Endless Curiosity

"Just look at him go, all fucking tasty and sweaty. How dare you, sir? Eat my ass you big meat machine!" Bea was yelling at her window from the second floor of her dad's house, watching her big brother finish his run for the day. "Literally, who is that for? I'll fucking figure it out, just you wait. Just gotta take him apart, I'll figure it right the fuck out." She was just grumbling now, as her brother was inside and out of eyeshot.

Beatrice Bennett was a creative, crafty, deeply curious girl who liked to take things apart and know how they worked, what made them tick. She wrecked the family computer as a kid by trying to upgrade the CPU, and ended up picking up a lot about computers in the process. It was still broken at the end of the day, but when she tried the same thing on the next generation of the family computer, it worked just fine. By that time computers were becoming more affordable, so it became just her computer. She took that thing apart a hundred times out of boredom.

Then she started on sewing, of all things, and soon all her clothes came from her own machine, which got her laughed at in high school. What the fuck ever. Nobody else had custom jeans with little embroidered dicks on them. At some point, Bea picked up investing, to see if she could unscramble the markets in ways that others couldn't. She could not, but it did put her on a better path, financially. Her budget was sound and she had a little portfolio going by her 16th birthday, under her dad's account of course.

She briefly got interested in biology, maybe actually taking things apart would be cool... nope. After her first attempt at a frog dissection, Bea realized she didn't have the stomach for it, and it made her swear off meat for months.

So, if taking living things apart literally wouldn't work, could she take them apart figuratively? Soon after her 19th birthday she started learning about psychology.

See, Bea had a fascination. Her big brother Benjamin was her polar opposite, and she just didn't understand the guy. She was a tiny chatterbox, he was huge and quiet. She gushed about her new interests every week, where Ben just plodded along, his head in a book or monotonously going through his workouts. He was like a machine, his home gym was fully maxed out and he silently went through the same motions every. Single. Day. Rowing, squats, weight lighting, push-ups, and running. He was in no sports in school, but could outrun the entire football team. He could probably out lift any two. And when he was done, he would set his 6'6" frame down on his bed or the couch and read a book on his Kindle.

Bea had once peeked at the list of completed books. Almost all just... fantasy novels, and literally hundreds of them. Why? He never talked to anyone about them. Did he write his own? Was he just fascinated by dragons and fairies and shit? His grades were immaculate, he had started college a year ahead of Bea and got As in every class. But his major was mechanical engineering... did he actually have an interest in that? Bea certainly wanted to be an engineer, but why was that his major? What made him do any of the shit that he did?

So, Bea wanted to know more about him. Rather, he was what she wanted to know about right now. Once she had him figured out, all the little pieces taken apart and set out, neat and orderly and identified, she could move on. It would be her toughest experiment yet.

So she learned about psychology, but all the introductory stuff was self explanatory and uninteresting. Bea was getting frustrated that she'd never find the right toolset to take apart her toy, when she discovered the OODA loop. Observe, orient, decide, act. Basically a decision loop people went through subconsciously to figure out what to do. Not too important, other than to note that the dude who figured it out was a fighter pilot, and would disrupt the decision loops of his opponents in dogfights to take them out. Little things, unexpected things, could give you a big edge.

Could Bea use this to figure out what made her quiet behemoth of a brother tick?

She started small. He was so fucking quiet, could she get him to complain with a little thing? She bounced a rubber ball off his head one day while he was reading on the couch.

Now, Bea had always been a little annoying to her brother, trying to get his attention, but this was a new level of annoying. He just blinked at her, and she at him, and he returned to his book. Now, that's what she had expected, but it was frustrating. Who could just... ignore that? After the first attempt, he no longer reacted. Boing, boing, nothing.

She read over his shoulder. Nothing. His book was actually pretty good, and she read at the same speed as him (this was actually insane to her, she read super fucking fast), so she ended up just snuggled up with him on the couch, reading his book. He literally didn't react at all. Aside from some nice brother time, she got nothing out of it. Admittedly, that was nice enough that she spent the whole afternoon that way.

