Midnight the Stars and You Pt. 02

Hello all. Thank you so much to those who read the first chapter of this series. I am glad to hear that many liked it and wanted to see the characters of Peter and Katie continue. As I pointed out in the last chapter the sexual relationship between these siblings will stay between them as I feel that polyamorous relationships delude the primary theme of the work. I will introduce several characters moving forward and if people take an interest in them I will have additional stories that focus on them. I also will shift the POV around to several characters so that this love story is not all told from the same perspective.

This chapter will be from Katie's point of view and will provide context for her feelings toward Peter. Sex will be much lighter this time around but that will not be the case moving forward.

Midnight the Stars and You

Part II:

My earliest vivid memory in life is the kick I felt come from my mothers stomach. Every kid remembers some some snapshots or hazy experiences from their early years. Some might be real, or others have told us a story too many times that it becomes our memory. That is not the case with this.

My father had the biggest smile o his face as he called me and Martin over to feel our mothers stomach. Martin went first and when he felt the movement underneath he pulled his hand away with an "EWWWW" and backed away chuckling like a 7 year old. I remember reaching my hand out and putting it near moms belly button. Instantly felt the skin move. I got really excited and my mom looked down at me smiling and said:

"That's right. You're going to be a big sister!"

I was so excited I started bouncing around and clapping. Over the next few months I would constantly touch moms belly and even fell asleep hugging it a few times. When her water broke went to the hospital leaving Martin and I with our grandparents I couldn't sleep because of excitement. We finally met our parents at the hospital the next day and as I sat in my dads lap my mom handed him my baby brother.

"Katherine, this is you new brother. Peter."

My dad held a majority of his weight but I remember looking down into his eyes and seeing him smile for the first time at me. I put my arms around him and started giggling. Mom and dad just laughed

"I think she really likes him."

18 years later those words rang even more true than either could have imagined. I awoke in the dark to find that same baby boy wrapped in a similar embrace. His head was pressed into my breasts and his breathing was soft and slow. I ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead and softly whispered to him in his sleep soothing him. I could still feel the wetness of his cum on my thigh and my body had a slight hum to it knowing what we had just done not too long ago. I continued my whisperings until I felt myself drift off serenely saying my final words to him: "Happy birthday..."

Waking up with the crack of dawn I heard the door creak and in popped a familiar face. "I take it you got your boy?" mom said with a massive smile on her face. Of all of the people in this world that I trusted, she was the only one who knew my secret.

"Yea mom... I got him." I said feeling myself smile at my own words.

She slowly opened the door a little more and tiptoed over the the bed and sat in the chair Peter kept at his desk. "See, now that wasn't so hard. I told you. That boy is absolutely enamored with you." Mom sat back with an "I Told You So" smile. "To think that you were worried. Please, I knew he was stealing those photos from California. I mean no family photo albums have a picture where you are wearing any less than a freaking turtle neck." Mom had to stifle her giggles so not to wake Petey. I could here him murmur in his sleep and sensed that he was starting the waking process. I moved my head to his ear and began talking to him in my softest voice.

"Its okay sweetheart... I'm still here... just relax." With that I could feel is face shift and before I could say anymore I felt him suck my right nipple into his mouth like a child.

"Ohhhh..." I moaned a little louder than I wanted to with mom present.

"I'll leave you two be. Breakfast will be at 9, so sleep in till then." She began walking away until she reached the door and turned back. "Another thing. Your father still doesn't know, so I would like you to keep the noise level down just a bit when Peter wakes up. He heard Peter shout last night and I had to pull out the big guns to keep him from coming in here." She smiled as she closed the door.

Peter continued his lazy nursing before slowly shifting over to the other nipple. While by brother suckled on my tit like a newborn I had a chance to think back over the last 18 years and really consider the moments that brought us to this point. I mean, a sister just doesn't kick her little brothers door down the second he turns 18 so she can fuck him, right?

