Broken Pieces

"You saved me Andy," I said, my voice sounding a bit amazed. Andy looked a little sheepish and shrugged.

"I wasn't even thinking. I just saw you were hurt," he explained and I nodded.

"I don't deserve you Andy," I said, tears once again coming to my eyes, "I am so terrible to you, and you are so good to me." Andy's eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

"Roxie, you are my sister. It isn't about deserving...or whatever. I will always love you," he said. I felt my heart swell (I mean that literally, it felt full somehow).

"I..." I started. I wanted to say something meaningful to Andy. I wanted to say that I was sorry I had abandoned him for so long and forgotten him. I had never felt like I deserved the way he always seemed to look up to me. I wanted to apologize for getting frustrated with him and for yelling. I wanted to apologize for calling him stupid; I was the stupid one. I wanted to apologize for not coming home that night. I wanted him to know that I was sorry that he had to protect me and take care of me, because those things were not his responsibility. But more than apologize, what I really, really wanted to do was to tell him that I loved him. Because I really did. He was my Brother, and I loved him. He needed to hear me say it.

But my mouth continued to strain around words. Andy looked at me as my mouth opened and closed impotently. I could hear the words as they would sound coming out of my mouth. I could hear how I wanted them to sound, but I knew if I spoke, it would be wrong. Everything I always did was wrong. I couldn't even go out for a one night stand with a desperate asshole without screwing it up. This would be no different. I was so terrible at expressing my thoughts, especially my feelings, that I knew I would just make it worse. It would sound like I was trying to make myself feel better rather than trying to express myself to Andy. It would just be me, trying to get out of the guilt and shame that I deserved for being so terrible to him. I would end up getting frustrated again, maybe getting angry again. In fact, I was already getting frustrated. I badly wanted to speak with Andy but I couldn't.

I'd never been good at anything. No wait, that wasn't true. There was one thing I was good at. The only thing anyone had ever really wanted me for. Yes, my shame and my total lack of self-worth made me a really wonderful slut. My father had been right, that was all I was good for. I could fuck. I'd sucked a couple of hundred dicks in my life and everyone said I was great at it. So I had been out in the hallway just a short time before, ready to blow a stranger who I hated, but here I was unable to tell my brother how I felt about him. Could I get any more disgusting?

"Roxie, are you okay? Is it happening again?" Andy said after a long while. My eyes had sort of glazed over while I had been paralyzed with indecision. I turned and looked at my brother now. He still looked pensive and he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

""No, I am...okay," I lied. Then I found myself looking at Andy and wondering what to do next. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants as pajamas. For some reason my eyes found themselves glancing between his legs. I could see the slight outline of Andy's cock in his sweatpants. At first I was disgusted with myself for even noticing it. But then, something strange began to percolate in my mind.

For a moment I wondered if my older brother was still a virgin. I don't know why that idea came to mind, but I quickly concluded that he probably was. He'd always lived with my parents. I thought about the irony that I desperately wanted to show my brother how badly I cared for him, and the only way I really knew how to do that well was the one thing I could not do to my brother, the one thing he'd probably never done. It was the only thing I was good at, and I couldn't share it with the only person who deserved it.

Then, most strange thought occurred to me. Why not? For a second, that thought just stuck in my mind like a wedge. I didn't even really understand what it meant. Then, the full implication dawned on me. Why not? Why couldn't I do something "nice" for my brother? He was missing out on a vital life experience and I was good at it. Further, he had been depressed about my parents, what better way to cheer him up? What was the harm? I expected to find obvious disgust for this thought (lord knows, I had a deep well of self-disgust to access if I wanted it), but I didn't find it there. I had never looked at sex with way other girls did, as something you did with people you love. Or to find love. Or whatever. I'd always looked at it as the only way I could express myself. So why not express myself to my brother? It didn't mean anything in and of itself. But this time, it would allow me to say what I could not say. I would actually be expressing love. Using sex the way I was supposed to. He would know that I cared for him, and that is really what I wanted. And what he needed.

