By that afternoon, the temperature was above freezing, and the sun's warmth succeeded in melting some of the ice that had fallen overnight. I'd finished clearing out the largest bedroom, but before I went to help Clint in the kitchen, I retrieved a dress I'd found among Gran's belongings.

It was at least thirty years old and had been well cared for. I wondered when Gran would have had a chance to wear it. Maybe for a special anniversary? It was a strapless tulle dress, the material a lovely sky blue. Though I feared it would be too small, I was eager to try it on.

After stripping out of my sweater and corduroy pants, I hurried to take off my bra. The sound of Clint's whistling carried down the short hallway. Knowing he was content in this house filled my chest with a pleasurable warmth.

Minutes later, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning this way and that. The dress actually fit! It clung to my curves in a flattering way, and the color suited me. Realizing I looked silly wearing socks, I removed them to stand barefoot on the worn carpet. 

I'd just spun around to make the dress flare out when I heard my brother speak from the doorway: "Well, look at you."

Startled, I came to a halt. The sight of him leaning against the door jamb, with his arms folded over his chest, made me blush. Yet I asked, "What do you think?"

"I think you look absolutely stunning."

Clint's compliment had me beaming. When he slowly approached, I noticed his gaze sweeping over my body. "As much as I love this dress on you," my brother went on in a low voice, "I must confess I'm even more interested in what you have on beneath it."

A giggle, filled with anticipation, escaped my lips. "Nothing sexy, I'm afraid." My panties were white with tiny pink polka dots.  

Clint looked doubtful. "Not quite sure I believe you, Sylvia. I think I need to find out for myself."

My eyes widened as he sank to his knees before me. Slowly, he lifted the dress higher, revealing more of my legs. Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on my inner thigh, just above my knee. 

Then he raised the dress until my panties were on display. Glancing at the mirror, I observed our reflections in profile. My expression had already taken on that needy, pleading look. 

"On the contrary, these panties are very sexy," Clint murmured before ducking under my dress. I gasped in surprise but spread my legs farther apart. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and when he grazed his fingertips along my underwear, my moan was loud enough to carry to him.

He gently pulled the crotch of my panties aside. I heard him take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My cheeks grew hot from the realization that he was greedily inhaling my scent.

My brother parted my outer labia with his fingers, then gave my flesh a languid lick. "Mmm, I love the taste of your pussy, Sis."

Already, I was trembling, desperate for more. Clint must have sensed my growing excitement, for he lingered under the dress just long enough to tease me with his tongue. Then he withdrew, his hair tousled, and his face flushed from the heat of his own lust. 

In an instant, he was on his feet and turning me around. With nimble fingers, he unzipped the dress and helped me out of it.

I faced him again, and he cupped my breasts, which were quickly rising and falling. I moaned as he fondled my nipples, making them almost painfully taut. As if to soothe me, he suckled at one peak, and then the other, while his hand slipped into my panties. 

Of course, I was drenched. When I began rocking my hips, shamelessly working my sex against his fingers, he gave me a fierce kiss. I tasted a hint of my juices on his tongue.

Completely unresisting, I let him pull me to the bed. I'd neatly made it up after my first night at the house, but Clint was quick to yank back the covers. "Lie down and get comfortable," he told me, "because I'm going to have my face between your thighs for a good while."

Those words made me so aroused that I could feel my pulse just inside my entrance. After scrambling out of my sodden panties, I hurried to obey my brother. He stood beside the bed, rushing to strip naked. I decided to tease him by playing with my tits and spreading my legs wide.

"That's the horny little slut I love," he said with a grin.

Finally, he joined me. I couldn't resist extending a hand and stroking his cock, which was now fully hard. My touch drew a guttural noise from his throat. Sliding his body upon mine, he planted another kiss on my mouth. Our tongues eagerly moved against each other, as if possessed by their own desire. 

His lips were fervent, traveling over my skin. Revisiting my breasts, he suckled hard at my right nipple. The pull of his mouth made me cry out, and by the time he was nuzzling my belly, I'd opened my legs as wide as possible. 

The room was still somewhat cool, so my brother pulled the covers over both of us. I drew them all the way up to my chin while he lay between my thighs. Once again, we weren't able to see each other, though sunlight now streamed through the window. It made me feel less inhibited, and free to respond naturally.

Maybe Clint felt less restrained as well, for he licked and nibbled at my inner thighs. I couldn't suppress my pleasured moans, which only grew louder when his tongue glided along my inner labia. His breath was hot, his mouth so eager. I heard his contented sigh while he became intimately acquainted with my pussy. 

