I Keep Reaching Ch. 02

Author's note: This is a continuation of I Keep Reaching. Please read chapter 1 before reading this chapter.

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"That was incredible," Chloe said, sliding her hands up my chest and leaning into me.

My mind was in a haze as I came down from my mind-blowing orgasm. Catching my breath, I tried to take in my surroundings. My sister, nearly naked, was sitting on my lap. Our underwear was soaked from our juices and the room smelled strongly of Chloe's arousal. We had just had sex without full penetration, although it felt significantly more passionate than my previous sexual experiences, with or without intercourse. This was easily the most erotic experience of my life.

In my efforts to help my sister pull free from the grips of depression, I had become infatuated with her beauty and let my 'other brain' take over my rational train of thought. I was overwhelmed with guilt that I could take advantage of her in such a delicate state of mind.

We were just lying there with her collapsed on top of me, slowly catching our breath. Eventually, she pulled back and looked me in the eyes longingly before closing in for another deep kiss.

I was spent but I opened my mouth and eagerly accepted her offer.

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"Kids, dinners ready!" I heard shouted from downstairs.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and ran her tongue from one side of my upper lip to the other.

"I love the way your mouth tastes," she purred. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and I could tell that she didn't care about what Mom had just shouted.

"We should clean up. We can't tell Mom and Dad about this," I explained, a strong hint of panic in my voice. "I'm really sorry, Chloe, I shouldn't have let this happen."

As the words spilled from my mouth, my eyes once again drank in the girl still sitting on my lap. Her face was flushed. Her top was completely unbuttoned and her bra was thrown carelessly across the room. Her large, gravity-defying breasts were swaying softly with each breath, the two small nipples in the center were still a light shade of red from my manipulation. Lower, her thin waist and firm belly were coated in a thin layer of sweat. Lower still, her figure widening at the womanly curvature of her hips, was her exposed crotch. During our bout of grinding, her panties had ridden up the crack of her pussy and I could make out the lips of her most intimate part. They were bare on both sides and a slightly darker shade of pink, I realized.

She just smiled at me and started crawling off my lap. "I'm going to clean up in the bathroom, you go to your room and change," she ordered.

"We need to talk in private the first chance we get, Chloe. This is all my fault," I said pitifully.

I shamefully began pulling up my jeans. My mind was racing at how senselessly I had pushed them down my legs and exposed my erection to my sister before roughly grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands and pulling her panty clad pussy onto my crotch. What's wrong with me? I asked myself.

Still flooded with guilt, I quietly exited her room and made my way down the hallway. Luckily our parents were in the kitchen preparing their meals and didn't see me.

"Be down in a second!" I shouted.

I heard a door open and close behind me. Chloe was standing in front of her bedroom door in nothing but her sports bra and panties, a pair of shorts draped over her left arm.

Involuntarily, I breathed in sharply through my mouth, my lips forming an 'O.' I was mesmerized by her feminine beauty. I stared at her deep cleavage and remembered how soft and firm the flesh was at it spilled between my fingers. Bra sizes being something of a mystery to me, I was unsure what size she was, but if I had to guess I would say she was a full D cup, at least, maybe bigger. Her breasts were truly heavenly. They seemed to defy all laws of physics, being both soft and unyielding, and heavy yet weightless as they stood proudly on her chest. I felt my cock stir in my boxers.

She was just standing there, staring at me. She was waiting for me, I realized, as I was standing in front of the bathroom. I snapped back to reality and rushed to my bedroom.

I dug through my dresser and found a fresh t-shirt and some clean boxers. I stripped off my clothes and changed.

I stood there for a moment, in deep thought. There I was, trying to be close to Chloe, and I allowed my primal instincts to dictate my actions and I took advantage of my emotionally damaged sister. I felt incredibly vulnerable and weak-minded; not even being able to control the sexual drive that pulls all of us, even in front of my sister who needed her brother and not whatever I had become.

I left my room and started down the hallway. I noticed Chloe was still in the bathroom with the water faucet running as I made my way down the stairs.

