Alex
It must have been the heat of the moment. The vulnerability, the comfort in being known- in the familiar.
It could have been his own insecurity, driving him toward validation.
It might have been the sweet smell of her hair, or the softness of her skin under his baseball-calloused hands. Perhaps it was how she felt so delicate in his arms, yet so sure and strong.
He didn’t know what possessed him to kiss his sister the first time. The second time, though, it was because he wanted more.
He relaxed his arms, freeing her from his embrace. She looked up at him, her face serene, as if she was exactly where she wanted to be. He realized that he was too. They stared into each other’s eyes, unspoken and unrealized questions passing between them.
When he saw her tongue wet her lips, he wanted it to be his tongue.
He put his hand on her neck, lacing his fingers through her long hair. She tensed, but didn’t stop him. He looked deeply into her eyes, willing her to stop him. She softened instead, and he gently brought her lips to his.
They were soft, just as he’d expected- had he expected? Had the thought of this before? The kiss was tentative, in the way that all first kisses are. Their lips pressed together, testing the chemistry before her mouth opened to his. His tongue danced with hers, encouraging both of them to relax into the kiss.
As they relaxed, the tension grew- and with it, urgency. His hand tensed in her hair, holding her close as his mouth greedily devoured hers. Weeks of complex feelings, anxiety, and self doubt were cleansed from him as he explored his sister’s mouth.
His sister’s mouth.
The realization hit like a ton of bricks, and he broke away quickly. Morgan was left gasping, her lip gloss smeared and hair tangled. She looked adorable.
“I’m…I’m sorry,” he stammered. He moved down the couch from her, creating distance while they processed what happened.
She ran her fingers along her lips, tracing where his had just been.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about being a good kisser,” she said lightly, breaking the tension. Her posture retreated from him.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “That…I don’t know what happened.” He couldn’t look at her, so he stared at his hands- the ones that were just caressing his sister’s neck as he kissed her. The ones that were folded in his lap, concealing his arousal.
She mumbled something, so quietly that he didn’t hear.
“What did you say?” he asked steeling himself for her rebuke.
“The cottage has no rules,” she whispered.
With that, he dove across the couch, crushing his lips to hers again.
Morgan
She was kissing her brother. Her brother was kissing her. In real life, not in her fantasy.
His lips were rough, hers were soft. His hands were rough on her neck, hers were gentle in his hair. They consumed each other, as if they were air needed to breath.
His tongue was demanding, and hers was all too willing to give. She felt his breath, hot against the cool night. He laid her down, the act gentle compared to his previous need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him toward her.
She ground her hips into his, no longer caring if he felt her pulsing clit. She wanted more of him- all of him, before the dream ended.
It wasn’t a dream, she reminded herself. She kissed his neck gently, watching goosebumps form as he gently moaned. Definitely not a dream.
They stayed wrapped in each other for hours, kisses oscillating from sensual and gentle to fervent need. She licked and nibbled his lips, teasing him until he greedily pressed his tongue into her mouth. She felt wholly claimed, on the edge of a desperate need.
His arms felt huge in her hands as she explored every inch of him- well, almost every inch. She could feel his hardness pressing into her thigh, and felt her clit throb at the thought of touching him.
She resisted; a herculean feat given the circumstances. She wanted more, but she didn’t want to break the spell that they were under.
They kissed until the sun came up, and fell asleep fully clothed, wrapped in each other on the couch again- but this time, on purpose.
—
Morgan woke first, as usual. She was sweaty- Alex was a furnace when he slept. Annoyance flashed, until she realized that the heat was coming from beneath her- she was laying on his chest.
She had fallen asleep on his chest, with his fingers combing through her hair. Neither of them had said anything, instead choosing to bask in the afterglow of the steamiest makeout session known to mankind.
It was better than she had ever dreamed- and she had dreamed a lot.
She wanted to get up, and maybe avoid the awkwardness. She knew it was a heat of the moment thing- her brother was vulnerable, they had both had a couple of beers- not enough to be drunk, but perhaps enough to make a bad decision.
She stayed snuggled in her brother’s arms, soaking in the last moments of her fantasy while steeling herself for the rejection once he woke up.
He stirred, his hand travelling down her back and reflexively cupping her ass over her sundress. He lazily kissed her forehead before opening his eyes- then he froze.
Reality hit him like a truck- Morgan could feel it in his body. She scrambled off of him, feeling her serenity slip through her fingers and be replaced by shame.
She said nothing, letting him speak first and set the tone.
“Morgan I…I’m sorry,” he said slowly.
“You’ve already said that, a couple of times,” she quipped back- perhaps more sharply than she intended.
“I don’t know what came over me,” he said sheepishly as he sat up.