Of course, she could just ask him about himself. But that wasn't fun. She was learning psychology, not fucking journalism. She would poke and prod and needle at him until he spilled his innards everywhere! Figuratively. She didn't want a repeat of her anatomy class and the frog.

The next day, while he was working out in his usual attire of spandex shorts and nothing else, she sat and watched him. Bea didn't sit close enough to disturb his range of movement, but only just. She provided him with something to look at, apparently, because his eyes fixed on her and didn't move at all. And the sweat glistening off his massive form and bulging muscles certainly gave her plenty to look at. But he didn't otherwise react.

So she scooted. One inch. He backed up one inch. Ha! A reaction! But, it was really just for her safety, as his squats didn't slow or stop at all. Two inches more, and he backed up two inches, not a single emotion playing across his stupid, chiseled features. No annoyance, or concern, just a tiny step to keep his sister safe.

Jerkface.

She kept going through his workout, prodding at him from new angles. Finally, when he got to his pushups, Beatrice observed a full set, to determine how he did them. Once the second set started, she lay across his back, her first actual contact with him through his workout. That accomplished three things. First, he grunted. A real, genuine sound of surprise. Great success! Second, his pushups sped up, his form still perfect, the same number of reps, but just faster. Third, she realized she was in contact with a wall of hot, sweaty muscle and immediately turned into a puddle of girlcum. Shit. Was that gurgling sound coming from her? Good thing his back was already wet, because she was definitely adding to it.

Now, this wasn't a response to Ben specifically, of course not. It was just that Bea still had stupid girly emotions and urges and they reacted to the stupidly hot manflesh being stupidly hot underneath her.

At some point, he finished his set and just paused, still in position. Normally he rested in between sets, but he couldn't with her on his back. With no outward reaction, he resumed, going through the third set with the same higher speed from the second set. When that completed, Bea had recovered enough sanity to clamber off his back. Her clothes were sticky with his sweat, and that made her problem soooo much worse.

He rose, towering over her as he always did. She was 5'2", almost a foot and a half shorter than her big brother, and the effect was always a little intimidating. He gave her a curious look, and actually fucking spoke. "That was nice. Better workout." He nodded gratefully, and turned to put on his shoes for his run. She idly thought about holding onto his back through the run, but that was her horny mind talking. She did note that he didn't put a shirt on before his run, which was abnormal.

Had she upset his routine?

Bea was waiting for Ben on the couch when he returned, and he looked a little red in the face.

"You okay, bro?" She asked. She clicked a pen, subtly ready to take notes if needed.

"Yeah. Got hollered at, though."

"What do you mean?"

"A woman drove by and shouted at me." He shrugged.

"Well, what did she say?"

"Yowza, I think."

Bea broke out into laughter at the look on his face. "Yeah, you're hella fit, Ben. Put a shirt on if you don't want people to look."

"I forgot."

Ha! Bea had done it! She disrupted his action loop enough to make him forget the shirt, which led to him getting ogled, and she learned he wasn't used to such things. That was interesting and usable information about her brother!

Now that she'd gotten him off balance, she could play the role of therapist and get him to open up about it. Alllll the data was about to pour in.

"How'd you feel about her ogling you, Ben?"

But during her little celebration, he had closed his eyes and began to breathe rhythmically. Less than a minute later, he opened them again, centered and calm. He shrugged and pulled out his Kindle. "I'm fine."

Damnit! He was too fucking stoic. Well, Bea wasn't going to pass up an invitation anyway. She snuggled into his dense, shirtless shoulder and read alongside him. He was on chapter 2 of a new book, but he patiently flipped back to chapter 1 so she could get caught up. Why did that make her want to squee happily?

They hung out like that for most of the day, burning through that book entirely. When one of them needed to pee, the book was set aside. At one point, Ben set it aside and asked, "Tacos?" And Brea realized she was indeed pretty hungry. So he made tacos.

She noticed that, as Ben cooked, he looked back at her several times in concern, a frown clearly evident on his face. She was just sitting and observing silently, maybe doing some light ogling, and wasn't sure what the problem was.

"What's up, Ben?" She asked after the third such occasion.