~

When I told Peter last night about my always wanting him I didn't mean that I was sexually attracted to him when he was a child. Rather the relationship we shared was so vastly different from everyone else in my family. I love my mom and dad. They are truly wonderful and supportive people who have always put the needs of their family before anything else. Martin was an awesome older brother who took the time to help me with everything from school to playing board games. I don't have any negative memories or traumatic experiences and will always love them with my heart. Petey is just on a whole different level.

From the first moment I held him I instantly knew I would do everything with him. I remember teaching him how to put together Legos, crawl, and even remember helping balance him when he took his first steps. I would like to say I taught him almost everything a little girl could possibly pass on to a baby brother. I was so instrumental in his development and I was rewarded with hearing his first word; "Katjie" (we would work that it moving forward).

As we got older I would walk him to the bus stop and hold his hand so he wouldn't run into traffic. I checked in on him at school when we were at the same level. It helped being 3 years older as I was always there for his first year at a new level. I remember seeing him at school assembly's sitting with his class and he would always come over and give me a hug even if it would get him in trouble with his teachers.

One time when I was in 8th grade and sitting at a schoolwide pep-rally Peter came running over from his 5th grade class to hug me. When he was ushered away by his teacher one of my classmates snickered "That's gross. Your brother is weird." I remember feeling this white hot rage pour into me and all I wanted to do was smack this girl. How dare she put down my brother. He was just a happy kid who loved his big sister and wanted to say hello. Years later I think back on this and I feel sorry for that girl, she will never know the love that I share with Petey and I think that's a shame.

As I got into High School my love began to shift a bit. My breasts began to develop and my moods would shift a bit more often much to my surprise. My parents were on the receiving end of more than a few verbal altercations over simple things, and even Martin got his fair share of it. However, I only ever once snapped at Peter. I was 15 and had come home from school feeling just plain shitty. My feet hurt, my cramps were in overdrive, my head was throbbing from the pain, volleyball practice was killer, and finally I has this stupid paper due for History the next day on the causes of WWI. I just wanted to lay down for a bit and take a load off, but Peter came in after 10 seconds of quiet and jumped up on my bed to lay next to me and tell me about his day. (Ever since he started school I was always the first one to hear about what he learned.)

"Today we had a test, but the teacher didn't print out enough papers, so Liam didn't have to take it, and then in P. E. I got the final out in kickball, and in computer lab I had the fastest typing speed so I got to play games for the rest of class. I found this one where you are a spaceship..."

"GOD PETER! JUST SHUT UP AND GIVE ME FIVE FUCKING MINUTES OF QUIET!!!!" I shouted with a rage that rivaled a goddess.

Peter shot backwards off my bed and slammed his head onto the floor. He crawled backwards to the wall and put himself up against it. His face was white and full of fear as he stuttered, "... I... I'm sorry... I...."

He quickly moved over to the door and shot out back to his room. I just sat back down and began to cry. I had seen Peter scared before, but never scared of me. My shitty mood was compounded even further with knowing that now I had screamed at my baby brother, my best friend. I made my way over to the desk and attempted to start my assignment hoping to get my mind off of what just happened, but no ideas were coming. I then started to think of what I could say to Peter to apologize for my outburst. In this moment I looked back over to my door, but I noticed a little red spot on the wall where he had crawled back to.

"Oh SHIT!" I shouted to myself as I left my room and walked down the hall towards Peter's. I burst through the entrance and found him curled up in his bed. Upon seeing me he moved up against the wall and started crying.

"Katie I'm sorry! I just wanted to say hi" Tears poured down his cheeks as I grabbed his head and pulled it forward. Just as I suspected, he cut himself falling out of my bed. I brought his head back up and pulled him into my signature big sister hug.

"Its okay, I'm sorry. I took my bad day out on you and that wasn't right. " I could hear him sobbing softly and my heart strings were pulled to the max. It took everything to not cry myself. I mean what kind of big sister treats her sweet little brother like that? He didn't do anything wrong.

"Why is your day bad?" he asked pulling back and looking up at me. Even after I treated him like shit he still cared about my day.

"Just... girl stuff." I added with a little smile. My little brother didn't need to know about my periods. " And I have this big paper due tomorrow for history I'm going have to spend all night writing." I let out a sharp sigh.