I entered the kitchen to the smell of spaghetti and garlic bread. My parents already had their plates filled with food and were sitting at the dining table. As usual, they didn't bother to wait for us and had already begun to pick at their food. A small miracle, I realized.

After filling my plate to the brim with spaghetti, I joined them at the table and began eating.

"This is really great mom," I said between bites.

I was anxious to hear them bring up any topic other than what had just happened upstairs. Chloe was still in the bathroom and I feared the worst. Oh God, I hope they didn't hear anything, I thought.

"Oh, thanks honey. It's the same recipe as always, though. Where's Chloe?" Mom asked.

"She just had to use the bathroom, she'll be down in a minute," I answered. I felt like I was surrounded by suspicious glares from both my parents.

"Thanks for spending time with her. I know she misses her brother."

I choked on the spaghetti in my mouth and coughed.

"You okay, son?"

I looked to my right at my father. Mom always addressed me as 'Erik' and Dad as 'son," except when he was saying goodbye.

"I'm fine," I said, looking to my dad. I felt three feet tall as I peered into his dark brown eyes.

Looking to my mom I said, "Sure, Mom, it's no problem. I missed her too." I couldn't help but feel anxious from their probing.

They aren't probing you, you're just being paranoid. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. It already happened, there was no point in being nervous around my parents. They either knew or they didn't, and given their current behaviour, it was probably the latter.

After my mental revelation, I calmed down. There was no point in being distraught over something I had no control over.

We ate silently for a few minutes before Chloe finally made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. She was wearing a blue sports bra that exposed her toned belly and matching shorts that barely went halfway down her upper legs. I could see the faint outline of her nipples poking through the stretched material. Her dark red hair was tightly wrapped in two ponytails, one at the base of her head and the other about halfway down, holding the hair in place. She looked incredible.

"There you are!" my mother exclaimed. "Hurry and eat! The bread is getting cold."

Chloe shrugged in response and made her way to the stove area to fix her plate.

"You look flushed, Chloe, were you two doing aerobics upstairs?" my mother asked.

I could feel my heart thumping in my chest at the sudden question about her appearance.

"Yeah, Mom. Erik wanted to see my workout routine so I showed him."

She fished a fork from the utensil drawer and joined us at the table. Other than her flushed cheeks, she looked clean and dry. I rationalized she probably gave herself a short sponge bath before changing and coming downstairs.

"Nothing like some exercise to lift the spirits," my father said, almost disinterested.

I suddenly felt bad for my father. While I was away at college, he was here the whole time, watching this beautiful girl bounce around the house. My mom was no slouch in the looks department but both of them had started to 'let themselves go' years ago. She was thicker than she used to be, and he was much thicker than he used to be.

"It certainly did that," Chloe said. She gave me a knowing grin.

I just smiled in return and went back to devouring my food.

For some reason, despite the social ramifications, I was proud that she enjoyed what happened between us. I was still terribly ashamed, but I couldn't help but feel excited that this incredible beauty was mine for the taking. The taboo nature of where our relationship was going had long stopped being a problem for me, physically at least. I was fully and utterly seduced, as far as I was concerned, the moment I held her in my arms this morning. She was a knockout, a ten out of ten, and was attracted to me despite the boundaries set forth by nature and society. This only slightly alleviated my feeling of deep guilt, however.

"Any plans tonight?" I heard my mother ask to no one in particular.

I had a mouthful of spaghetti in my mouth when Chloe spoke up. "Nothing planned, Mom. I was hoping Erik would watch some more movies with me but I haven't asked."

She didn't have to.

"You guys should go out! Invite Anna and make a night of it!"

I was still chewing but I was eager to tell Chloe that I would watch movies with her. I wasn't sure how much she was willing to reveal to our parents about what happened and I didn't want to find out.

"Nah, I just feel like staying in. I was really hoping to spend more time with Erik," Chloe responded, shyly staring down at her plate.

"Sure, Chloe, I'll stay here," I said, forcing the partially chewed food down my throat. I coughed and choked again.

"Let me get you something to drink," my mother said before moving to cupboard and fetching me a glass of tea.