With a fingertip, he caressed my swollen clit. My faint cries let him know just how much I enjoyed his touch. He intuited just the right amount of pressure to use, and my sensitive bud readily responded. 

"Please, lick my clit!" I begged.

My plea made him groan. He was quick to give me what I most craved; the feel of his tongue sweeping over my pearl had me writhing with uncontrollable arousal. 

When he began suckling my flesh while gently thrusting two fingers inside me, I started moving as if I were being fucked. He let me grind against his mouth, his fingers working faster. 

"I'm so close! Oh God!" My thighs shuddered, and I couldn't resist playing with my nipples. The simultaneous sensations drove me right to the edge of orgasm. The sound of Clint's mouth, and his relentless fingers fucking my pussy, made me feel utterly filthy.

And I realized I loved it.

At the last moment, I threw off the covers, yearning to see my brother between my thighs. Our eyes locked, and I found that his were heavy-lidded with arousal. I had to resist the urge to clamp my thighs around him.  

Yet I couldn't hold back the low scream that tore from my throat. My spine arched, and my muscles seemed hellbent on contorting themselves. As I came hard, bearing down against my brother's face, he lashed my clit with his tongue, wringing every trace of bliss from my core. 

"Fuck!" I rasped out. I quaked while my hands balled into fists, and my toes curled. Clint appeared eager to continue delivering such exquisite pleasure with his tongue and fingers, but my clitoris couldn't bear any more. I was still shaking from the last wave of spasms when I scooted upward, inching away from him. 

Before I had a chance to fully recover, Clint sat up. His eyes were wild, and as he roughly pumped away at his cock, I sensed his determination to have me. Lewdly, he licked at his lips, which were coated with my juices.

"Tell me what you need, Sylvia," he demanded in a low voice. "I want to hear you say it."

My stare dropped to his erection. "I need to feel you inside me."

That was all the invitation he required. I gasped when he flipped me over onto my stomach, then hauled me up on my hands and knees. Lifting my head, I watched his reflection as he knelt behind me. 

The feel of his tip at my opening made me groan, "Oh, fuck yes!"

Clint slid inside, inching deeper until he was buried within my cunt. His hands held tightly to my hips, and for several moments, he stayed still while moving me back and forth along the length of his shaft. I loved being used in such a way.

Looking in the mirror, I saw that Clint's head was lowered. He watched as my pussy took his hard cock again and again. His face, so twisted with arousal, appeared unfamiliar.

But then he lifted his head to meet my stare in the mirror. "No hiding now, Sylvia. Do you like what you see?"

I studied our reflections. My face, stripped of its everyday mask, now revealed the depth of my hunger. As my brother began pumping his hips, I noticed the firm set of his jaw. His eyes flashed with a possessiveness I'd never seen before. But then again, it was only now that I was able to witness him claiming me.

"Answer me." Despite his rough tone, his hand was gentle sliding over my skin. "And don't you dare look away."

Lifting my chin, I met the challenge of his gaze. "I love it," I told him in a surprisingly steady voice. "I love watching you fuck me."

Clint gasped, and I felt his cock pulse within my walls. Maybe he didn't want to admit it, but that forbidden confession obviously excited him. He began taking me hard and fast, his body slapping against mine. I could hear the wet sound of our coupling, and in the mirror, I watched, transfixed, as my breasts swayed from Clint's forceful movements.

When I inadvertently allowed my head to drop, my brother wove his fingers through my hair. Gently, yet firmly, he drew my head back, giving me no choice but to see our illicit lovemaking. In that instant, I felt I belonged to him completely. Held in his merciless grip, I released feral cries. I never knew I was capable of making such noises.

My brother's jaw slackened and then tightened again. He panted while his hips continued their rutting. My muscles constricted around his cock; with each squeeze, I drew closer to climax.

"Come!" Clint begged. He now looked stricken, dangerously near his own release.

Even as I obeyed, my eyes rolling and my knees weakening, I cried out his name.

He made a strangled sound, leading me to wonder if my orgasmic contractions would prove too much to resist. It felt as if he'd hardened even more inside me. I was panting along with him, my tender flesh repeatedly yielding to his cock.

Quickly, my brother withdrew. As soon as he took his erection in hand, his climax drew a labored groan from his lips. I continued watching, just as he'd ordered me to. I saw his expression of abject relief while he covered my ass and lower back with his cum.

And then he flashed that wicked smile while staring down at me, as if he'd gotten away with something. Maybe he had. I doubted other women allowed him to mark their bodies in such a way. But I craved it; the act made me feel even more like I was his.