"What... what's it about?" He voice was returning to normal.

"WWI and its causes."

"REALLY!!!! I can help you! I have a book mom and dad got me last year on it!" Peter ran over to his bookshelf on the opposite wall. The kid loved to read and was fascinated by history, fantasy, and sci-fi.

"You sure you want to help? I mean it will be all night. You have homework to do right?" I asked.

"Na, I finished it at school so I have nothing tonight. I can help, no problem."

God, what an absolute fucking sweetheart. He has a whole night of reading, video games, or going outside to play with friends at his fingertips, and he chooses to help his bitchy older sister with a history paper. I swear I love him so much.

I walked over to him at the shelf and sat down next to him. "Okay, I'll take the help. But first we got to get something on that cut." I smiled and ruffled his hair.

Petey spent the whole night helping me. He never made me feel dumb for not understanding something that he at 12 seemed to be an expert in. When we finished it was about 11PM and he had fallen asleep on my bed. Rather than wake him up and move him back to his room I changed into my PJs and climbed in with him. I pulled him to my chest and kissed him on the forehead goodnight. I like to think it was about this time that my feeling of love began to take the slightest turn.

~

A few years went by and when I was a senior in high school I was faced with a new situation. Kyle from my class who was also the star tight end for the football team asked me to the homecoming dance. I said yes and we were nominated as finalists for king and queen. Kyle was a nice guy I had known for a long time and was always friendly. He confessed that he had a crush on me since sophomore year and had finally worked up the courage to ask me out. A week before homecoming we went out to dinner together to a local burger shop and spent a few hours talking. When it was about 7:30 and getting dark he offered to drive me home and I accepted. He walked me up to the front door and told me he couldn't wait for the dance next week and was excited to see my dress. We stood in the dark for a minute or two looking down at our shoes before he finally reached up for my face and pulled me in for a kiss. It was nice at first but when he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth I pulled back a bit.

"Sorry... I wasn't expecting that..." I said nervously letting my hair mask my face a bit.

"Oh.. sorry, I didn't mean... yeah... next week. I'll see you at school tomorrow." Kyle walked back to his car and drove off down the street.

I didn't know why at the time, but the moment Kyle put his tongue in my mouth I instantly though of Peter. I thought I was going crazy and buried the feeling for now. I walked inside and found mom sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine and a book. She stopped reading an looked up at me with a soft smile.

"So, how was your date? Is this "Kyle" going to be a big item moving forward?" Mom said in a joking manner. However, as soon as she saw my face she sat forward with the traditional face of concern that mothers always have. "Honey?! What's wrong?"

I was bawling. At the time I couldn't understand why. I felt this incredible sense of guilt and shame wash over me. Mom came up and hugged me slowly brushing my hair as slank down to my knees. "Shhh... Its okay... its ok... I've got you baby. Momma's got you." Mom was always a very comforting presence in my life. She never passed judgement or raised her voice at any of her children.

I went to bed that night after calming down and the week before Homecoming passed quickly. Kyle was a bit awkward and we never discussed the kiss that night. At the ceremony we came in second for the title and the dance afterward was nothing special. When he dropped me off that night I decided to initiate another kiss with him to see what it was that went wrong the last time. Kyle was a bit surprised at first, but he then eagerly joined me leaning over the middle section and wrapped his arms around my neck. When he then tried to stick his tongue in my again I had the same reaction. Peter popped into my mind. It wasn't a sexual thought, rather it was a quick flash of him sitting on the floor turning his head back towards me with a big smile, the kind I had seen before when coming to his room after school to say hi. I decided I needed to push through this thought and I deepened my kiss with Kyle. I climbed over the mid section to straddle him and we became even more wild. He began thrusting his hips up to meet mine and we settled into a rhythm. after a few minutes he pulled back.

"I brought a condom, do you want to go back to my house?" He said in a cocky manner. It was so different from how he had been the entire time leading up to the dance and I was a bit taken aback.

