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Author’s note:
As with all my stories all the character including the main characters which are involved in sexual situations are 18 or over.
All my stories are written in UK English using UK grammer, spelling and prose. So if my being from the UK and writing as such bothers you then please, move on.
This story is inspired by three things. One being an Algerian folk song called, one which I won’t name but I’m sure you’ve heard and the second being two films about being taken and then rescued. This is my own story and is not plagiarised from any other materials.
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Today is a day I’m looking forward to. Because today Mike, my boyfriend is taking me on an overnight stay at the Hyatt Hotel in the city centre. I’d meet him at the train station near the hotel as I wasn’t ready to bring him home just yet. This is the first time we’ve been together in a while and it’s hard. Hard and tiring because of the amount of work we both have to do on our degree’s respectively.
Even though I’ve been impatiently waiting for this day to come I wasn’t ready to give Mike my address. He’d had to earn the right to receive that information. Even the professors at uni had to wake me out of my daydream a few times. I’ve still managed to get my assignments in but it’s been close on a few occasions.
I’ve still got enough time as it’s just coming to lunch time now. My brother Jason is probably at his weekend art lessons. He had an innate talent to be able to paint in any style he chooses. I’ve always been proud if not a little jealous about just how good he is.
That’s probably one of the reasons why I’ve reluctantly ended up with a boyfriend. I used to start thinking too much about Jason to the point where I’d follow him everywhere and I know I still think about my brother a lot. At the time I didn’t know I was in love with him. I just wanted to be with him and do everything with him and him only. It was nan who kept stopping us getting closer and demanded more than suggested it might be time I looked elsewhere for more than just companionship.
I started to resent her even though me and nan have always been close. When I was younger, mom would drop me and Jason off at Nan’s whilst she did a shift at the local doctor’s surgery. With the amount mom worked, nan and I became really close. I used to love that woman and would’ve done anything for her.
I ended up not wanting to talk to her whilst I was there. She’d take us out on walks, shopping trips, picnics and everything else in between. But I wanted to experience all those things with Jason only. Sometimes she’d say to mom that we were staying the night. Mom of course was more than happy about this and agreed rather quickly.
Now don’t get me wrong mom didn’t hate me but with the amount of hours she did and the stress of dealing with all those patients; all she wanted to do once home was hit the shower and sleep all night ready for tomorrow. To me she sometimes felt like a mindless robot drone of some kind. Not that I thought she was that. I just thought that sometimes.
***
“Where’s Jason, Sylvia?”
“He’s supposed to be home from the art lessons now. He said he would be. That boy knows better than to worry his mother this much”
“Don’t worry mom. He texted me five minutes ago. He said he’ll be here within half an hour and to leave his share of the lunch in the fridge.”
“At least you’ve told me now. Don’t stay down too late because you’ve got that overnight stay, remember?”
“Ok, I’ll just finish my lunch then I’ll get my stuff together”. Mom thought I was staying with one of my female friends. Which wasn’t the case at all, not even close.
With that I carried on working through my lunch. Mom always knew how to make the best lunches. She just has a knack for cooking, even when she’s not trying.
Once I finished my lunch, I deposited my plate and utensils in the dishwasher. I grabbed the wash cloth and using some cleaning spray I cleaned up the surfaces and any mess I made. Then I started to head to my room as I still had to pack.
I skipped my room and went straight for the shower. I got the water running and adjusted the temperature to just the right level that I liked. I stripped and stepped in. Starting with making sure that my hair was adequately drenched. I shampooed my hair and soaped up my body.
Taking my time I focused my hand towards my clit. Thinking about what Mike and I would do in a few hours left me wanting more than ever for Jason to be there instead of Mike. That first touch is always the most exquisite. In all my years this feeling’s never gotten old. It’s like my first time touching myself all over again.
Anyway, I started slowly strumming my clit. I liked it this way as I didn’t like being immediately overtaken by an orgasm. I was stroking lightly starting off small and gradually getting firmer with my strokes and faster too. I could feel that an almighty surge build up into an uncontrollable feeling. It came as always and caught me by surprise. It felt as if safranbolu escort it shook my soul.