I have to believe that a big part of why I did what I did next was born from those thoughts. But there was another aspect as well. One that I didn't consciously think about at that time, but which in retrospect seems like something important to note. I was extremely drunk. I went out that night with a man and had every intention of cutting loose and getting laid. I had been extremely horny during my date, ready to fuck Rich even if he was a pudgy bastard. Now I was back, sexually frustrated and projecting lust on top of the real admiration I felt for my brother for saving me. Like I said before, my brother was a big, handsome guy and to my drink-blurred eyes, he looked better than Rich. By a long shot. But like I said, I wasn't really thinking about this. I was thinking about thanking and apologizing to my brother.

I slipped off the bed and landed on my knees on the floor. For a second, Andy looked a little concerned, like he thought I was hurt. But I waved him off and he sat back down. I crawled over toward him on my hands and knees. I could feel the way my ass ticked side to side in my skirt and the way my small, perky breasts hung down in my low cut shirt as I moved. I saw Andy looking at me and I wondered if he thought that I looked good. He still looked largely concerned, but he was not moving.

"Are you okay Roxie?" he asked, I saw his eyes move over my body. At first I just nodded and bit my lower lip. I put on the whole act for him, I knew what men liked so I gave it to him. Finally, I crossed the distance between us so that I was right in front of Andy.

"Roxie, did you hurt your leg or something? Do you need help up," he said. I realized that I was now one of those girls, throwing myself at Andy and watching my efforts go unnoticed. I decided to be more direct. I sat up quickly on my knees and wondered if he noticed by breasts bouncing. I brought my arms down on top of Andy's thighs, sort of crossing my arms. I pressed my breasts against his knees and laid my head on my arms, in his lap. Andy's muscles seemed a little tense, like he did not know what I was thinking.

"I am just fine, here with you," I said. I looked up now, giving Andy a doe-eyed stare. Andy smiled at me, but still seemed a little put out by my sudden change in behavior.

"If you are feeling better? Maybe you should go to bed," Andy offered and I smiled.

"But I am not tired yet Andy," I said. But Andy sort of shrugged. I realized that any brother, not just Andy, would have a hard time with these signals. I decided to get still more direct.

"Andy, I really appreciate all the help you gave me tonight. It was...a bad night. A really bad day. And you were really good to me," I explained. Andy smiled and gently rubbed my hair.

"You'd do the same for me. We are family," he said. This certainly wasn't going where I wanted.

"Andy, do you trust me?" I asked now. Andy furrowed his brow, apparently trying to figure out what I was getting at. But eventually he shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah, sure I do Roxie," he said.

"I want to do something to...pay you back for the help you gave me today," I said. Andy shook his head.

"You don't have to do that," he said modestly and once again stroked my hair. I doubt that he realized his touch was driving me crazy. But it was.

"I want to. Will you trust me that this will be fun?" I asked playfully. Andy still looked like he was not sure what I was implying, but why wouldn't he trust me?

"Okay," he said uneasily. I unfolded my hands from on Andy's lap. I turned my body slightly to the side so I could slip between Andy's knees. I felt my heart in my throat and my body felt like it was vibrating, like I always did with someone the first time. I was not longer thinking about the fact that Andy was my brother. This was the thing I did. This was what I was good at. I was just enjoying the feeling of having a purpose.

I reached up and placed my hands on the waistband of Andy's sweatpants, slipping my fingers inside the elastic. Andy's skin felt warm on my hands. But I felt him jump.

"Roxie! What are you doing?" he asked, sounding almost panicked. He squirmed slightly on the bed.

"Shh, shh, shh," I soothed, "Remember, you said you'd trust me." I said. Andy moved a little less now, but he was still looking at me strangely.

"What are you doing Roxie?" he asked in a voice that implied he knew exactly what I was doing, but couldn't believe it.

"You'll see," I said, and I gave a quick yank on Andy's pants. They slipped down to around the mid-point of his thigh. Andy let out a surprised yelp and moved back slightly on the bed. This only served to pull his pants down a little farther. It also caused his cock to bounce up between his legs. My breath caught in my throat. Andy's cock was... nice. Like really nice. It was around 6 and half inches long and extremely thick but completely flaccid. I could tell by the way it looked that it was going to get a lot bigger when he got hard. I had seen a lot of cocks in my day and he was definitely in the top 5%. His balls hung low and I wanted to get the cum inside of them out (Like I said, I was in my element now, I thought in a completely different way than I normally did. With purpose). My mouth was watering.

