Perfect Fit - 3

"Your girlfriend, dude," she answered, smiling, in the sweet little daydream Adrienne was having in between the memories, dozing in her bed with a happy smile and a warm, damp cooch. "Or hooker, or whoever that was that just passed me on the front steps wiping her fucking mouth, you pimp!"

Ollie blushed, and his cock stiffened a bit. Adrienne stood in the doorway of her brother's room, naked, wet between her strong curved thighs, the nipples of her C-cup breasts hard and tingly, the taste of his sperm lingering on the back of her tongue. She didn't know how she was going to manage it, but she was going to feel that beautiful, delicious cock inside her body someday.  

He must have realized how thin the covering over him was, because he sat up suddenly, drawing his knees up to his chest to hide his erection. He smiled at his big sister through his own personal, eternal darkness. "I don't know!" he whispered. "I got a text from a number I didn't recognize, and it said it was Pete. He had fixed me up with some girl for my birthday, and she was going to come over with my gift." He smiled like he couldn't believe it had really happened. Adrienne smiled, too, trying to experience the episode from his perspective, gently caressing and pinching her own nipple as she watched him begin to relive the encounter.  

"I heard her come upstairs--she sounded like a fucking horse--and she just opened the door to my room like she owned the place. I was kinda freaked out--I didn't know who it was, it coulda been an axe murderer. I started to say something, but she put her finger up on my lips, like this." He put his finger against his lips in a shushing motion…just as Adrienne had done to him when she snuck in. She stuck that same finger in her mouth and sucked it gently, getting even wetter between her legs, feeling her dark pubic hair get slick and sticky.  

"Uh huh…" she managed…  

"Ade…she never said a word. And every time I tried to say something, she shushed me like that." He paused and shifted his hips slightly on the mattress. Adrienne knew he was trying to reposition his cock inconspicuously.  

"Was she any good?" Adrienne realized her voice was a little rough with arousal, a little husky. Ollie looked toward her strangely.  

"Why…? I mean, I understand it's a bit weird for my friend to send a strange woman into my house to blow me without a single word, but… I don't think you want the details, Ade."  

Adrienne made an conscious effort not to let him end the conversation. She wanted to hear from his own mouth what it felt like when she put her mouth down over her brother's cock and held him deep inside her throat. "Dude!" she began, trying to sound incredulous. "A mute hooker just fucked my blind kid brother! You fuckin better BELIEVE I want a few more details, Don Juan!"  

Ollie looked away a little. He was great at hearing every nuance in a voice or a room, but Adrienne had become very adept at reading his facial features and body language just as intuitively. She could tell that he WANTED to tell her the details, he WANTED to relive it. Careful not to make a single rustle of her skin against the doorway, she reached her hand down and stroked the top of her cleft, feeling the erotic slickness deep in her pubic hair. She repeated the sentence in her mind: Ollie WANTS to relive what it felt like when he had his dick inside his big sister's mouth; what it was like when I swallowed my little's brother's cum. She had to stop touching herself pretty quickly or she was going to start breathing and panting her way to an orgasm.  

And she sensed that the time wasn't quite right for that yet.  

"No, not exactly." Ollie's voice was quiet, contemplative. He was consciously thinking about it, trying to figure it out as he re-experienced it in his mind. "No, she just, y'know… blew me, I didn't--I didn't get to… fuck her." He blushed as he said this. Close as they were, Ollie and Adrienne had never discussed anything sexual with each other.  

"Couldn't keep it up?" she teased.  

"Jesus, Adrienne," he said, shaking his head. "What's gotten into you?"  

Your gorgeous cock got pretty far into my throat, she thought, giggling.  

"Well, I mean," she said out loud, "you haven't been dating lately. You haven't even been going out on the weekends, so I didn't know if there was anything wrong, you know…" She snickered, enjoying playing this sexual double-agent game. "…With your plumbing."  

He picked up her teasing tone and threw it back to her. "Fuck you! My plumbing works fine, and if I haven't been laying any pipe lately, maybe I'm just, you know, tired from all the work."  

Adrienne was going to retort, but his next quip hit her surprisingly hard. "Besides, I don't see you anywhere but in your room on weekends, either. Kitty-kat seal herself shut downstairs?" He grinned at her silence, feeling he had scored a point in their verbal sparring.  

But his comment cut deep, deep the heart of her situation. Even in this sweet fantasy, she felt it. Her nipples relaxed; her inner muscles relaxed; she felt exposed and awkward and sad, and the fantasy fell apart, left her wakeful and melancholy.  

She spoke out loud in her room, alone, quietly answering her brother from her daydream. "I can't be with the man I love. At all." Her voice seemed to get quieter with each word, smaller. "So I stay home, because I don't WANT anything else. At all."  

He was all she wanted; he was the only one she loved. She had known that since that morning when it would still have been a crime to act on it in any way. She had known it the whole time she was with Harvey. And she knew it achingly clearly as she lay fully awake now, in her lonely room, her nudity no longer feeling erotic, just kind of pathetic.