The Afternoon I Spent in My Brother’s New Apartment

The first weekend with Bruno had been a revelation, but what happened the following Tuesday was even more intense. We had spent four days avoiding each other in the hallways at home, trading glances like two teenagers with a secret far too big to keep to ourselves.

That morning I made breakfast for him and my parents. My mother left early for the office, my father shortly after. Bruno was the last to go, and before leaving he cornered me against the kitchen counter and kissed me as if he were heading off to war.

“Do you know what’s hardest for me?” he whispered. “Not being able to do this to you every time I see you.”

“Same here, Bruno.”

His hands slipped under my nightgown. I was already wet before he even showed up, I had been all night, and feeling his fingers at my waist melted me from the inside out.

“I have to go,” he said without pulling away.

“Mmm… are you sure?”

I slid my hand down and found him hard through the fabric of his trousers. I squeezed a little, just enough to draw a moan against my neck.

“Carla, I can’t go out on the street like this.”

“I know. That’s why I’m going to help you.”

I didn’t think twice. I undid the button and zipper, pulled his trousers down to his thighs, and knelt on the cold tile floor. His cock came out stiff, thick, with that vein running along the side that I had learned to trace with my tongue. I took him in one hand, kissed the tip, and slowly slid him into my mouth.

“That’s it, sister… mmm…”

I sucked him without hurrying, licking the head, letting him bump against my palate. I grabbed his testicles with my other hand, teasing, squeezing just enough. Bruno held the back of my neck, not to push me but to guide me.

He didn’t last long. He had been holding back all night, just like me. When he came, he did it in my mouth, in hot spurts that filled me until I choked a little. I didn’t want to lose a single drop. I swallowed, cleaned the tip with my tongue, and gave him one last kiss down there before pulling his trousers back up.

“You’re incredible,” he told me, still breathing hard.

“Go to work before I change my mind and drag you upstairs to my room.”

He laughed, kissed me on the forehead, and went out the door. I stayed in the kitchen with a burn between my legs that nothing could soothe. I went upstairs, got into the shower, tried to distract myself. It didn’t work. I ended up in my room with the vibrator, giving myself what no toy was ever going to give me the way he did.

***

At midday we all ate together at the dining table. My father was telling us something from the office, my mother nodded while serving the salad, and Bruno and I, sitting across from each other, were playing a dangerous game. My foot slid up his calf. His hand, hidden under the tablecloth, brushed my knee every time he leaned down to reach for the water jug.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” my mother asked. “You’re very quiet.”

“Yes, Mom. Just tired.”

I wasn’t tired at all.

After lunch my father dozed off in his armchair, my mother went to do the dishes, and Bruno and I sat on the sofa in the living room with the TV on and the volume muted.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “What if we slipped out this afternoon?”

“Where to?”

“My apartment.”

Bruno had bought a small apartment near the center two months earlier, saying it was to strike out on his own from the old folks, though he still hadn’t fully moved in. He went there on weekends to “sort things out.” I had only been there once, the day he signed the papers and got the keys. I never imagined we’d go back together for this.

“And what excuse do we give?”

“We’ll say we’re going to buy something for the kitchen. You can help me choose.”

“Right. Choose.”

We looked at each other and laughed like conspiratorial children. An hour later we were in his car, the windows down, his hand on my thigh every time the traffic light stopped us.

***

The apartment still smelled of fresh paint and brand-new wood. It had very few pieces of furniture: a table, a sofa wrapped in plastic, a double bed that looked freshly bought. Bruno left me in the living room and said he was stepping out for a minute, that he wouldn’t be long.

When he came back, he had a bouquet of red roses hidden behind his back. He produced them like a magician and placed them in my arms.

“Bruno, you didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. For this morning.”

“This morning it was me who—”

“Exactly. Because you deserve it.”

He’s an old-fashioned romantic, always has been. When we were fifteen and sixteen, he used to sneak into my room with a coffee so I could study better before exams. That afternoon it was the same idea, only the intention had changed completely.

I put the roses in a glass vase, the only thing in the kitchen, and went back to the living room. He was waiting at the bedroom door, shirtless, with that half smile I knew far too well.

“Come here, Carla.”

I went slowly, letting him watch me walk. When I reached him, his hands were already at the buttons of my blouse. He opened it one by one, slid it off my shoulders, pulled down my skirt, and left me in my underwear in front of him.

“I’m hungrier for you than I was this morning,” he told me in my ear. “And this morning was a lot.”

“Then eat.”

He gently pushed me back toward the bed. I lay down and he followed, kissing my neck, my collarbone, trailing down the neckline of my bra. He unclasped it and paused for a moment, looking at my breasts. They’re not big, they’re round and firm, and he kissed them as if it were the first time.

“Bruno… mmm.”

His hand moved between my legs, pushed the fabric of my panties aside, and found me already soaking. He slipped two fingers inside without warning and started moving them slowly while his tongue worked my nipples.

“Do you like it like this?”

“Don’t stop.”

He lowered his head, tore my panties off by pulling them down, and settled between my thighs. I lifted my hips to bring myself closer to his mouth. The first lick made me bite my lip. The second made me close my eyes. By the third, my hands were tangled in his hair and I had no intention of letting him out of there for a long time.

