Perfect Fit - 1

She swallowed his semen with extreme pleasure, feeling pride as he moaned with satisfaction. His seed had a sweet flavor to it, not as salty as some men she'd been with, and more gratifying than she had ever dreamed. As his cock started to soften, she removed it from her mouth gently, careful not to overstimulate the sensitive tip. She kissed and gently stroked her brother's kind cock, cradling his testicles as she licked the base of his shaft. Still careful to be completely silent vocally, she kissed his stomach, kissed his nipple. Then kissed his mouth deeply, lovingly, passionately. He kissed her back, not seeming to even notice the taste of his own cum on her lips.

She stood up, trailing the tips of her fingers down his chest and stomach, and left the room in noisy steps. She grabbed her robe off the railing where she had left it and hopped loudly down the stairs, wrapping it around her naked body as she went. She opened the front door, held it open for a moment, then closed it, staying inside.

She stood by the door for about five minutes, enough time for her to feel the slick juices of her hungry pussy drying to a sticky film on the insides of her thighs. She pivoted back and forth on her feet absently, swaying her hips from side to side; her lower lip was caught gently between her teeth as she smiled happily to herself. Then she opened and closed the door again, mounting the stairs quietly and slipping over to Ollie's room.

Ollie was under a sheet, his penis still quite obvious beneath it. His hands were behind his head, and he was smiling.

"How was she?" Adrienne asked, a smile in her voice.

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Adrienne woke with a start. Her heart was pounding fast in her chest, but she knew it was not just from having startled awake. The heat and dampness between her legs told her how intense her dream had been. She laid her head back on the pillow, and, as in the dream, smiled and gently bit her lower lip as she consciously continued the dream. Who knew…dreams sometimes come true…

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"How was she?" Adrienne asked, a smile in her voice.

As astute as Ollie's hearing was, Adrienne still had the uncanny ability to sneak up on him. He jumped and squealed when her heard her voice from the doorway call out to him gently.

"Fuck! You're like a god damn ghost, I swear." He paused, turning his head in her direction. "How was who?"

"Whom," she corrected teasingly. She was an English major, and delighted in taking Ollie to task on his grammar. Adrienne delighted in EVERYTHING about Ollie. Five years her brother's senior, she had always been his fiercest defender, tougher and more protective than any big brother would have been. Sometimes, she thought she loved him more totally than their parents did. Ollie thought so, too.

Ollie had been born totally blind--blackblind was what he called it, so people could understand it's totality more readily. Total blindness being one of the rarer forms of visual disorders, Ollie faced more serious challenges from the start than many other visually-impaired kids. For instance, with no light to guide his natural circadian rhythms, he slept poorly as a baby and a small child; he also had a lot of nightmares he could neither interpret nor explain. It was not his mother, but Adrienne who had often stayed up with him deep into the nights, holding him when he couldn't sleep or when he cried, even when she was as young as ten years old.

He faced the inevitable bullying at school, of course. By way of one of the few decisions her parents made with which Adrienne agreed, Ollie attended public school. Adrienne understood in later years that that was the best thing he could have had to have faced. The world wasn't going to coddle him just because he was blind; he was going to have to learn how to fight for what he needed, figure out how to work for what he wanted, and how to sometimes do without the rest. But when she was twelve, and he was just starting in the first grade, all she really understood was that she could be there for him.

She did a lot of his fighting for him, even though he often never knew it. For instance, when Ollie was in third grade, Adrienne beat an eleven-year-old boy so badly that he begged his mother to home-school him. The boy would never tell who did it, which was lucky for Adrienne. She was almost sixteen at the time, and probably would have gotten in serious trouble with the police. But she had caught the little fucker getting ready to pull a very nasty and dangerous trick on Ollie that probably would have resulted in her brother breaking both of his legs, if not worse! Ollie never knew how narrowly he missed being crippled as well as blind; and nobody ever found out who beat the absolute living shit out of oh-so-tough Gordon Miller.

After that incident, the bullying died down quite a bit, and Adrienne was able to just watch out for Ollie from a distance.

Adrienne graduated a year before Ollie entered high school, but she still kept an eye on him. Mostly she was there for him when he got home each day, more worn out than any other freshman at school. He thrived in his math classes and sucked horribly in his history and government civics classes. Adrienne helped him tread water in English, but they both knew he was never going to be the next Shakespeare. He was obviously not qualified to play sports, but he learned very early in his freshman year that he could lift weights without any problems at all.

Always having been a very active boy, Ollie found that lifting weights helped him burn the restless energy he felt building in him as his adolescence deepened. His body filled out, and he quickly became sort of handsome, in a non-traditional sort of way. He had an easy smile and was generous to everyone; and by now almost everyone in the school treated him well. He was just a likable guy.