"You're quiet."

"Been quiet all morning."

He turned back to frown at her again. "You were reading. Now you're not."

Oh. Right. She would normally be talking away right now, chattering about whatever experiment or fascination she had going on. But she was currently experimenting, right now, and she was usually quiet during the observation phase of her experiments.

She settled for vagueness. "Just... watching. Don't feel like talking."

Ben turned immediately, leaving the meat where it was on the heat and walking over to Bea. He took her head in his oddly gentle dinner plate sized hands, looked her intensely in the eyes, tilted her head this way and that. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, intending to be snarky, but he looked there, too. Finally, he grunted and returned to the meat.

"Ben?" She asked, reeling a little from the caring and gentle manhandling.

"Mmm?"

"What was that?"

"Making sure you're okay. You seem fine."

"You were that worried just 'cuz I'm not talking much?"

He turned again, this time with a cutting board with half an onion and cilantro, setting it on the kitchen counter for her to chop. She'd had a dalliance with the culinary arts somewhere in her preteens, and was a maestro with a knife.

"Talking is what you do." Ben said, like it was a law of the universe, engraved on the tablets of heaven.

Bea giggled at her hyper serious big brother. "I'm fine, Ben. Your concern is noted and deeply appreciated, though."

She actually did note those items in her Ben journal later.

He just grunted and warmed some tortillas. They ate in silence, and while Bea had never seen him squirm before, he certainly was now. He only settled when they returned to the couch to read.

It was through this interaction that she settled on a rule. She would only try to pry him apart once she'd gotten him off balance.

"Were you worried about me?" She asked, leaning into his shirtless chest.

"Yes."

"I didn't know you cared." That was mean. He obviously cared about her, he just didn't show it very well.

He patted her on the head, "I do."

Tch. Of course Ben wouldn't get offended at that comment. Of course he would just respond in a totally sincere way that was really sweet.

"So you don't like it when I don't talk?"

"Shh. Reading."

That set off a fit of uncontrollable giggles, and he patiently set the book down so she wouldn't fall behind. When she was calm, he just... kept reading.

Their dad eventually came home, a lumbering beast like her brother, but a little burnt out. He kissed Bea on the head, no comment on their snuggles. "Good book?" He asked, rumbling like a small avalanche.

"I like it," Ben rumbled right back. Bea fought off a bout of giggles at the two of them.

"Have fun," Dad said, and was gone.

They finished the book. The dragon was vanquished, though there was a question of whether the princess might be the dragon's daughter. Her mother must've been a real size queen.

He was sweaty from his earlier workout and from her pressing against his always-hot self. She was sweaty from his sweat. "I need a shower," Bea said.

"Agreed," he replied, then frowned. "Agreed that I also need a shower, not agreed necessarily that you need a shower."

Clarity of speech was one of his few pet peeves.

She settled on a tried and true tactic of sisterly teasing. "Are you saying I stink, Ben?"

"No."

"So I don't stink?"

"I didn't say that."

"Can you clarify? I'd like to know my stinky status." She held up an arm with a smile, her tanktop providing easy access for sniffing.

He blinked at her repeatedly before apparently deciding she was serious. He leaned in and smelled her armpit. His nose made contact suddenly and she yelped, her heart pounding for reasons unknown. His chest was pressed against hers, his face very close to her small breasts. It marked the second occasion of the girly cum puddle in a single day.

"You smell fine." He finally said, looking up at her with those serious blue eyes. "Oddly nice."

Ooh, he was editorializing. That was abnormal.

"Can you elaborate?" She pressed.

He cocked his head to the side, thought, then took another sniff, the side of his face pressing into her breast this time, "Like, sweaty but healthy, and girly from your deodorant wearing off. It's pleasant."

Bea was a horny mess, but that wouldn't interfere with her experiment. "I wonder how other parts of me smell..."

Ben frowned, "Probably similar or better. Armpits are the smelliest, usually," he said, as if this was sage wisdom.

"How about my feet?" Bea didn't know what she was doing at this point, really just trying shit to see what worked.

"Are you messing with me now?" He asked.

