This is the second part of a story of a brother and sister who are in love. While you can read this part without reading the first it might work a little better if you do.
All of the characters in this story are over 18. Thanks for reading.
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I slowly climbed from the depths of sleep, my mind clouded and my thinking sluggish. I became aware that something was different. Actually, many things were different. I was naked and there was a man beneath my body. He was warm, breathing regularly and had his arms around me.
Everything came flooding back to me in such a rush I let a little "eeep!" escape my lips.
"Tim! Oh, Tim!" I gasped and snaked my arms around his neck, buried my face in the crook of his shoulder and kissed his skin over and over. I felt his body shake beneath me and then heard him laughing. I felt his hands collect my hair and comb it with his fingers so that it lay down my back.
I was still straddling him and could feel the wet, sticky mess where our crotches were joined. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked.
"Only about three or four minutes. I think the emotional release knocked you out more than the physical release. I know my emotions are soaring all over the place right now."
"Your emotions are soaring?"
Tim laughed and then kissed the top of my head. "Yeah, I'm so happy I'd say I'm euphoric. You are so special that I can't even believe this is real."
"It is real though, isn't it. I don't want this to be a dream. I want this so much." My voice was a soft, nervous flutter. I hugged Tim tighter and molded my body to him as close as I could.
Tim laughed some more and gently caressed me, stroking my hair, running his hands up and down my back. "Don't worry Sara, this is as real as it gets."
I raised up so that I could cradle his face in may hands. I couldn't resist, I just started kissing him - his eyes, his nose, cheeks, chin, forehead, ears and lips. "Tim, I love you. I truly, truly love you. I have never wanted anything more in this world than to have you for my own. I want to be yours, and only yours."
"OK, OK, deep breath and relax. Slow down a minute babe, you'll hyperventilate." His strong hands came to rest on my shoulders, they were so warm against my bare skin. They were a little rough, the way a man's hands should be. They were big and powerful. Just feeling them on me gave me a feeling of calm, of safety.
"Now look, we have the rest of tonight. Tomorrow's Saturday so you don't have work and I don't go in until 4:30 so we have all morning and most of the afternoon together. I meant it when I said we have all the time you want so there is no need to rush. Let's take a shower. I didn't eat at the restaurant because I left early so I'm a little hungry so we can have something to eat after. And the whole time we can talk and just be with each other. This is big, huge so let's take our time and relax and enjoy. OK?"
I just kept smiling and nodding my head up and down. I couldn't speak because my throat was so tight with emotion. My eyes were brimming with tears. Slowly I raised up off of Tim, separating our bodies and stepping off his bed. Tim sat up and then stood beside me. He took hold of my hand and lead me across the hall to the bathroom we shared.
When the water was the right temperature Tim stepped in but he didn't stand under the flow. He held out his hand and guided me in, turning me so my back was to the shower head. He moved closer and then, with his hands on my shoulders, had me step back a little more. Calmly he placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my head back until the water soaked my hair. I raised my arms to bunch my hair together and soak it but Tim stopped me.
"No, I've got this. Your hair, like everything else about you, is beautiful. I have wanted to do this for so long. Please let me do it." His voice was strong but loving. The look in his eyes was so sweet I could have melted.
"OK," I whispered and looked down at my two hands, one holding the other just in front of my pussy.
Tim washed my hair. It was an amazing feeling to have a man standing with me in the shower, taking his time and slowly, thoroughly massaging my scalp and washing my long, thick hair to the tips. After rinsing all of the shampoo away Tim put conditioner in, working it into the tangled, wet clump from the roots to the ends. I closed my eyes and just let Tim pamper me.
I wanted to tell him just how much he was turning me on. I wanted to say how much this simple but intimate act was making me want him even more. I wanted to let him know how my body and emotions were reacting without me being able to control them. A warmth grew inside my core, deep within me, in and behind my pussy and belly and in my heart.
I opened my eyes to see Tim smiling down at me. He had the bottle of body wash and started to drizzle it on my body. He used his big, masculine hands to spread the suds all over me. His hands felt so good as they roamed my body. My nipples stood as erect they'd ever been as he randomly passed over them time and again. Tim moved to my side and ran his hand in a circular pattern on my back. Each time he moved lower until he was gliding over the globes of my ass.
Without any notice Tim slipped his hand between my cheeks and pushed his fingers over my asshole, exiting to cup and squeeze my glute. I could not prevent the sharp intake of breath as I felt his fingers pass over my puckered hole. As one hand roamed over my butt the other began to move on my tummy and, just as he did on my back, his hand crept lower and lower on my abdomen. As he neared my shaved mound I was tingling in anticipation. Then his hand slipped down over my thigh, then back up, across and down the other.
"Timmmmm," I moaned. I couldn't help myself. He was teasing me. I looked at him through half closed eyes and saw a wicked smile on his face.
When his hand delved between my thighs and rode over my vulva I groaned and reached out to grip his hip. Tim's next action was breathtaking. Both hands started at about the same level then slithered down until one parted my ass cheeks and the other parted my swollen labia.
"Ooooooooooo," I moaned as both hands rose up a bit and then continued down. I felt his big fingers press firmly against my engorged clit and probe my tight, little pink star in the rear. Tim's middle finger crawled from my clit to slip inside my vagina. He twirled it in a manner that made it feel as if he were inspecting the fleshy walls of my love tunnel. My eyes closed and I surrendered to the pleasurable sensations Tim was creating. At the same time he kept up a rhythmic pressure and release behind me.