While Clint cleaned me up, I lay on my stomach, still basking in my post-orgasmic relaxation. I let out a peal of laughter when he leaned forward and gave my left buttock a playful bite. 

Finally, he lay beside me, and I slipped into his embrace. We shared one of those deep, lingering kisses I loved. Beneath the covers, his fingers sought out my nipple. I moaned from the pleasure of his touch. 

Though he closed his eyes, seeming near sleep, his hand moved lower. Spreading my legs, I welcomed the caresses he gave my clitoris. His breathing quickened just as mine did; meeting his stare, I found he was plenty alert, eager to watch me come.

My orgasm was less intense than the ones preceding it, yet it seemed to last much longer. I was still trembling when Clint buried his face in my neck and whispered, "I don't think I can stop this, Sylvia."

I held him to me, stroking his skin. "You don't have to."

*****

It went on like that for a week, and then another. Now that the forbidden door to our lust was thrown wide open, Clint and I kept charging through it. All the while, I was aware of the time passing far too quickly. We still have three more days together, I told myself. Then: We have two whole days left... One more day.

I dreaded Sunday's arrival, and the morning seemed to share my despondency, for the sky was leaden gray. Clint and I were quiet as we carried some of Gran's belongings out to our cars. I carefully laid the tulle cocktail dress across the backseat. 

My brother and I had packed up a lot of the house's contents. Items that we didn't need and which held no sentimental value were donated, but Clint insisted we keep most of the furniture. "Until we decide what to do with the house," he said.

"Won't we have to sell it?" I asked quietly. The thought of doing so, after what Clint and I had shared here over the past two weeks, made my throat tighten with unshed tears.

He seemed to sense my distress, for he moved to embrace me. "We have plenty of time to decide."

Late that afternoon, we stood in the driveway, with the house locked up behind us. When my brother lifted a hand to stroke my hair, my despair gushed forth in a flood of tears. 

"I'm sorry!" I wailed. I hadn't wanted to cry in front of him. 

"It's okay, sweetheart." Clint pulled me into his arms, and I buried my face in his shirt. "I wish we could stay here, but we'll come back soon, I promise. Let me know when you can get a weekend off work, and we'll spend a couple of days together."

When I lifted my head, he gave me a tender, reassuring smile. I ached to feel his lips on mine, but of course, we didn't dare. Not when a neighbor might be looking out the window. Right now, it simply looked as if a brother was comforting his sister. 

Clint planted a kiss on my forehead. "Can I call you later tonight? I won't be able to sleep till I know you got home safely."

I quickly nodded, offering him a smile of my own. He brought his lips to my ear and whispered, "I love you."

I allowed myself a moment to cling to him. "I love you, too, Clint."

He followed me out of Gran's neighborhood and toward town. I kept glancing in the rearview mirror, as if to reassure myself he was still there. But we were eventually forced to take different roads, in different directions, and as the distance between us grew, I had to choke back a sob.

By the time I reached my apartment building, I felt exhausted. Bo was home, and he helped me carry my things inside. 

"How did it go?" he asked. "Did you enjoy spending time with your brother?"

Bo was a few years older than me, and he had a quiet, thoughtful nature that put me at ease. Realizing I practically idolized Clint, my roommate understood the significance of the past two weeks. 

"I really did," I replied, managing to keep my tone upbeat. Already, an ache had settled in my chest, and I figured it wouldn't go away until I saw Clint again. "Now we just have to decide what to do with the house."

Bo made pasta for dinner, and as we shared the meal, I asked him what he'd been up to while I was gone. He talked about his job, and a party he'd gone to with a friend, but I sensed him studying me during brief lulls in the conversation. His blue eyes held an unspoken question. He obviously sensed my sadness, for he knew me better than almost anyone. Trying to lighten the mood, I leaned toward him and tousled his wavy brown hair. The playful gesture made him smile. 

A little later, I stood at the sink, washing dishes. Behind me, Bo put leftovers in the fridge. When he drew closer, I tried not to tense. 

Slipping his arms around my waist, he lowered his lips to my neck. "I missed you," he murmured. "The place didn't seem the same without you here."

In the past, I'd almost always welcomed Bo's advances. He was a tender, considerate lover, putting my pleasure first.

But he wasn't Clint.

Turning my head a little toward him, I pasted a smile on my lips. "I missed you, too. But I'm kinda tired tonight."

Immediately, he released me. "I totally understand. You've had a busy day." His hands moved to my shoulders, and he gave them a squeeze. 

I knew Bo would wait for me to come to him; he wouldn't dream of being pushy about sex. But I was certain I'd never sleep with my roommate again.

Only one man could ignite my desire now: my brother.