This was unfair of him. She could never bring herself to directly lie to his sweet and innocent dumb face. Taking advantage of his obliviousness is one thing, lying was too much. "Yes..." she grumbled.

"Then I won't smell your foot." He rose, leaving her on the couch. She harrumphed and went upstairs.

Her dad was asleep, so she quietly took advantage of his extra awesome shower. Bea was just stepping back into the hallway, hair dripping, wrapped in a towel, when Ben came out of their shared bathroom. He also sported just a towel.

They kind of stared at each other. His towel was tenting. Massively.

"Ben," she said, over a minute later, "What is the optimal ogling duration for little sisters, do you think?"

He gulped. "About a minute." He turned and walked to his room.

Hmmm. That was an interesting response. Something to think about as she masturbated, for sure.

They didn't see each other the rest of the day, though she did make him a chicken salad and text him that it was in the fridge.

She got a fucking thumbs up emoji.

The next morning, he stopped by her room, dressed only in his slutty workout shorts. He ducked his head in her room, "Bea."

He actually said her name.

"Ben?"

"Sorry for staring."

He was genuine and sincere, owning up to it and not excusing it at all. Ugh. Stupid sweet meatwall.

She smiled brightly at him, "I'm not asking for an apology. You looked, it happens. I appreciate the sentiment, though. My question was genuine."

"Hmmm?"

"Optimal ogling duration for little sisters. Is one minute your answer?" "Click" went her ballpoint pen in her Ben journal, and Bea dropped into science mode.

He blinked again and again, trying to reboot. "Yes, one minute is plenty of time," he finally said.

"So there's nothing you'd like to see for more than a minute."

"Yes. Um. No."

"Can you clarify?"

"Not well." She could see his pet peeve at war with his desire to shut the fuck up.

"You can use multiple word sentences, I've seen it. Give me a good answer, please. This is for science." Her face was a mask of curiosity.

He composed himself with those calming breaths again. When he opened his eyes, they were mostly calm. "There is plenty about the female form that I would spend more than a minute observing. You are a female, and your form is pleasant to observe. This is directly in conflict with my desire to not observe my sister in that manner. So, I stand by my conclusion that one minute is adequate time to observe a little sister, one with a pleasant female form, without overly disturbing the balance of the relationship. An apology after being caught is probably warranted, and so here I am."

"Pleasant to observe," she was writing. "I want to ask more about that, but I don't know if that's personal vanity or scientific curiosity, so I'll leave it be. Thank you for your honesty, Ben. I apologize for also looking at you in the exact same way. You don't exercise specifically for my viewing pleasure, it's merely a side benefit. Your body is very pleasant to observe, and I've spent more than a minute observing it."

He frowned, "The minute was continuous, not split across instances of observance."

"Understood! How many such instances have occurred, do you think?" She was furiously scribbling in her journal.

"Hundreds." He replied honestly.

"Hundreds of minutes of little sister ogling time. Got it. I would concur, my ogling time is definitely in the hundreds." She finished writing and looked at him with another smile. "Anything else you'd like to add?"

"Why is that journal labeled Ben?"

"Because some Bens require observing. I am an observer, I record my observations in my journal. I am observing a Ben, this is the journal for that Ben."

"Why do I require observing?"

"Because you're fascinating."

"Why don't you just ask?"

"I'm not a journalist."

He stood there blinking for a long time. Finally, he turned and left, and Bea left him to his workout in order to compile her notes.

"Holy fucking shit," she finally let out the scream she'd been holding in, directly into a pillow. Some bad news in that interaction. She'd been found out in her research, and she admitted to ogling him. Some good news, though. He was ogling her.

Why was that good news?

Also, why was he ogling her? He was an objectively hot wall of muscles often wrapped in tight pants. It was impossible for her not to stare. And those shorts could be soooo tight, and he was so... right there. Just there. Was it really that big?

Bea looked down at her little body. What was he looking at? Her boobs were small, her waist was tiny, her butt was kinda bouncy, but in a mundane way. Ben was godlike in his physique. She was human and perhaps cute. Maybe he got some perverse pleasure from comparing his eternal vigor to her mundanity?

