New town... Same brother

"Thank you" I say as I accept the plate, putting some in my mouth and pmoaning softly at the combination.

"IS it really that big of a deal for you?" I ask curiously. "I mean it's just smoke. i don't think that I need to wash my clothes, but if you insist then I will" I say simply, perhaps it would help with the cravings.. not being able to smell it.
 
Shaking my head, I say, "That is as much for you as me. If you can smell it, it has to make you want it."

Finishing the omelet, I slap it on my plate and sit at the table, taking a bite. "Besides, if you are getting a fresh start, let's make it as fresh as possible."
 
"Well I figured that i should try to quit.. if it meant that much, but don't be getting mad at me if I'm grumpy for the next few days. Whether you believe it or not they calm me down" I say as I sigh, stabbing to omlette viciously with my fork, before popping a piece into my mouth.
 
I smile as I tap your ankle with my foot gently, "I will help you in every way I can. Together I know we can do it."

"Don't they make different strength patches? Which ones will you need?"
 
I smile at you "you're too nice you know that" I ask softly, as I lean over, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

"I dunno just get me the regular ones, I've never really bought them before so I wouldn't know." Finishing the last bite of my hash brown, I head upstairs towards the shower.
 
I hopped into the car and headed to the local pharmacy and after a couple of minutes of discussion with the pharmacist decided on the step 1 patches and returned home. My thoughts were clouded with Hannah as one might imagine.

But what one could not imagine how my hand yearned to cup her derrière again. Hell, it wasn't like I am sex starved, I get laid on a semi regular basis, so that would not explain it.

As I pulled into the driveway, I tried to put it out of my mind, and started upstairs. Unsuccessful at clearing my mind, I was completely absorbed in my thoughts and wasn't thinking as I opened the door to her room and tossed the patches onto her bed.
 
I head up to the shower, flipping it on before climbing underneath it. I had know idea why I was going along with this, but something compelled me to do so, to please you, I pour on heaps of my strawberry bodywash, wanting to get rid of the smell completly, before washing my brown locks and conditoning it.

Shutting the shower off, I climb out grabbing a towel, which unfortunatly did not cover much of my body, stopping just below the ass, I walk into my bedroom, by now the cravings once again kicking in, making me long for a cig, but I once again decide against it, as I sit on the bed, knowing that i have nothing clean to wear. I will have to ask to borrow something while we wash my clothes.

Just then the door flies open, causing me to look up as a box lands right on my lap. "Thank you, thank you" I repeat over and over, wripping the box open and taking the first patch out, sticking it to my upper arm, but it doesn't seem to be working yet.

I turn to sit on the bed, the towel riding up slightly. "Can I borrow one of your shirts or something?" I knew it wouldn't be that big of a deal, I often slept in your old shirts, I even brought a few of them with me.. it was a comfort thing.
 
Startled, I jump out of my skin when you ask for a tee-shirt or something. My heart doesn't stop racing as my throat goes dry. The towel was positively indecent. Most of your ass cheek closest to me and the door was exposed, lightly tanned like the rest of you.

Thoughts of Caligula and Drusilla fill my mind again as I wondered how long it would have taken Caligula to take you.

As you ask for a tee shirt, I nod absently, glad for something to distract me and head down the hallway. My head reeling, I grab the first tee shirt I find, and it isn't until I get back to your room that I discover it is white with a very small logo to a company near by.

Standing for a second I look at it, and you.
 
"Thanks" I say as I walk over grabbing the shirt from your hand, I cannot help but wonder what has you acting so strange recently, but quickly push all thoughts from my mind, as I turn my back to you and drop the towel, revealing long lightly tanned legs, topped with round pert ass cheeks, from your view you could just see the sides of my breasts, quickly I pull the short on over my head, the fabric brushing against my nipples, causing them to harden, but of course I do not notice.

"So you ready to help me with my washing?" I ask.
 
The towel fell away showing your perfect ass, and my throat, already dry became the driest place on the planet. My heart, pounding a mile a minute threatened to rip itself from my chest.

I can smell the strawberry as the shirt shimmies down your body, the hem just barely covering your ass. If anything the shirt highlights your pert tail, not hides it.

I barely murmur, "Yeah, grab your stuff, I'll take you downstairs."
 
I nod slowly as I walk back to the bed, grabbing my bag, also taking the time to stick another patch on.. perhaps I was overdoing it, but these things were NOT helping in the slightest. I smile back at you, despite everything I loved happier than I had in a long time, gone were the product from my hair and the layers of makeup, I was just me again, and I felt better for it, slinging my bag over my shoulder, I follow you downstairs and over to the washing machine. I quickly begin to sort my clothes into piles.
 
Excruciating.

That is the only word that comes to mind as you bend over, the hem of the tee shirt pulling over your ass, revealing everything to me. At least everything south of your waist. The way your hips twist is mesmerizing, captivating me.