"Uh.... I... I'm not sure... I told my parents I'd be back before 11... so we... wouldn't have enough time..." I was now getting nervous. I was wishing I wasn't straddling him right now so it would be easier to get off of him and back into the house.

"So that's it?! Spent all that money and time for tonight, and I don't even get to fuck you? Jesus Christ." Kyle spat at me. I quickly moved off of him and over to the door. When I tried to open it it was locked.

"Kyle open the door please." I tried to sound as non-confrontational as I could.

"No, I spent all this time and effort. I even took you out last week. All the guys told me it was a waste of time. Terry called you a 'stuck up ice queen'. I should have known you wouldn't put out."

"Kyle... please. Please let me out." I was getting kind of desperate, but not fully panicking yet.

"I mean, the least you could do is give me a blowjob, or even a hand job for that matter. But no. You would rather talk about your little brother and how sweet he is. That fucking fairy. You probably want to fuck him, you freak."

I stopped pulling at the handle. Turning towards him I felt the embers of rage begin.

"What did you say?"

"I said you would rather talk about you faggot ass little brother. King nerd, 'Petey' " He said in a mocking tone.

"Don't."

"Or what? What are you going to do? Nothing that's right. When I get back to school Monday tell your little bitch brother I'm going to kick his ass. I'm going to beat the shit out of him and tell him what a whore his big sister is. Writhing around on my cock outside his window. He will never look at you the same way aga..."

I punched him as hard as I could in the face. I broke his nose, but that wasn't enough. I leaned forward and started wailing on him with a mixture of fists and slaps. Occasionally I would used my longer nails to scrape at his face.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TALK ABOUT HIM THAT WAY! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO EVEN SAY HIS NAME! HE IS TEN TIMES THE MAN YOU WILL EVER BE YOU 'LITTLE BITCH'!"

"Katie! STOP! STOP!" Kyle tried to shield his face. Blood was gushing from his nose and he sounded like he was crying. "I'M SORRY!"

I stopped hitting him and leaned down to his huddled form and began whispering venom into his ear.

"If you ever go near him I will hunt you down and destroy you. I will tell everyone you tried to rape me tonight. I will destroy everything you have in your life and ruin that scholarship you have been bragging about all year. I'll get your picture in the papers. I'll go on the evening news. I'll tell everyone that Kyle Miller is a 'limped dick little rapist' who likes forcing girls in his car. Touch one hair on his head and you will wish that you were dead. Don't. Fucking. Try. Me."

With that I reached over to his door and hit the unlock button and left the car. I walked to the door and before I opened it I head Kyler start the car and speed off down our street. When I walked in I saw a note from mom on the fridge.

"Katie. I hope tonight went well. Martin called earlier to tell us he proposed to Amy and you father and I went out to celebrate. Peter should be asleep by now, but knowing him he is reading in his room. Have a good night and we will see you in the morning. Love Mom"

I walked up the stairs and saw the light under Peter's door. When I approached I heard him shuffling in his room and he opened his door to check to see if I made it home.

"How did it go... Oh My God! Are You OK?" Peter ran up towards me and grabbed my hands. They had some blood on them and he quickly pulled me to the bathroom to clean them up.

"Katie?" he asked in a soft voice. I was sitting at the tub and he was using the detachable shower head to clean my hands an look at the bruises on my fists.

"Peter. Have I ever told you that I love you?" I asked feeling drained.

"Yes. Everyday."

"You know its true right?"

"Of course."

"And you know I would do anything for you?"

"I know."

I pulled him into a hug. Not a soft sibling hug, but a full deep hug. I rested my chin on his shoulder and just sat there holding him. At first he was uncomfortable but soon he was joining in. We held that for a long time until he left to give me space to shower. As the water rushed over me I began thinking back over the words Kyle spat at me in anger.

"You probably want to fuck him, you freak."

The words echoed in my mind. Did I want to have sex with Peter? Was Kyle just trying to be mean? While I was internally asking these questions I was lathering my body with soap. I was washing my chest and my fingernails brushed my nipple. In the quick shock of arousal I again saw Peter. I tried it again with the same result. I tried the other nipple and again it was his face.