We ate in silence for the majority of the meal with the occasional question about basketball or school. I gave mostly short or one word answers, instead focusing more on eating and not saying something incriminating about what really happened upstairs.

Despite being the last to start eating, Chloe picked up her plate and brought it to the sink and ran it under the water. She had only prepared a small amount of spaghetti, not even adding any tomato sauce or meatballs to flavor it, and a single piece of garlic bread. I felt like a neanderthal, devouring any and all food within my reach, while she carefully watched her portions.

As Chloe made her way to the staircase, I heard a soft 'plop' and noticed she dropped her phone on the plush rug in front of the first step. Instead of simply kneeling down and picking it up, she kept her legs straight and bent down at a ninety degree angle and reached for it. I stared in shock as her underwear was clearly outlined through her thin gym shorts. Her full, delicious ass was clinging tightly to the material, testing its durability. I could feel the seeds of arousal run through me and my cock was becoming tight in my pants. After what was only a few seconds, she gracefully straightened her body and rushed upstairs. Did she do that on purpose?

My mother, blissfully unaware, was still picking food off her plate, but I noticed my father looking towards where Chloe was standing, also a spectator to Chloe's display. Who could blame him? I wondered.

After patting my chest and letting out a controlled belch, I brought my plate to the sink and made my way to the staircase.

"Thanks for the food," I said, "It was great."

Before someone had a chance to respond, I bolted upstairs for Chloe's room. Our sudden interruption earlier allowed my thoughts to fester for far too long and I was desperate to talk to Chloe and make sense out of what happened.

Without knocking, I opened her bedroom door and entered. She was opening a blu ray case and walking to her TV. Just as a precaution, I locked the door.

"We need to talk about what happened," I said sternly, looking towards her.

She pushed a disc inside the blu ray player and walked around her bed before lying down on top of the covers.

"What's there to talk about?" she asked. "Are you coming?"

I sighed at her last question and again felt my cock tingle in excitement. I walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge of her bed, looking down at her.

"Look, I know you're probably confused about what happened but it's not your fault. I was trying to help you and.." I momentarily trailed off as I stared down at her. Her head was resting on her hands and her legs were crossed below her, her gym shorts leaving little to the imagination as her long, creamy legs were enticingly displayed. With her elbows out to her sides, her chest was proudly perked up, the sports bra rising up her absurdly proportioned chest as her upper body stretched.

"Well?" Chloe asked as I lost my train of thought.

"Well, it's just.. You're just so beautiful, Chloe. I took advantage of you. It was wrong and selfish of me."

She smiled shyly and sat up to kiss me on the cheek. "It's okay, Erik. I got caught up, too. You've been so sweet to me, and I've always thought you were handsome."

She paused briefly and stared at her hands before looking up into my eyes, longingly.

I didn't know she thought I was handsome, but compared to her, I was a troll.

She reached forward, grabbing my arm and said "Please, come to bed. I have A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 ready."

"Hang on," I started. She let go of my arm and leaned back into the headboard. Her arms were crossed and she glared at me, disinterested. "We need to talk about what's going on," I explained.

"I need you to understand that none of this was your fault. I'm the worst kind of person for doing what I did and especially for doing it to you. I took advantage of you, plain and simple."

Chloe's expression opened up in empathy as she heard the guilt in my voice.

"No, Erik, I wanted it to happen. I'm equally responsible. You've been my best friend all my life and while you were gone, I missed you. All day you've been so sweet to me and the way you were looking at me just got me so excited. I just wanted to be closer to you. Is that so bad?"

My mind was in a rut. On one hand, I really needed to explain to her that we can't go any further, and on the other hand, she looked incredible in her workout clothes and I was eager to see how far this relationship could go, despite the conflicting moral dilemma waging in my head.

"No, I suppose not," I answered.

Once again, my 'other brain' won out and I stood up and joined Chloe on the bed. I positioned myself on top of the covers next to her.

It was easier to be intimate with her, before, when we were just brother and sister, I realized. Now that the sexual boundary had been crossed between us, I suddenly felt shy being so close to her. She was way out of my league! Instead of wrapping my arm around her or reaching for her hand, my hands were discreetly laying at my sides.