“I was there too,” she said defensively. “I…I kissed you back,” she said more quietly. She could feel her lip quivering, and bit it to stop the tears. She expected his rejection, but it still stung.
He softened. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…ugh. This is kind of messed up,” he admitted.
Morgan said nothing- she was too focused on not crying.
Alex must’ve seen her emotion, and put his arm around her. The touch was awkward and tentative- a far cry from the passionate ease of a few hours ago.
“We can’t,” he began gently.
“I know, obviously I know,” Morgan replied, wiggling out of his strained embrace and standing. She needed to create distance between them; she couldn’t think clearly when she could smell his skin.
“I know,” she said more clearly. “It was a weird situation, lots of factors. It was a mistake, nothing more. We never have to speak of it again,” she said definitively.
“Yes, okay. You’re right, better to just pretend it didn’t happen,” Alex agreed.
“Good. I’m gonna go for a swim,” Morgan said. She walked to their bedroom and closed the door, leaving her shirtless brother on the couch that they had kissed on.
—
The swim helped. Morgan felt the cool water on her skin as her muscles screamed, and she could almost forget what her brother’s mouth tasted like. It would take her a few more hours’ worth of laps to forget what his hard cock felt like pressed against her thigh, but she was working on it.
Alex had kept his distance all day, puttering about the cottage and reading a book while she stayed in the water. She took a kayak out later- not because she wanted to, but because she wasn’t ready to face him.
She finally got hungry enough to come ashore.
“Good swim?” Alex asked conversationally.
“Yep, going to make a sandwich and then go back out,” Morgan replied simply before retreating to the kitchen.
“Make me one too?” he asked kindly, no doubt an offer of an olive branch to break the tension.
“Make your own,” she retorted. She was surprised at her own rudeness; apparently the morning’s rejection still stung. She sauntered to the cottage, swinging her hips in a way that she knew made her bikini-clad ass the center of attention.
Alex
Well, if he needed confirmation that his sister was pissed at him, he had just gotten it.
He considered his options as she stalked off to the cottage, but was instantly distracted by the way her ass looked in the polka dot bikini.
He closed his eyes, willing his thoughts to focus. The only problem is that every time he closed his eyes, he felt his sister’s tongue in his mouth, and he wanted more.
He knew he had hurt her feelings that morning, but he didn’t know how to fix it. Obviously what had happened wasn’t either of their fault, or either of their desire- that would be unforgivably weird. They just needed to get through the lingering awkwardness, and things would go back to normal.
He just had to stop thinking about what was under his sister’s bikini, or how she sighed each time he kissed her neck, and things would go back to normal.
He went up to the cottage to make his own sandwich, with a vague plan to pretend normalcy until they both believed it.
—
He watched Morgan from the doorway before she sensed his presence. Her lithe frame moved about the kitchen with ease- Morgan was always better in the kitchen than him. She had gained so much confidence while he was at school; her movements were delicate, like a dancer. She seemed truly at ease in her body, and looked incredible in a bikini. Her small breasts popped against her thin frame, and the bottoms highlighted small curves that he had never noticed under her usual board shorts and tshirt.
He blinked hard, clearing his mind of desire before joining his sister in the kitchen.
“Fine, I’ll make my own sandwich,” he jested.
“Fine,” Morgan replied.
Alex went to the fridge, sucking in to avoid brushing against her in the small kitchen. She ignored him, making her sandwich in a huff.
“If we don’t talk to each other, the awkwardness will never go away,” Alex said gently as he gathered his sandwich ingredients.
“You made it quite clear this morning that you didn’t want to talk about it,” Morgan retorted.
Alex sighed. He moved behind her again to find a spot on the counter. They both ignored the fact that this time he accidentally brushed her ass with his hips.
They made their sandwiches in the passive aggressive silence that only siblings can muster. He grabbed the mustard from her, she grabbed it back. He grabbed the knife that she was using, she grabbed the sandwich meat. Their arms brushed and hands crossed with each swipe. Both of them were so focused on pushing each other’s buttons, they didn’t realize the tension building between them.
“I need the pickles,” Mogan snapped.
“I’m using them,” Alex snapped back.
Morgan went to grab them, but Alex reacted faster by holding them over his head. He towered over her enough that she had no hope in getting them back.
She jumped up to swat his hand, her breasts grazing his bare chest on the way down. She jumped again, this time putting her hand on his shoulder for leverage. He stayed still, watching her struggle (and watching her breasts bounce with each jump).
“Give them to me!” she said, exasperated.
The huff of her breath on his chest stirred something in him. “No,” he said, pressing her back into the counter. Their bodies were close enough that they touched, and she had nowhere to go.
“Now,” she said, her voice smaller.
“No,” he growled, grinding his hips into hers.