Well, she may be mundane of body, but she was slowly pulling him apart with her mind. She would understand him in time.

And then he would be at her mercy!

Now for some maintenance.

She was busily rubbing the hard little nub between her legs when she received a text. Flushed and fully nude, she grumped at the evil little distraction square that was her phone, but checked it anyway. It was Ben.

'Hey. Workout buddy?'

He liked working out with her yesterday? Not that she worked out with him, just looked at him.

'Your ogling time will go up.'

'Yes.'

Ugh. How could he just admit to that?

'So will yours.' He added.

She decided to follow her previous line of thought. He was intensely hot, looking at him should be expected.

'Mortals look at gods. They don't often look back.'

He didn't respond for a minute. Finally:

'Come down. I need a pushup buddy.'

Coward! Still, Bea was smiling. She threw on some workout clothes of her own, a pair of Lycra pants and a sports bra, and went to the garage.

His deep blue eyes bored into her, like the full force of a lighthouse burning in her direction. He was in the middle of squats, a bar across his back with some ungodly amount of weight on it. Or maybe quite godly.

She took a seat directly in front of him. A bit close. Stared at his muscles as they bulged, calmly met his eyes as he strained against the weight. Inspected his package and quaked in awe.

He was far above her with his towering height and with her seated the way she was. The only view he could have was down her top. But she was firm in her belief that there was nothing to look at.

Yet he looked.

When his squats finished, he shifted to mountain climbers, and she did them with him. He'd asked for a workout buddy after all. Bea lost herself in the sweat as Ben worked them through a handful of exercises that she could follow along with. She was a mess by the end, while he seemed to be chugging along. He moved to pushups next, looking at her expectantly. With a shrug, she climbed on his back.

He made a rumbling, pleased noise, like a happy avalanche in his chest. Bea was... inordinately happy to hear that sound. Instead of just attaching herself to his back, she full-on hugged him. She never got to do that. It felt amaaaazing, even from behind. Still, Bea was soon reminded of her interrupted bean flicking, as her hips were now rocking on him of their own accord, trying to grind on him. It was tough in this position, but she found that his lower back provided excellent stimulation as he lowered himself. His back arched just a bit at the bottom of the pushup, and she could press her pussy on the top of his tailbone for some delicious stimulation.

She didn't notice that he did his three sets of pushups back to back without pause, and more besides.

"Bea, I'm done," he eventually said. Were his arms shaky? He had limits?

She clambered off and tried to remember her name. "Good workout?" She asked, smiling up at him as his dumb giant head almost bumped against the weight machine behind him.

"Intense." He replied.

"Is that a good thing?" She asked, mentally clicking her pen.

"I liked it."

She'd lost count, but she was vaguely aware that his reps were very high, there at the end. "How many pushups did you do?"

"Maybe a hundred."

"In a row?" He nodded. "Godlike indeed."

He frowned. "I'm the god and you're the mortal in your mind?"

Shit. He was acknowledging it. Of course he would. "Ben, look at you. Of course you are. What god would I be?"

He didn't even pause, "You are Athena. Wise, intelligent, beautiful. I'm... Heracles if you want to be generous. Perseus if you want to be kind. Nobody if you want to be accurate." He shrugged.

"Nobody, like the joke Odysseus played on Polyphemus?" Bea asked.

"It fits the conversation." Ben replied with a shrug.

"How am I Athena?"

"Do you not see yourself?"

"I am asking you. My vision of myself will not be nearly so kind."

He was so intense, his eyes staring at her with boundless fondness, "Wise in finances, gifted in handicraft, and endless in curiosity, you devote yourself to the war against ignorance. You would tear the world apart at the atomic level if it helped you to answer just one question in that brain of yours. Just to sate your burst of curiosity, you point those eyes at your brother, tearing him apart to analyze the pieces that remain, with no plans to rebuild him once you're done. This, Beatrice Bennett, is the entire and full essence of the goddess Athena. You." He pointed a thick, nerdy finger in her direction.

