my heart. Petey is just on a whole different level.
From the first moment I held him I instantly knew I would do everything with him. I remember teaching him how to put together Legos, crawl, and even remember helping balance him when he took his first steps. I would like to say I taught him almost everything a little girl could possibly pass on to a baby brother. I was so instrumental in his development and I was rewarded with hearing his first word; "Katjie" (we would work that it moving forward).
As we got older I would walk him to the bus stop and hold his hand so he wouldn't run into traffic. I checked in on him at school when we were at the same level. It helped being 3 years older as I was always there for his first year at a new level. I remember seeing him at school assembly's sitting with his class and he would always come over and give me a hug even if it would get him in trouble with his teachers.
One time when I was in 8th grade and sitting at a schoolwide pep-rally Peter came running over from his 5th grade class to hug me. When he was ushered away by his teacher one of my classmates snickered "That's gross. Your brother is weird." I remember feeling this white hot rage pour into me and all I wanted to do was smack this girl. How dare she put down my brother. He was just a happy kid who loved his big sister and wanted to say hello. Years later I think back on this and I feel sorry for that girl, she will never know the love that I share with Petey and I think that's a shame.
As I got into High School my love began to shift a bit. My breasts began to develop and my moods would shift a bit more often much to my surprise. My parents were on the receiving end of more than a few verbal altercations over simple things, and even Martin got his fair share of it. However, I only ever once snapped at Peter. I was 15 and had come home from school feeling just plain shitty. My feet hurt, my cramps were in overdrive, my head was throbbing from the pain, volleyball practice was killer, and finally I has this stupid paper due for History the next day on the causes of WWI. I just wanted to lay down for a bit and take a load off, but Peter came in after 10 seconds of quiet and jumped up on my bed to lay next to me and tell me about his day. (Ever since he started school I was always the first one to hear about what he learned.)
"Today we had a test, but the teacher didn't print out enough papers, so Liam didn't have to take it, and then in P.E. I got the final out in kickball, and in computer lab I had the fastest typing speed so I got to play games for the rest of class. I found this one where you are a spaceship..."
"GOD PETER! JUST SHUT UP AND GIVE ME FIVE FUCKING MINUTES OF QUIET!!!!" I shouted with a rage that rivaled a goddess.