She finally looked up at him, but the retort she had ready was swallowed as his lips met hers.
He set down the pickles, at long last- but not before kissing her until she melted against him. Her body softened, relaxing into his as their lips found a now-familiar rhythm. She rose on her tip-toes to meet his lips, eventually wrapping her arms around him. He cupped his hands on her ass, lifting her onto the counter. Her legs straddled his hips, wrapping around him to draw him close. Their kisses were hungry, frustrated, anxious- they were soaked in each other when they finally came up for air.
“We have to stop this,” he said, as his fingers danced along her spine.
“I know,” she breathed, but her legs tightened around him until his tongue met hers again.
“After today,” he proposed as he nipped at her neck.
“No rules at the cottage,” she said in agreement.
He lifted her off the counter and carried her to their bedroom without breaking their kiss.
He laid her down gently, covering her with his body as she tilted her face up to kiss him. Their earlier needling of each other melted away into white hot need as their bodies pressed into each other. Each kiss demanded more: nails on skin, teeth on necks, tongues…everywhere. He licked down her neck and kissed along her collarbone, delighting in each shiver and moan he earned.
The way she teased him with her tongue on his lips, threatening a kiss but making him squirm instead of delivering made him rock hard. He pressed himself into her as her legs squeezed around his hips, basking in the tension she was creating.
He had never felt anything even close to this with Anissa.
Morgan
She wanted more of him. She was pressed against him as closely as she could muster while still being able to kiss him. He started by hovering over her, holding his weight on his arms lest he crush her much smaller frame. That simply wouldn’t do- she locked her legs around his hips, inviting, demanding, him on top of her as she kissed him furiously.
His lips trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, and down her sternum- dangerously close to her breasts- before licking back up to her lips. She shivered uncontrollably, gasping as goosebumps covered her soft skin. She wanted his hands on her, so she put them there. She took his hand, cupping her breast with it. He responded quickly with both a squeeze of his hand and a hardening of his cock.
He teased her nipple through the thin bikini top, making her moan into his mouth as he then gently pinched it. When he pulled the fabric to the side and replaced his fingers with his mouth, she was sure that she’d explode. His mouth was hungry and gentle all at once. His tongue teased her into a frenzy, playfully peppering the pleasure with his teeth to drive her closer to the edge.
Her clit was aching, especially with his hardening cock pressed so firmly into her groin. With nothing but flimsy swimsuits separating them, she realized he was much larger than she had imagined. Her mouth watered.
His mouth threatened to make her cum, so she eventually turned the tables. She shoved his shoulder just enough to wriggle out from under him. He adjusted himself on his back, and she straddled his hips. She held eye contact with him, giving them each a minute to decide if they’d had enough.
He made his stance clear when he slowly pulled at the string of her bikini top, freeing her small breasts. He replaced the fabric with his hands, cupping her appreciatively while he held eye contact.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
She was too filled with emotion to respond with anything but a kiss.
His arms wrapped around her as she kissed him deeper, their tongues desperate to memorize every inch of each other. They were drenched in each other’s spit and sweat, both hungry for more. Morgan slid her hips over her brother’s, feeling his cock swell against her clit. He placed his hands on her hips, gently guiding them back and forth as he kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as his cock slid against her clit, working both of them into a frenzy.
She moved with him, his hips flexing to meet her and the rhythm he set moving her hips. She drove her tongue into his mouth, and pressed her breasts into his chest. He moaned when she bit his lip, his fingers digging into her ass and holding her as he pressed his cock against her.
“Morgan,” he breathed, increasing the pace.
“Alex,” she echoed as she felt her clit start to pulse.
They came together in a united moan swallowed by a decadent kiss.
Morgan collapsed on Alex’s chest while both of them tried to catch their breath. He didn’t shy away from her; instead he gently stroked her hair down her back as they both came back to earth. She could feel their sticky mess between her legs, and a self-satisfied smirk danced across her lips. She was literally living her dream.
Alex
He had never in his life experienced that kind of tension and need. As Morgan collapsed on his chest, he tried to feel regret, remorse, or even confusion. All he could find, however, was satisfaction- like all of the unfit puzzle pieces of the past few weeks had finally found their place.
He knew that this couldn’t continue- the cottage may not have rules, but the real world certainly did- and siblings cumming on each other while making out was certainly against the rules of polite society.
As much as he tried to rationalize their actions- he was sad and insecure, and she was just trying to show him that he had nothing to be insecure about- he knew that what they did was wrong, and they had to figure out how to leave the cottage with these memories buried. As his thoughts and feelings warred with each other, he played with Morgan’s soft hair and stroked her back. Each touch earned the tiniest shiver from his sister, and he knew that he was powerless to stop himself from finding new ways to make her moan.