I wasn’t able to hold on and slumped to the floor of the shower. I just sat there enjoying the feeling of both the water and cumming. I stayed there until I was sure I could stand. Then I finished showering.
Drying myself in the shower, I wrapped a towel over my body and one over my hair. I walked out of that room and made my way to mine. I realised that Jason was back and he was in his room. He was obviously too busy as he left his door open.
I got to his door and peered in to see if he was actually there or was my imagination playing with me again. I found him sitting at his desk with YouTube open on his PC. I was about to speak and ask how he is when he started to play some sort of folk song. The guitar at the beginning of it was amazing and even though I couldn’t understand the language; the lyrics were sung beautifully.
I looked at Jason and he had his eyes closed whilst tapping the beat on his knees. Whilst this he was also rocking to the song. I had my hand at the knot of the towel and instinctively started to tap the same beat. I then closed my eyes as my brother has done and just enjoyed the song whilst tapping the beat lightly on my chest.
It felt like I was transported somewhere in Morocco or Algeria. I felt like I was listening to them actually singing in their tents with a fire going outside. The Arabian tea was being made and I was sure I could smell the aroma. The stars were out and lit the land beautifully.
Eventually the song had finished and I opened my eyes. I looked at Jason and felt the same feelings again. I shook my head reluctantly and made my way to my room to finish getting ready. I couldn’t forget how at peace Jason looked as he just sat there even though the song had finished. If he wasn’t my brother then I’m pretty sure he’d be my boyfriend.
“Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhh. Fuck there I go again. Why can’t I have the one man who I know would be perfect for me. FFFFUUUCCCKKK why does life have to be unfair.” I said as I admonished myself for letting myself go like that knowing that someone could be hearing. Fuck I wanted Jason and I wanted him to know. aarrrrrggggghhhh.
***
“Where are you going, Syl?”
“Out to stay at a friend’s for the night.”
“A he friend or a she friend?”
“Don’t worry it’s some guy from uni I’m dating. He doesn’t know where I live. I’ll be safe don’t worry.”
“I’ll always worry about m…. Sorry I’ll always worry about you Syl. Part of being your bigger brother.”
“Well I’m a grown woman now and I can give as good as I get. Don’t worry Jason. Anyway I gotta dash as I’ll be late if I stay any longer…. Love you Jason.”
“I love you Sylvia.”. We hugged as he said this. I was sure I could feel his heart beating really really fast. Before this I was sure he didn’t feel that way about me. But now I was almost certain that he did. Outwardly, he didn’t give any sign not so much as a hard on. But his heartbeat gave his feelings away.
“Don’t hope Sylvia, you’ve got that stupid date with Mike remember” I said as I walking out of my house. As I was walking down the street I tried to forget about feeling Jason’s heartbeat. But I just couldn’t do it. Every time I finished a task or turned a corner then that memory would come back.
I turned the final corner and made my way up the slope to the platform. Near there would be the automatic ticket machine from which I could get the ticket plus a return for tomorrow at around lunch time. Once I’d got the tickets I sat on the bench to wait for the train.
As I sat I could still feel his heartbeat. It was a weird kind of ego boost knowing that I could make my own brother feel like that. I was just too scared to allow myself to let my own feelings out. Lost in my thoughts I’d almost missedy train. I was getting a gut feeling that this might not have been a good idea and that I should’ve told Jason how I felt.
I arrived at the hotel with just enough time to use the ladies room and freshen my make up. I got to the desk and gave my name. They told me to head to the 15th floor and head to room 1517. I was given a smart card to allow access to the room. Apparently Mike had the other card and was already waiting up there.
As I passed the lobby I noticed a fire exit diagram on the wall. After watching films where the female is captured or kidnapped, I didn’t want to take any chances and familiarised myself with the location of all the stairs, lifts and exits. I got to the lift and entered. Pressing the button for the 15th floor I hoped that my gut was wrong about this. As I got to the room I remembered that in the past my gut was never wrong.
***
I scanned the card on the black area built into the door handle. I opened the door and entered. What appeared before me was something completely the opposite of what I was thinking or looking forward to.
At the far end of the room were two men in the sixties, sakarya escort naked as a jaybird and drunk out of their faces. Stood at the vanity desk was another man in his 40’s taking what looked like ropes out of a black duffle bag. Mike was on the bed facing me whilst snorting contraband up his nose. He lifted his head and saw me.