"Roxie...my pants!" Andy said, looking extremely flustered. His face was bright red and he looked extremely embarrassed (and very cute). He reached down try to grab the waistband of his pants, but I pushed his hand away. Instead, I reached forward and wrapped my left hand around Andy's cock. It felt hot and dense in my hand, with a tremendous weight. Once again, Andy let out a surprised yelp.

"Roxie, what are you doing?" Andy asked now. His eyes were wide and he was looking down between his legs. He was no longer moving, too entranced by what he saw. I moved my hand gently over his cock, letting my fingers slide down the length of his shaft to the tip. I could feel the blood pulsing in it and the heat he produced. I loved the way it felt to hold a cock as it went from soft to hard, to feel the effect I had on a man.

"I am going to make you feel good," I said, letting my hand slid back down his cock, letting my fingers touch his hot, heavy balls. My mouth was watering. My nipples felt hard, pressing against the fabric of my bra, and my pussy was already sopping wet, making the insides of my legs feel slick.

"I know what you are doing, Roxie," Andy said now very seriously,

"How do you know, have you ever done this with anyone before?" I asked. Andy somehow managed to blush deeper.

"No," he said, "But I know what it is and you can't do this!" He squirmed some more, but not so much that he risked getting away. I had him now.

"Why can't I? Don't you want it? You are big, strong young man. Don't you ever get...desires?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Your my sister!" he said, but even as he said the last word, I leaned forward slightly, lifted his cock up, and pressed my lips against the circumcised tip. Andy groaned deeply when I did it, barely finishing the last word. His skin felt smooth against my lips, and incredibly warm. I kept my lips there for a second. My eyes were open and I looked up at my brother. He looked completely anxious, but also like, despite himself, he was enjoying my touch. I realized that I almost had him now. I pulled my lips away.

"I am your sister," I said, speaking with my mouth so close to his cock that he must've felt my breath on it, "But I am also a woman. You are my brother. But you are also a man. This is what men and women do," I said. I stuck my tongue out and rubbed it gently along the cleft bottom of Andy's cock. I heard him suck in breath quickly.

"Roxie!" was all he said, he was looking at my pink tongue intently.

"Tell you what," I said, sliding my tongue off my brother's dick, "I will do one more thing. It will take...I don't know...five seconds. If you like that I will keep going. If you want me to stop after that, I will stop and we won't ever have to talk about it again. Okay?" I asked, my voice humming seductively and my breath likely cooling my brother's now-wet cock. It was already beginning to harden, I could feel it swelling in my hand. He looked around the room for a moment, like he was searching for help in making this decision. Finally, he looked at me between his legs.

"Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He was looking at me intently, it was clear he was facing an internal struggle. I wanted to make this choice easy.

"Good decision," I said. I didn't give him time to change his mind now. I opened my mouth widely and let the tip of my brother's cock slip into my mouth. It was still somewhat spongy and felt hot against my tongue. I could feel Andy's muscles tighten all through his body. I placed my free hand against Andy's thigh, rubbing it gently to try to calm him.

But I kept moving forward at the same time. I felt Andy's cock sliding across my tongue and the way his urethra felt against it. I loved the feeling of his shaft pressing against my tight lips and reveled in the way I could feel the cock growing hard in my mouth. Andy's skin was very warm, almost hot against my tongue and tasted salty but clean. I rubbed my tongue against the bottom of his shaft, savoring that flavor. I groaned, it felt so good to be doing this, so good to be doing what I did well.

Andy's body was still tense, but he did not do anything to stop me. So I didn't stop. Inch by inch, Andy's cock was slowly pushing deeper and deeper into my mouth. But even as it was going in, Andy was growing more aroused and he cock grew longer. And harder. After a few seconds, I found my nose pressed all the way into Andy's belly and my chin resting on his hot, swollen balls. But the six inch cock I'd fed into my mouth had grown to around 8 and a half inches in length and was so thick my jaw stretched to hold it. I could feel the now-hard tip of Andy's cock pressing against the back of my throat. I cannot describe to you how wonderful I felt in that moment. I wanted nothing more than to stay there forever. But I had a promise to keep.