But not a datable one.

The main issue with Ollie dating was that he saw the world through his fingers. That presented a particular problem when trying to find out what his female classmates looked like. Some had let him feel their faces quite willingly, some teasingly and a bit cruel. Most were just plain creeped out by the idea.

He had asked a few different girls (whom he knew by touch to be attractive) to a few different dances, but they awkwardly declined. He had actually felt as bad for them as he did for himself. He could hear in their voices and restive movements that they were uncomfortable saying no, and felt bad for it. The only woman he had ever gotten to "see" well was Adrienne. He didn't even know his own mother because she was a bit standoffish with everyone, even Dad.

After one particularly disappointing rejection, he was actually crying in his room when Adrienne heard him. She quickly went to him and asked what was wrong. When he told her, she was quiet, in that eerily silent way she had about her. After a minute, she spoke.

"Well…we'll fix that. You don't know it, but you DO look a little scruffy." But he DID know it, and he told her so. He could feel his own damn face, for god's sake! But he was terrified to try to shave, and his hair had a mind of its own, never willing to stay neatly brushed, it seemed.

Adrienne had repeated, "We'll fix that," and Ollie could hear the smile in her voice.

A few days later, Ollie got his first shave. Adrienne told him to come into the bathroom with her, explaining what she was going to do. "I'm going to lather your face with warm foam, and then I'm going slide the razor across your skin. It'll feel weird at first, but you just hold still; I promise not to chop your head off," she added, giggling. She rubbed the warm shaving cream on cheeks and neck gently, and then carefully removed the uneven, first-batch stubble from his face and throat. When she was done, she soothed his face with a warm towel.

Just a shave transformed his face into something strong and pronounced. His olive-colored skin contrasted well with his thick, unruly black hair. "Sit back down a minute," Adrienne told him. He sighed resignedly, but was actually enjoying being pampered like this. He guessed it was what Ade felt like at the spa. She wet her brother's hair and began to work at with a brush and a blow-dryer. After several minutes, about the time Ollie actually WAS getting restless, she pronounced she was done. "Don't go running your meat hooks through it, though, just trust me. It looks great!" Ollie smiled at the happiness he could hear in her voice.

Her voice took on a different hue, almost plaintive. "I don't know which of those stupid girls turned you down, Ollie, but it was the dumbest decision of their lives." How any girl could resist this wonderful guy was simply beyond her. She stood up, and they both went down to dinner.

"My goodness, Ollie!" said his mother, with genuine surprise in her voice. "Are you going out? You look… you look so handsome!" His father didn't say anything, but he didn't have to; Ollie knew his father was disappointed in him no matter how he looked.

"No, Mom, I'm not going anywhere. Except to my chair to eat. Ade insisted on playing Barbie doll with me." He teased his sister, but he was smiling all the same. Mom was not a flatterer, even to her children. If she said Ollie looked good, then he must have indeed.

The next morning, Adrienne had re-shaved Ollie's face and fixed up his hair again. When he came home from school, he went straight to her room, bursting in without knocking. Without knowing it, he startled her badly, as she was completely naked at the time. Of course that meant nothing to a man who couldn't see her, but for Adrienne, it was a little awkward all the same. …and a little…

"Jesus, Ollie! I almost pissed myself! Ever think of knocking?!"

"Ade, you're the best!" He ignored her admonishment and rushed across the room toward her voice, bent down, and kissed her cheek. His aim was very good after a lifetime of practice. Adrienne's eyes were wide--what if Ollie had decided to give her a hug? He would have wound up with an armful of naked woman, instead. Naked SISTER…

"Well, thank you, I guess, but… I mean, what the fuck, dude?" she managed, giggling a little. "Did you get laid or something?"

Again, it was as if she hadn't said anything, he was so excited. "I got so many compliments today on how I looked! I must have looked homeless before or something." He paused, facing toward her. "Thanks, Sis," he finished sincerely.

She smiled at his shining face, feeling the happiness radiating off of him. "Well, we'll have to make sure you don't slip back into looking like a Neanderthal, then," she said with a smile. Ollie left for his room smiling as well. Adrienne fell sideways on her bed, where she had sat down when Ollie came in. She buried her face in her pillow, giggled, and felt warm all over. She waited a few minutes before putting any clothes on for some reason. Somehow, it just felt kind of hot being naked right now.

After that, Adrienne fixed Ollie's hair every morning and shaved him every other morning. It was neither a chore for her nor an inconvenience for him. It was something very special, and they both knew it. His big sister was still watching out for him, and he felt very safe with her. For Adrienne's part, she was helping to lead her brother to a place where he wouldn't need her anymore, and that was a little bittersweet; so these mornings were all the more precious when she could still be his hero and his closest friend.