Unspoen Desires

(This part 2 of Lily's story and is told by Lily.)

It was a Saturday morning, and I was in the kitchen with my thousands of nieces/nephews/brothers, and sisters. I was about to to pour some cheerios into a bowl when Mom came into the room.

"Ross is here, he's taking you to breakfast," she said.

My older siblings all started making dumb oooh noises which made the children laugh. Rolling my eyes, I got up from my seat and left the room.

Seeing my oldest brother standing just inside the door, made me blush and my heart skipped a beat. We hadn't really talked about us being a couple since the wedding a week ago, but maybe this was a start. I didn't want to push, so when he only offered me a friendly brotherly hug instead of a kiss, I accepted it and followed him into his car.

"This doesn't mean anything yet," he said straight off. "I don't want getting your hopes up, I'm still not sure I'll ever be open to dating you."

"I know."

"Okay, good. I figured, I'd start spending more time with you. That's all it is for now, just us spending more time together as siblings."

"I understand. Where are the kids?" I asked, noticing how quiet the car was, which could only mean Victoria and Ethan weren't in the backseat.

"Victoria went on a sleepover last night, I'm picking her up after breakfast. I just dropped Ethan off at an early soccer practice."

We arrived at a cafe, ordered our food and decided to sit outside to enjoy it. We found a table a safe distance from the others and took our seats. I could tell Ross was nervous, and he kept looking around as if he didn't want anyone to see us together.

"Ross," I said.

He looked at me.

"It doesn't matter if we're seen. All they're going to think is that we're two siblings having breakfast together... which you said yourself is the truth."

"Right," he said. But he still glanced around one last time.

"So, how's school?" Ross asked.

"Fine. We're starting to prep for finals. I can't wait to graduate."

"Yeah, sometimes I forget how young you still are," Ross said.

"I'm eighteen," I reminded him.

"I know. I meant, how young you are compared to the rest of us. Millie is the second youngest and she's 25."

"Well, I'm technically not the youngest anymore," I pointed out. "Dylan's only four, Sam's three, and Hannah is just a baby."

"I don't think of them as Mom's kids, though. It makes it easier to deal if I only think of them as Ty and Andy's kids."

"But in public they are only Mom's kids," I reminded him.

"Right," he said. Ross looked around again, and I did too. Because Mom had been seen pregnant each time, we pretended they were only her kids when we were in public. Same with the other children, they were their mother's children and had no fathers.

Ty and Sky had to stop taking Liana and Kyler out because they always called them Uncle daddy and Aunt mommy. Of course, the children didn't really understand why they called them that. With them being so young, there hadn't been any actual conversations about how our family was all related. Sky came up with the idea so it wouldn't come as much of a shock when they finally did explain it to the kids, but really it only caused complications. Even Dylan called them this, even though Ty wasn't his uncle and father, but rather is his brother and father.

"I thought I recognized you," a woman said, suddenly standing at our table.

"Mrs. Hendrixs" Ross said, almost too loudly.

"You're back in town," I commented. Mrs. Hendrixs used to be our neighbor.

"No, I'm just visiting my daughter," Mrs. Hendrix said, pointing to a woman a few tables away. "The two of you used to have so many playdates."

Ross faked a smile.

"And look at you, Lily. All grown up. I haven't seen you since you were a toddler."

I smiled, a true smile.

"I never understood how your parents managed, I had my hands full with just two. Oh, I was so sorry to hear about your father all those years ago, it was such a tragic loss."

"Thank you," Ross and I replied.

"How is your mother these days? My daughter said there have been quite a few new additions to the family in the last few years."

"Mom is fine," Ross replied simply. "I'll tell her you asked about her."

"And yes, quite a few babies," I said. I did it on purpose to mention them because Ross and I would get nowhere if he couldn't even accept Mom had children with two of her sons.

"Mom has three little ones running around, and my sisters have their own broods. Sky is pregnant with baby six, and Millie with her fourth."

"Oh wow! I don't know how your mom had enough energy to raise another three, but good for her. And I'm sure she loves being a grandmother, I have not been blessed with any grandchildren yet. Ross, do you have any children."

"Ah yes, I have two."

Mrs. Hendrix glanced over at her daughter when she heard her name being called.

"Well, I'll leave you to your breakfast. Take care, and say hello to your mother for me."

We nodded and watched her walk away. When I looked at Ross I could tell how uncomfortable he was.

"She's just someone who knew our parents, Ross. She doesn't know anything about our family secret."

"I know, it's just weird. I'm sorry, Lily, but it is. You are my sister, I can't just pretend that you're not."

"You don't have to. Mom doesn't pretend we're not her children in order to have sex with us. In fact, I'm pretty sure that fact that we are turns her on even more. Maybe Ty and Sky just feel in love and happened to be siblings, but for the others, its that fact we're all related that turns us on. It's a sextual fetish."

"For you too?" Ross asked.

"Partly, yes, but I did fall in love with you."

Ross looked around again.

"Do you want to go?" I asked.

"No, but maybe we should. I'm really sorry, Lil."

"It's okay. I understand."

I couldn't sleep that night. As much as I wanted my brother, I also wanted him to be happy. Even if that meant letting him go, If he wouldn't be truly happy with me, always having a war between his head and his heart.

Still, as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think about him. Flash backs of having sex with him consumed my mind. I could only imagine how hard it had been for him to agree to sleep with me but our first kiss stated how badly he wanted me.

That kiss had said everything. It told me he wanted to touch me, be close to me. How he desperately needed to given in to his desires, and how amazing it felt when he finally did.

When his lips, rough but gentle had touched mine, I wanted him so badly. The passion that overcome my entire body by just that simple act. I missed his lips, missed the feeling of being held in his arms with no space between us.

My fingers glided up my thigh and pulled up my nightgown slowly as though I was teasing myself. My fingers massaged my sex over my panties, making it ache with longing and anticipation. Just as slow as they pulled up my nightgown, they traveled underneath my underwear and gently grazed my clit making it tingle with desire. If Ross wasn't ready to be with me, I'd just have to take care of myself.

I traced my clit in slow circular motions, building up my desire. As I started to get wet, I let my fingers wander down, massaging every each of needy pussy. I moaned softly as I teased the entrance of my sex, only to glide my fingers back up.

I focused on my clit for a moment, figuring out that was the most sensitive area. It burned with desire and pleasure as I recounted having sex with my brother. Soon, my breathing grew shallow and my moans intensified.

My fingers found their way back down to the entrance of my sex and slipped in. I waited for the sensation I felt the second time Ross had put his dick inside me, but it didn't come. I added more fingers but nothing happened. I didn't understand and grew frustrated. So I pulled them out.

My body had really reacted my clit being touched, so I focused on solely on that. Gently a first, letting out another satisfying moan. Then, I became rougher, ally rubbing my clit back and forth.

I moaned even louder as my breathing became even heavier. My body started to shake, just as it did when Ross was fucking me. I sat up, my body tightened, I trembled and moaned and gasped for air but didn't stop as the pleasure was too much to give up. And then, I released and my crash back into my pillow.

It wasn't as good as screw Ross... but for now, it would have to do.

I knew I could fuck my other brothers and my mother, but I only wanted Ross... and I was willing to wait for him.