"Look, I know it felt good," I said, emphasizing the word 'felt,' "but that doesn't make it okay."

Chloe reluctantly reached for the remote and paused the movie before crossing her arms and staring at me with her familiar bored expression.

"We haven't seen much of each other over the past couple years, so it's not crazy that we would suddenly be attracted to each other. But we can't let it go any further, Chloe. It's wrong."

She was aiming the remote at the TV, presumably about to resume the movie, when she heard the end of my rant and stopped.

"Why?" she asked. She aimed the remote at the TV and pressed 'play.'

"Because I'm your brother!" I blurted out.

"Why?" she repeated herself. She sounded like the little girl version of herself that didn't accept that she wasn't allowed to do something or go somewhere, instead falling into a rabbit hole of asking "why?" after every explanation.

She giggled lightly before saying, "I'm a big girl now, Erik. I can make my own decisions."

At this point we had both turned on our sides to face each other as the opening credits began to play.

"I know. That's what I'm worried about."

I paused briefly and placed my right hand on her exposed shoulder. I needed to say more and I didn't want her to try to run away from this topic like before.

"You tried to kill yourself, Chloe. You're not yourself. You might feel like you're equally responsible but you're not; you can't be."

My thumb was now gently drawing circles on her shoulder. As I spoke, she just calmly stared into my eyes and I became lost in her bright hazel eyes. Being so close to her, I could feel the primitive side of me preparing for more intimate contact, but that was not what I was here for, so I buried those feelings and focused.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling through my nose, I said, "What I did is like taking advantage of someone when they're drunk. Do you understand that?"

She inched towards me and leaned into my chest. I rolled onto my back, my right arm disconnecting from her shoulder and falling to my side. She slid an arm under my back and hugged my torso before resting her head on my chest. I raised my left arm and draped it around her, my hand resting on her side.

"You're so thick, Erik. Can't you see that you make me feel better? I want this--I've wanted this," she explained.

She snuggled into my chest and tightened her grip around my torso.

I stared, wide eyed, at the ceiling while she held me. Her short revelation left me speechless. 'I've wanted this?'

We had been very close up until about two years ago when I left for college but I didn't feel like it was any closer than normal siblings. I thought back to all the experiences we shared, from when we were children playing with stuffed animals with imaginary voices to when we were in middle school and high school. As we got older, the innocent, childish games naturally vanished but the time we spent together did not change. Even as we found friends closer to our age, we would still spend most evenings playing video games or watching movies together, reclined on the couch. She even made me dinner almost every evening that our mother was preoccupied with work or social events, usually simple meals like mac 'n cheese but eventually graduating to more complicated dishes. I truly didn't feel like this behaviour was unnatural for siblings but was it possible that I was a dense idiot and missed all the signs?

I looked at the girl wrapped around me, no longer just my sister, and mustered the courage to ask, "Is that why..."

"No," she said, startling me. "Let's not talk about it anymore." Her demeanor up until now had been mostly calm and retracted but her sudden interruption felt rash and passionate.

Still, I probed further, "So it wasn't because.."

"No, it had nothing to do with you," she again interrupted me. She paused briefly and took a deep breath before continuing, "I just felt overwhelmed for a moment and let it get the best of me. I changed my mind anyway and puked them out."

At first, we were both silent after she said this. It was the first time she mentioned what had happened and I felt like I was making a breakthrough. I felt exhilarated at the prospect that I might not have irrevocably caused further damage to this person, whom I loved so much, with my careless, aggressive behavior from earlier. I waited, patiently, for her to continue when I heard her stifle a few sniffles.

"Are you okay, Chloe?" I asked.

I heard her sniffle a few more times, more openly this time, before continuing, "I just feel so stupid. I, I.." she trailed off and I noticed she was letting out small sobs against my chest.

I started petting her head with my right hand and held her close to me with my left arm.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, Chloe. It's alright, we don't have to talk about it anymore" I told her as she continued to sob on my chest. "It doesn't matter why you did it."