As always, I must thank you, Mused, not only for your help with this, but for your encouraging words. Your support means so much.
And to the readers, thanks for your kind and encouraging notes. I apologize for the length of time it has taken me to complete this chapter. When I started this, I hadn't counted on a severe case of writer's block. I hope you enjoy. ~Chargergirl
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Emma sat on the top step of the stairs that led down to the stretch of beach below the cottage. Lake Michigan in all its glory spread out before her. Fifty yards out, she watched a lone figure swimming parallel to the shoreline. Brandon. Her lover.
That they had become lovers still amazed her. Six weeks already. Six wonderful, glorious weeks they had spent together up at the family cottage on Lake Michigan. One week was all they had left. Less, actually, as Brandon was leaving that weekend for Chicago to see the student-housing unit he'd been able to secure a month ago.
Emma rose from her perch and descended the flight of steps, removing her sarong as she went. She tossed it onto a lounge chair and waded into the water. In mid-July the lake had finally reached a comfortable temperature for swimming.
Brandon spotted Emma swimming out to him, so he headed towards her until he could touch the sandy bottom of the lake. Stopping in front of him, Emma tried to touch as well, but it was too deep and a wave washed over her head. Brandon grabbed her and pulled her to him as she coughed and sputtered. "Easy there, babe," he laughed.
Emma pushed wet clumps of hair off her face and grinned up at Brandon. Her arms snaked around his neck, and her legs wrapped his waist as she clung to him. They were far enough off shore that the embrace would look innocent enough to any observer that happened to glance out, so long as they didn't look too closely. Being mid-week, nearly every cottage was empty save the Gerhardt's, who were good friends of Brandon and Emma's family.
"You're looking lovely today, Emma." Brandon dipped his head and kissed her forehead. The black one-piece suit she wore shimmered in the mid-day sun, and droplets of water sparkled on her skin in a rainbow pattern.
"You're just saying that because I'm your sister," Emma laughed and swatted his shoulder.
Brandon rolled his head back with an exaggerated sigh, and then looked down at her with a stern expression. "You never learn, do you?" He bent his knees slightly and with all his strength, tossed Emma over his right shoulder. She hit the water with a splash and a squeal.
A water fight ensued, but Emma couldn't touch bottom and soon grew tired. Brandon took her back into his arms and held her close for a long moment before kissing her deeply.
Emma broke their kiss. "Brandon, we shouldn't. Not out here." She looked over her shoulder and scanned the beach and the bluff above, but saw no one.
"No one's around, Em." Brandon reassured her and pressed his mouth against hers.
"But the Gerhardts--" Emma muttered against his lips.
"Are gone for the day, remember?"
Emma did remember, and she slid her hand up into Brandon's wet hair and invaded his mouth with her tongue.
They clung together as the waves of Lake Michigan gently rolled in. Standing chest deep in the water, with Emma in his arms weighing almost nothing, Brandon hardened as his arousal grew. Emma felt it and a giggle burbled in her throat.
Brandon pulled away and looked at her. He smiled at the mirth he saw on his sister's face. "What?"
Emma held onto Brandon's shoulder with one hand and slid her hand into his swimsuit with the other. She wrapped her hand around the hard length of his cock. "What's this? Didn't we take care of this a few hours ago?" With a wicked grin, she began to work his shaft.
"Aw hell, Emma," Brandon groaned as she massaged his shaft. He pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside and slid a finger through her labia. He knew he was done in when, in spite of being in the water, he could feel her oily essence on the digit he slipped it inside. He had to have her. "I want you, baby. Now," he growled and pressed his mouth to hers once more. With his arm under her shoulders, he supported her slight weight and thrust in another finger.
Emma's back arched as Brandon's fingers invaded her pussy. Half-floating in the cool lake water, she had never felt so free and so restricted at the same time. Her arms slid up around his shoulders. She held on as her brother brought her to the very edge of her climax. "Oh for God's sake, don't stop now!" Emma moaned as her head lolled back in the water.
Somehow, Brandon managed to free his penis from his swim trunks and maneuver Emma so she was straddling his waist. Once more, he pulled her bathing suit aside. With great care he adjusted his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed her down the shaft until he was completely buried within her. Emma's legs and arms wrapped his body and they stood in the lake together as one.
Emma pressed her face into Brandon's neck and tried to absorb every feeling, every emotion of that moment. Brandon's strong arms holding her, his scent, the way his cock filled her completely. She tuned out the empty feeling in her gut, and tuned in to the overwhelming love she felt in her heart. The emotions threatened to overcome her when Brandon began to gently thrust his hips. "Oh my God, Brandon," she mumbled into his skin.
Emma turned her head and gazed out over the water as Brandon made love to her there in the lake. She looked south, down a hundred miles to where she knew the city of Chicago sat on the water's edge. She couldn't see it of course, but she knew it was there waiting for Brandon. Waiting to take him from her.
It was suddenly too much. Too many emotions whirled about inside her, threatening to burst forth. Emma couldn't hold her tears inside any longer and she started to cry as she clung tightly to her brother.
Brandon ceased his motion as he felt Emma shudder in his arms. At first he thought she had come, but at second glance he realized she was crying. For a horrifying moment he thought he was hurting her, then immediately realized it wasn't physical hurt she was feeling.
"Emmie, don't cry," he whispered and squeezed her tight.
"I don't want you to go." The words tumbled out as Emma gasped for breath between sobs. She'd held her angst inside for so long and now it all rushed out at once.
"I know you don't babe. But it's not forever, just the weekend. I'll be back Sunday afternoon." He tried to soothe her fears away and started to pull out of her body.
Emma grasped his left buttock and held him still. "Don't, please. I need to feel you. Brandon, I don't want you to go there at all," Emma whispered, feeling awful for saying the words. "I mean, I
do
want you to, but I don't. Christmas is so far away."
Brandon tilted Emma's face up to his, but she tried to look away. "No, look at me." She did. "We knew we'd only have the summer when we started this. I love you Emma, but there's no avoiding the fact that I've got to go." He bent and captured her lower lip with his teeth. He gave a gentle tug, then grinned at her. "Okay? You know that, right?"
Feeling miserable, Emma nodded. She knew. There was nothing to change the fact that Brandon did have to go. He would never give up this opportunity, and Emma knew she had no right to ask him. Thoughts of their parents weighed heavily on her mind, as well.
Thus far, throughout the summer Brandon and Emma had been very careful when their parents had been up for the weekends. The two-week vacation in mid-July when the four had all resided together had been torturous for the siblings. They'd grown used to sleeping together in Brandon's bed, and separating for the nights when their mom and dad were around was difficult.
"And don't worry about Mom and Dad," he further soothed, knowing where else his little sister's thoughts lay. It bothered him, too, yet because of his intense love of Emma he was able to push those thoughts deep. Brandon began to move within his sister's body again, his cock having stayed hard the entire conversation. "It'll be okay." He partially withdrew, then sank all the way back in.
Will it
? Emma wondered.