"Shit."

No, this isn't normal right? My mind is playing tricks on me. My adrenaline from beating Kyle is still active. I can't be lusting after Peter. Right?!

"Oh, shit"

My hands started drifting south. Inching down lower. I wanted to pull them back.... but I also didn't. They inched closer and closer to my slit. Tentatively seeking out the place that would answer my questions. Once I touched it and started playing with myself I would know the truth of who I was fantasizing about. Did I want to open this can of worms? Did I want to change my views of my best friend and little brother? Would I ever be able to look at him the same? Would he notice and begin to hate me? Grow disgusted with me?

No, I cant do this. He's my little brother. I'm his big sister. I need to protect him from every kind of threat in life. Look out for him. Guide him. Keep him safe from crazy people. Crazy people like me... his older sister... who wants to... who wants to... Oh screw it, I want to fuck him.

With that I jammed my hand down in-between my legs and went to absolute fucking town. I though of him the whole time. Every glorious and agonizing second I pictured that beautiful and loving face. I was so worked up when I finally came I dropped down to my knees and felt my legs continue to tremble for what felt like ages.

That night I slept better than I ever had.

~

This infatuation with my little brother continued in silence. I would watch him around the house and notice the little things he did. In each of his actions whether it was washing dishes or folding clothes there was an underlying sweetness and sensitivity that I began to hone in on more and more. My night fantasies continued to grow and get more graphic. They started off vanilla with Peter walking into the bathroom and catching me drying off and progressed to me pulling him into a janitors closet at school so I could suck him off. They were so hot at times I had to bite my pillow to prevent from moaning too loud.

I began to take more and more risks masturbating as it was the only outlet available to me. The day before Martin and Amy's wedding I took my biggest risk as I decided to masturbate in my hotel room using the detachable pulsing showerhead. I had the whole place to myself so I felt that I could be as loud as I wanted and soon was moaning "Petey... I'm cumming!" at a higher than usual volume.

That night at the rehearsal dinner the whole family sat together telling old stories of Martin and Amy. When the one about him leaving prom early to come back home and see her came up my mother excused herself from the table and quickly tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned she pointed to the door and said "I'm going to get some air, can you come?" Everyone including myself assumed she had a question for the wedding the next day so we left without any major inquiries from the rest of our party. Once outside mom walked over to the car and got in the front seat, I began to feel a little nervous and hesitantly climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door. As soon as the door latch sounded my mother dropped the bomb.

"Katie, do you have sexual feelings for Peter?"

I was floored. My face went white and my brain shut down.

"Our rooms connect and I heard you earlier. Do you have sexual feelings for your brother?" My mom sounded stern. Not angry like one would imagine, but heavily concerned.

"Mom... I... I don't..." In this moment I felt like I had lost my family. Mom, Dad, Martin, they would all hate and disown me. Peter... Oh god Petey! He will never talk to me again. With that thought I shattered.

"PLEASE!.... Don't tell him... I'm sorry!... I just... OH GOD! What is wrong with me!" I was crying and sobbing and blubbering. Mom quickly wrapped me up and tucked my head under her chin and began to soothingly whisper to me.

"Its ok... its ok... I'm here... don't worry about a thing... just calm down... calm down and tell momma everything." We rocked back and forth slowly.

I finally calmed down after a few minutes of deep breaths. She continued rubbing my back softly.

"Baby, Katie, just tell me when you are ready. I promise I will listen."

Still wrapped in my mothers arms I spilled everything.

"I... love him. Mom I love him. I'm in love with Peter. I want nothing but him. I need him. I think about him all the time. When I kissed Kyle after homecoming I felt like I betrayed Peter. I'm sorry, but its how I feel."

Mom sat with that for a few minutes. When she spoke it was in a soft motherly voice.

"Katie, honey, have you done anything with him? He's only 16. I know this is how you feel, but he's just not ready right now for those things."

"NO! I swear I haven't done anything! He doesn't even know, I just... think of him... when I... you know"

Mom breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I can't understand you feelings..." With this I braced for the ultimate chastising followed by her telling my I was disowned, but she surprised me. "... but I accept them."