He sucked my clit with a patience learned nowhere. He slipped his tongue inside me, nipped me softly, then licked me again, slow. When he slipped one finger, then two, into my ass while still sucking me, I felt my legs start to go limp.

“Bruno, I’m going to—”

“Then do it.”

I came in his mouth. It was a long orgasm, the kind that leaves you trembling half an hour later. He didn’t stop until I stopped moving. Then he got up, wiped his chin with the back of his hand, and looked at me with a smile that was not a brother’s.

“Now you,” I said.

I sat up and finished taking off his trousers and underwear. His cock sprang out hard, pulsing, veined like it had been drawn in ink. I took him in my hands, looked up at him, and took him in my mouth without warning.

“Fuck, Carla.”

I sucked him like I was thirsty. I went up and down, played with the tip with my tongue, licked each testicle one by one. I knew he was going to come soon; I could feel it in the way his thighs tightened.

“Stop, stop,” he said.

I didn’t stop.

“Carla, stop, I need to—”

I still didn’t stop. And when he came for the second time that day, he did it again in my mouth, filling it. I swallowed without pulling away, cleaned his cock with my tongue until it was shining.

“You’re impossible,” he said, laughing and collapsing onto the bed.

“It’s just so good I can’t control myself.”

“I wanted to fuck you.”

“Then you’ll have to wait until you’re hard again. I doubt it’ll take long.”

It didn’t. While I caressed his chest and kissed his neck, I brought his erection back with my hand. Ten minutes later he was hard as a rock again.

***

He laid me on my back, spread my legs, and entered me in one thrust. I cried out against his shoulder.

“Bruno… holy shit.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

He began to move with a deep rhythm, not a fast one. He kissed me as he fucked me, bit my lip, told me things in my ear no brother should ever say to his sister. I dug my nails into his back and answered with phrases no sister should ever say to her brother.

He changed positions. He put me on top and let me set the pace. I leaned on his chest and started moving up and down, feeling him go in all the way, to the hilt. He held my hips and watched me with almost religious concentration.

“Look at me,” he told me.

I looked him in the eyes while I rode him. He didn’t speak again. His hand rose to my neck, not squeezing, just resting there, and the other found my clit. Three minutes later I came again, folded forward over him, not really sure what my own name was.

“I want to finish inside,” he whispered.

“Then finish.”

He turned me over, put me on all fours, and fucked me from behind, gripping my tied-up hair. Three, four, five deeper thrusts and he emptied himself inside me with a low groan that escaped from the bottom of his chest.

***

We stayed in bed for a while, wrapped around each other, breathing. He stroked my back with his fingers, drawing circles on my sweaty skin.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Better than all right.”

“I want to ask you for something.”

“Tell me.”

He took a while to speak. I felt him take a deep breath.

“I want to try your ass.”

I stayed quiet for a moment. I had never done it. I had thought about it, fantasized about it with him over the last few months, but I had never done it with anyone.

“Bruno, you’re huge. You’re going to split me open.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. We’ll go slow. If you want to stop, we stop.”

I looked at him. And I said yes.

***

We went to the bathroom first. He showered with me, soaped me up all over, and I returned the favor, focusing especially on his cock and testicles, watching him get hard again under my soapy hands. We came out, dried off, and went back to the bedroom.

He took a jar of lubricant cream from the nightstand drawer. I didn’t know whether to laugh or get emotional that he had it ready. I knelt on the bed with my ass toward him. He applied it with his fingers, first outside, then slowly inside, opening me up with one finger, then two. I tried to relax, breathing deeply, like women who know what they’re doing.

“Ready?”

“Ready. But gentle, Bruno. Gentle.”

Feeling the tip of his cock there made me close my eyes. He pushed carefully, millimeter by millimeter, and I felt myself opening, felt the initial sting turn into a mixture of pressure and pleasure I had never felt before. His free hand stayed on my clit, absent-minded and steady, helping me endure it.

“Tell me if I should stop.”

“Don’t stop. More.”

He went all the way in. I could feel his testicles against my ass and I knew then that that corner of me was already his, that no other man would ever be the first there, that I had been waiting for this for years without even knowing it.

“Carla, fuck… that feels so good.”

He started moving slowly, discovering that new rhythm with me. I came for a third time without realizing it, without crying out, with a long shiver running from my neck down to my heels. He held out until he couldn’t anymore. When he came inside me, I felt it in every beat of my heart.

***

After that we showered again. We ate something standing in the kitchen, both of us naked, laughing like two kids who had just pulled off a huge prank. Before we left, I asked him for one last thing.

“One more for today?”

“Carla, I’ve got nothing left.”

“Let’s test that.”

I knelt in front of him again, took his still-sensitive cock, and gave him a slow blowjob, unhurried, tender. It took a while, but in the end he gave me one last gift in my mouth. I swallowed, smiled up at him, and kissed his thigh.

“You’re dangerous,” he said, gathering up my hair.

“I’m your sister,” I answered. “And I’m going to keep being your sister.”

We went back home with the roses on the back seat. My parents didn’t even ask what we had bought for the kitchen. Bruno and I sat down to dinner like nothing had happened, looking at each other over our soup, both of us knowing the new apartment had already been christened, and that it would be many more times yet.