I allowed my gag reflex to act. Yes, allowed. I have a good deal of control over that. Lot's of practice. I felt my body seize slightly and then my mouth filled with thick saliva. I let an inch of my brother's cock slip out of my mouth. I moved my left hand back up, wrapping it around the slick, wet base of Andy's shaft. I slowly slipped the rest of Andy's cock out of my throat and mouth. I let it bathe in the thick saliva I'd produced as I pulled it out. Eventually, just the hard tip remained inside of me, the rest slick, wet, and cool. I sucked sharply, pulling my saliva off of Andy's cock and swallowing it down. I finally, I popped Andy's cock entirely out of my mouth and looked up at him, smiling.

"There you go Andy," I said, licking my lips, "Do you want me to stop now?" I asked. As I spoke, I pressed my breasts more closely against his knees and rubbed my hand gently up and down his shaft. Andy's eyes were wide and his mouth was open. He was looked down at my hand on his cock and looked completely stunned. I leaned forward again and kissed the tip of his cock.

"You awake Andy?" I asked. My lips against his shaft seemed to waken him. His eyes focused and he looked up at me. His face was still red with embarrassment, but he smiled at me self-consciously.

"Sorry Roxie," he said and for a half second I thought he was going to tell me to stop. I wasn't even good at sucking cock anymore, "I was just...I've never felt anything like that." He said. I smiled again, maybe this wasn't over. I nodded at him as I continued to slowly, gently stroke his dick.

"That is just the start. It will feel so much better. If..." I said, pausing dramatically, "You let me finish." For a half second, Andy paused again. But I kept up the pressure on his cock. I could feel his muscles twitching with each of my movements.

"Well..." he said.

"You have such a big, pretty cock Buddy, let me suck it," I said in a girly voice.

"Please Roxie," Andy said, his voice sounding strained, "Please do it." Once again, I didn't want to give Andy any time to change his mind. Instantly, I opened my mouth again and popped the warm top of Andy's cock into my mouth. For a moment, I swirled my tongue around on the tip, feeling the salty flavor of Andy's pre-cum this time. He was clearly aroused and it made me feel sexy that I was able to do that.

I tried to move as quickly as possible, I made my lips loose and my tongue flat and wet. In just a few seconds I felt as Andy's big cock slipped easily through my mouth and down into my throat. I couldn't breathe, but I kept Andy's cock buried there. I rubbed my tongue against the base of Andy's cock, even slipping it out slightly to rub against his balls. I pulled my cheeks in tight, making sure that Andy's hard shaft felt the soft, pillowy wetness inside my mouth. I kept it there for as long as I could stand not to breath, just massaging my brother's cock with my mouth and throat.

When I felt like I desperately needed to breathe I pushed harder, driving Andy's cock deep into my throat. I choked then and I felt my throat squeeze Andy's cock. Then I carefully slipped his dick out of my throat and through my mouth. I kept my tongue moving and my cheeks and lips tight as Andy's cock slipped out of me. When Only Andy's tip remained in my mouth I took a deep breath. I bathed his tip in my warm saliva while I tried to catch my breath. My eyes were watering, but the light-headed feeling was nice.

Now I started to move more quickly. I kept my throat open and once again shoved Andy's hard cock into it. Once I felt my chin press into Andy's balls I immediately pulled it back out. Now I started to work into a rhythm, driving Andy's cock into my throat and then pulled out until just the tip remained inside of me at a very quick clip. I kept my lips tight and my tongue soft and wet at the base of my mouth while I bobbed my head up and down on my brother's cock.

Usually, a guy would put his hand on my head, pull my hair, or at the very least say something lewd while I was sucking his cock. Generally, I didn't mind that stuff. It let me know that I was getting a reaction. I could feel Andy's muscles tense against my body, but other than that, I gave no reaction. I usually kept my eyes closed while I sucked cock, but Andy's lack of reaction had me nervous. I opened my eyes and looked up at Andy. His eyes were closed and his hand was over his mouth. He was completely still, except I could see that his hand was trembling. I heard a low groan emanate from his throat, and I knew that I was giving him a kind of pleasure that was almost too much for him to handle. I had frozen him in his tracks.

For some reason, Andy's reaction to my blowjob was incredibly arousing to me. As I looked up at him, enjoying my actions, I felt a surge of sexual energy through my body. My nipples ached against my shirt and pressed into Andy's knees. I could feel a familiar hot dampness between my legs. As my head continued to bounced up and down on Andy's cock I decided that I wanted in on the action. I needed to feel something as well.