"Wh... what?"

"Sweetheart, its obvious that the two of you have this special connection that goes well beyond what anyone else has. I always had this feeling the two of you would end up crossing this boundary."

"And you are okay with it? Why?" Of all the reactions I was expecting, acceptance was not even on my radar. Mom looked out the front windshield into the dark distance.

"My older brother. Your Uncle Jack. I never told you about him, but he was in love with our younger sister, your Aunt Barb who felt the same. They were together for a short time, before I caught them in the house one time. In a rage I told our father who threw Jack out of the house. Barbara never forgave me. She blamed me for driving the man she loved away. When she was finally able to, she left. Its been almost 25 years since I saw them." Mom was softly crying now.

"Do you know where they went?" I was genuinely curious. My mother never spoken openly about her childhood and my grandparents never gave any hint they had other children.

"No. After a year or so I realized just how awful I had been and would give anything to have them back. Barbara was my best friend and Jack was the kindest older brother I could have asked for. I'd give anything to talk to them and just say how sorry I am for everything. I now have that chance. Years ago I pushed them away because I didn't understand their love, but now I have a chance to fix it with you and Peter. I wont drive you away from me." Mom hugged me as tight as she could.

"Mom... what do you mean chance? Peter doesn't know I love him." I could feel mom chuckle.

"Sweetie, that boy loves you more than you or he knows. I thought I lost that picture from the beach in California, but I found it in his desk. It was folded so just you in your swimsuit was visible. Trust me, he will realize it very soon." I smiled and before I could speak she started again in a firmer voice.

"But I need you to promise me one thing."

"Anything mom."

"Give him time. Wait for him to come to terms himself before you do anything. Sleeping with your brother is already criminal enough, we don't need to add to this wrap sheet. Also, if and when you do start with him, please be careful. I don't want grandbabies from you or him just yet." Mom smiled warmly at the thought of my future children.

"I understand. I will give him time."

So the next 2 years passed. I teased Peter and in turn he stole my underwear and stained them. Mom and I talked about what we noticed in his behavior and I made my plan. The night before his birthday I waited in my room for the fateful strike of midnight. For the last few months I had been watching videos and talking with girls at my college about what their boyfriends liked in bed. I practiced as best I could without tearing my hymen and studied what feels good with a blowjob. As the seconds ticked down to midnight I began making my move. When it hit 12:00 I threw open my brothers door and gave him the best night of his life.

~

Back in the present Peter was still sucking on my nipple and getting me fired up. After a few minutes of him switching back and forth I couldn't take anymore and quickly moved down to his cock and took it as deep as I could. I lapped, sucked, and lightly nipped on my brothers shaft while he tried his absolute best to keep the noise to a minimum.

While this was only the second time I sucked my brothers dick, I was quickly developing a taste for it. For any sisters out there who love their little brothers I highly recommend sucking their cock. Nothing compares to you pleasuring their most intimate part while you listen to them moan and quietly tell you how much they love and are devoted to you. Just thinking about it makes me drip with excitement. After swallowing my brothers third load in 12 hours I felt like maybe I pushed him a little too far. I joined him back at the top of the bed and pulled him close kissing his forehead.

"Happy Birthday my sweet boy. I love you more than anything in this world." With that I could feel his arms tighten around. As we laid there listen to the sounds of each other I heard him softly speak.

"You are the greatest gift I could have ever received."

I pulled his head back and looked into those same eyes that I fell in love with as a girl.

"Just you wait Petey... Just you wait..."

TO BE CONTINUED

Thank you all for reading this chapter. I know this one was much lighter on the sex scenes as compared to the first one, but moving forward Pater and Katie will have many encounters. I also introduced a some character backstories that I hope to expand on such as Martin and Amy (romance) as well as Aunt Barb and Uncle Jack. This series will continue and if you have any suggestions about routes you would like to see please leave a comment below. Just a reminder that none of these stories will include any polyamorous aspects as I want to keep the love between two characters.