What I was presented with was a scene out of films where the lady gets taken and is never seen again. There were ropes, narcotics and other paraphernalia that scared me to my core. I thought this guy was at least gonna be the guy that would make me forget about my brother. But as it looked I was starting to realise that this may not be the case.
My mind quickly started to think of a way to escape my predicament whilst trying to negotiate with Mike. I was still standing at the door so I exited quickly and ran to a fire exit at the opposite end of the floor. I was hoping they’d stumble and by the time they got to the lobby, I was already gone, nowhere to be seen or heard.
I ran down the stairs. I got to the bottom and instead of going into the lobby like they’d be expected, I went out the fire door not caring about the alarm I just set off. I was more concerned about my safety than their procedures.
Not looking back I ran for the train station. I knew there would be taxis there waiting so I wouldn’t have to wait for the train. I approached a taxi and made sure that only the driver was in there before I entered. I told him where to go and sat down ducking my head down so as not to alert those men if they were looking for me.
As they were still using contactless payments I paid for my fare on my phone once we reached my house. I ran to our front door and quickly opened it. When I got through it I made sure to lock it and even shoved a chair to it. I was breathing hard trying to get my composure back. I was almost scared to breathe and I could not shake that feeling.
After around 20 minutes of sitting there I texted Mike to say I’ve reported him to the police and don’t want anything to do with him. He shot back saying he’d find me and make me pay. I was sure he didn’t know where I lived as I never told him.
***
“What are you doing sitting there Syl?” It was Jason climbing down the final few steps on the staircase. I ran to him and embraced him sobbing for a while when I realised the seriousness of the situation I could’ve been in.
“Mike’s not who he said he was. I got there and there were 3 other men there all naked and one of them even had a rope. I’m sure they were gonna tie me up and do god know what else to me. Oh Jase I’m so scared.” I had to tell him the truth I got sucked in with Mike’s lies.
Jason just stood there hugging me tight to his body. I had my head just above his left pectoral muscle and could here his heart beating strong. It wasn’t that fast but fast enough. It felt amazing. It felt reassuring. It felt like this is what love is supposed to be.
“Come up. I’ll take you to your bedroom.”
“NO, can I sleep with you today. I’m too scared to be on my own, please.”
“Ok sure. I can do that. But no encroaching into my side of the bed.”
“Thanks Jason. You’re the best.”
We went up and I was escorted to my room to change out of what I was wearing into something more comfortable. I made my way to the bathroom and did my nightly routine. Once out of the bathroom I went to Jason’s door and knocked.
“Come in, Syl.”
“Thanks Jase. I’m too scared to sleep alone tonight at least. I hope you don’t mind if I come back tomorrow and the next few as well.”
“Sure, Syl. Anything to help.”
As I got into bed and made myself comfortable on my side I noticed that Jason slept in his boxers. Then I remember he had a brief bout of psoriasis when he was younger and felt more comfortable sleeping like this. I wanted to hug him, to spoon him. I wanted to feel his skin touching mine.
Those feelings were back and this time I didn’t stop them from surfacing. Mike had tricked me and I felt in some way so did Nan. I mean laying with Jason gave me a safe and secure feeling. I felt like I was home. “he IS my home.” I Thought to myself as I dropped a few tears. With him is where I belonged all along. So I decided I would give into my long buried feelings and allow myself to fall for my brother.
I’ve known him all my life. So far he hasn’t tried to peek when I’m in the shower, hasn’t tried to deliberately touch, force him self on me or even admit that he’s got feelings for me. I know in my heart that this man next to me would treat me like I’d always imagined.
After tossing and turning we instinctively spooned. Jason purposefully kept his hips away and only his chest, stomach, knees, legs and feet were touching me. Obviously he was holding me like anyone did when spooning. We both went to sleep not long after. This is what I was looking for. This comfort and this Man.
***
I got the feeling like I was being watched. It wasn’t a bad feeling like I got serdivan escort back at the hotel. I felt as if I was being appreciated. Someone was admiring me and that made me feel special, feel wanted. I opened my eyes and realised I was in Jason’s room. I knew why I was there so I wasn’t scared of being in his room.