I lose my battle with my conscious, at least a little, and I get hard. So much so I ache from stomach to knee, suddenly wondering why incest was such a taboo anyway.

"If you, uh, hand me the darks, I will start them for you," I manage to croak out somehow.
 
I turn to look at you, a curious look on my face as I pick up the pile of darks, holding them out to you, before sighing and placing them in your awaiting arms.

"Okay so you going to tell me what's going on with you.. you've been acting strange with me for a while now.. did I do something wrong?" I ask innocently, unsure that I have actually done anything to upset you.

I hop up, sitting on top of the dryer, unaware that my legs are now slightly parted, giving you a glimpse of my hairless pussy as I sit there swinging my legs back and forth.
 
For a moment I stand there unsure of what to say. Do I lie? Dare I tell the truth?

Ultimately, I shake my head as I see the glimpse of your sex, almost perfectly silhouetted against background. "No," my voice barely above a whisper.

"You didn't do anything wrong at all."
 
I exhale loudly, the sound audiable even with the distance between us "Well I suppose that I'm glad I didn't fuck this one up" I say in relief as I smile brightly at you, but then my face drops again, there was definatly something, I always knew with you, just like you did with me.

"You can tell me you know, whatever it is I will help you with it" I say as I fold my arms over my chest as I await the answer.
 
Holy fucking moley. Your arms cross just below your ripe tits, thrusting out at me like so many juicy treats to suckle on. Your nipples are straining against the fabric of the tee shirt, and I can see your areola are perfectly round, not too big, not too small.

Exquisite to suck.

"Nothing you did, honey, this one is all on me, I am afraid."

The rational part of me knew that I should not be reaction this way, but the irrational part had my cock throbbing in my pants so hard, I worried about precum staining through.
 
I nod slowly "you could at least tell me what is so bad" I say, a tinge of hurt in my voice as I make my way towards you, smiling slightly, as I stand on my tip toes so that I can wrap my arms around you in a tight hug, my nipples brushing against your hard chest, causing me to let out an involentery moan, as I feel myself begin to get a little damp between my legs. He's your brother I remind myself and then I feel it, the unmistakable feeling. I gasp as I feel you poking against my stomach, apparently you were excited too.

"I.." I stutter a little unsure off what to say "did I cause that?" I eventually go with.
 
I nod, not trusting myself, I place my hands on your shoulders. "Yeah, but I... uh... we..."

The feel of my cock brushing against you is overpowering, short-circuiting my brain completely. My hand slide down your arms to the elbows and I summon all the strength I can, "I, uh, ... err... I need to go take a cold shower."

Despite my words, I can't quite get my feet to move.
 
I smile up at you, it was nice to have that sort of effect on someone.. anyone, but even more so on someone who I looked up to and respected like I did you. "Don't go please " I say softly as I lean up hesitantly, my lips brushing against your own once.. just softly, as a kind of experiment, before the kiss becomes firmer, my lips smashed up against your own, enjoying the feel.

And then just as quickly I am gone, I turn on my heel, running from the room, as I head upstairs, throwing myself down on the bed. Oh god he is going to hate me!Why would I kiss him, I must be loosing my mind!
 
I watch as you run, the tee shirt barely hiding your pubic mound from the back. Slowly I follow you up to your room and see you splayed out on the bed.

I walk deliberately passed the hem line of the tee shirt and sit on the bad, placing my hand in the small of your back. Your firm ripe ass seems to be calling for my hand to caress it, massage it, do what I will with it.

I whisper, "Hey, we can work this out, we have everything else."
 
I feel the tears drip down my face, as I bury my head in the pillow. I feel a hand on my lower back causing me to jump before I come to my senses.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fricking sorry" I sob as I keep my head down, a little embarrassed. "I shouldn't have kissed you and I understand if you hate me right now, what I did was unforgivable" I ramble as I turn over on the bed, your hand slipping around to rest on my stomach. "But I'm hoping you'll forgive me anyway" I add, looking up at you with my sad brown eyes.
 
I sat there a moment, gazing into your eyes before caressing your chin gently. "Would it help if I said you had the softest lips I have ever been kissed by?"

I look up a moment get my bearings then look back down, "I - I don't think we should ever be ashamed of how we feel."
 
"Can't say the same for you" I say with a small smirk as I leans her cheek against the palm of your hand and smile up at you softly, a tired expression on my face.

"No.. but how do you feel?" I ask quietly as I watch you a worried expression on my face as I wait for an answer; I wasn't even sure what I wanted!
 
I look like the question was a green Martian for a moment, then whisper, "i--I love you more than life."

I bow my a head a second only to see my hard cock straining against my clothes, and blush. "I think I need to take a shower too."
 
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