“Hello, sleepyhead.” Jason said in a soft whisper
“Hi,” I didn’t know what else to say.
“Can I say something to you Syl?”
“Sure. You know you can trust me.”
“Yesterday, when you came out of the shower. You stopped at my doorway whilst in a towel. I was playing a song on YouTube and had my eyes closed when I noticed your presence. You had your eyes closed and was tapping your shoulder in sync with the beat. I don’t know why but at that time you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you always will be.”
“I don’t mean to freak you out or anything but I’ve always felt this way. If you’re asking why I let you go out and meet boys then I’d say I just wanted you to be happy. I love you Sylvia like a brother and so much more than that. I wanted you to be happy even if it was with someone else.”
I reached up and caressed his right cheek with my left hand. He took my hand and kissed it, lovingly, tenderly and with an undertone of passion. I get up and sit next to him resting my shoulders against the headboard with his shoulder touching mine. I reached down and held his hand, entwining our fingers together.
“I’ve always had feelings of an attraction to you, Jason. I didn’t know what it was at the time and Nan keeping us separate didn’t help. I thought that if I started a relationship outside of us then It might make the feelings disappear. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t forget you Jason. And yesterday when you played that song. You made me remember a dream I once had.”
“It’s a short dream but one I’ve never forgotten. In it you and I are sitting in a car at a set of traffic lights. There’s a song playing loud through the stereo. I’m bobbing my head to the song and when I look over I see you doing the same. We look at each other and smile. The lights turn green and I wake up.”
“Only you makes me feel like I did in my dream. Only you can keep me happy all my life. I know it’s a lot to ask but if you’ll accept me then maybe we can try to build a life together. I know it’s going to be hard and there’ll be lots of obstacles along the way but we can work Jason. Please.”
We moved down and ended up lying on the bed facing each other. We kissed a light kiss. His hand made its way to the edge of my shirt. He looked at me as if to ask permission. I nodded a yes and felt as his hand moved towards my tits.
I felt ecstatic as his fingertips touched my nipples. I drew him in and kissed him passionately. His other hand moved towards my pussy.
“You’re wet.” I said wanting him inside me.
“I need you in me Jason.”
He didn’t say anything not that it was needed. He moved over me whilst still lip locked. He hooked his arms under my legs and raised them so his dick could move closer to my pussy. He looked at it with awe and adoration that one might see when one meets their hero. He grinded his dick over my lips and clit and got it nice and wet.
He lined up and pushed ever so slowly. Entering a little then pulling out before entering further. He finally bottomed out. This finally confirmed to me that he is the right man for me. He felt exquisite inside me. I pushed against him to signal that he should do something.
He definitely understood that because he started thrusting ever so slowly. With purpose and precision he continued and gave me feelings I’d never felt before. I could feel a huge orgasm building. My brother’s fucking was getting faster and faster.
“I’m getting close, Syl.”
“Please. Jase, inside me. Only ever inside me.”
He quickened his pace even more and just when I felt his dick expand slightly, he thrust one last time and let it rip. I felt every jet as it shot inside me. Even the last one. I didn’t need to cum as I’d just felt my brother cum inside me and make my his, permanently.
No man or woman would ever get to touch my skin, to kiss my lips, to suckle on my tits. They’ll never taste my pussy or lick out my ass. Every bit of me belongs only to my brother Jason.
*****
I woke up the next morning and looked next to me. I’d been secretly hoping and dreaming that Sylvia could finally be mine. And now lying here, I remembered last night as she said how every part of her belongs to me now.
It’s always been there. The feeling of wanting to be close to her. To touch her and to feel her next to me. But I also knew that Nan like Sylvia had mentioned didn’t like us getting as close as we’d want.
For instance, if I’m getting Syl a birthday gift then she’d make sure it’s something generic. If I wanted to just show how much I love her and get a gift to demonstrate as such. Then she’d put a stop to it immediately saying if her cousin didn’t do such things then neither could I.
She didn’t mind us playing in the playgrounds or at home with Lego. But to cuddle together or hold hands or anything of a similar nature was shut down before it could begin. It’s only now I realise that this just forced us to double down on the fact that we were in love with each other.
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