Her head was swimming. Is that what she was doing? Picking him apart? She thought about it and realized she absolutely was. Never had she thought about what would be left of her dear brother once she figured him out. She was prying him apart, tearing at what made him tick, just because she was curious. She'd even thought of him as her toy.

"I'm a monster." She said quietly.

He smiled, which was a rare event. "No. You're just you. I love that about you. I'm happy to be picked apart for your curiosity."

"Fuck the metaphor. I'm not gonna hurt you for the sake of some idle curiosity."

"Then don't." He shrugged. "If you need to figure me out, fine. But just... care enough to make me whole afterwards."

"What does that look like?" She asked.

"I don't know. I trust your wisdom, little sister."

"So it's my job to figure it out?" He nodded. "It'll be my best guess then." Ben nodded again. "Is that really how you see me?"

"Of course. My little sister is the most brilliant person alive."

"That feels like an exaggeration."

"No."

Yeah, exaggeration wasn't Ben's style.

"Apollo is Athena's brother, that makes you godlike too."

"Not directly, you're thinking of Artemis and Apollo. Athena was directly spawned from the mind of Zeus. She stands alone."

Bea harrumphed. "Nerd."

Ben laughed, a very rare sound that immediately made Bea smile. And if she thought it sounded like what a superhero's laugh would sound like, well, that was fine. He could think she was a goddess, she would continue to think he was pretty fucking great.

"Run with me?" Ben asked, putting on a stupid shirt.

"You're talkative today," Bea replied, but she grumpily began to lace up her running shoes. She hated to run.

"Your fault."

"How on earth is it my fault?"

"Not talking enough."

"So I was right! You don't like it when I don't talk!"

"Only when we're not reading."

She threw her hands up, exasperated, but he had already started running. She eeped and chased him.

The next forty minutes were a grueling slog of trying to keep up with the machine that was her big brother. Ben didn't change his pace or route at all, and her fragile little body felt broken by the end. Except the end wasn't the end, his route was an hour long. He was a full block away when he realized Bea wasn't with him, and they were in the middle of suburban hell, far from their house.

Naturally, he returned for her. Bea was sitting and shaking on the ground, a random stretch of sidewalk, her water empty, eyes distant.

"Whoa!" She said when Ben picked her up in a princess carry, casually, as if she weighed nothing at all, and started to walk.

"Sorry, Bea. I should've taken it easy on you."

She smiled up at him. "No worries, Ben. I should've spoken up."

He frowned, "It's my job to watch out for you. I didn't do a good job."

"I didn't make your job any easier, then." They walked in silence for a while. "This is gonna take all day to get us home," she eventually said, her head lolling.

"I can run with you." He took a few running steps, but her head jostled and he stopped. "No. I'll walk."

"Even you'll get tired after carrying me for, like, two miles."

"You can walk eventually."

"Or we could just take a break and I could walk after."

"That would interrupt the workout." He said this like it was a big no-no.

"This is hardly a workout for you, Ben."

"I would prefer to run, yes."

"Okay, my arms are fine, lemme..." she snuggled herself into his chest, wrapped her arms around him, her head buried in his neck. His arms braced her back and under her knees, and he tried to run. It worked, though he had to change his stride to be smoother and still slower than his unencumbered run. "Great success!" She said directly into his neck. It gave him goosebumps. If she moved her head away from his center of gravity too much, her head would bounce, so she was stuck breathing into his neck.

They must've looked fascinating to passing cars, the usual muscle man out for his run on a summer morning, but with a head of curly brown hair smooshed into him while he ran.

Talking wasn't fun like this, so to assuage her hellish boredom she started to prod at him. Well, it wasn't all boredom, though that was her eternal enemy. If she let herself think too long, she would dwell on the fact that her outrageously hot brother was carrying her on his multi mile run, his finely crafted body not straining much under her weight. She would recall the fact that she'd been a minute or two from a strong orgasm when she stopped and joined him in his workout. She would become aware of the fact that his hand was under her knee, well, mid thigh, and it was huge and spread across her leg. His pinky was just on the crease of her butt, kinda towards the inner thigh, and if she squirmed it might slip...

So she poked and prodded at him instead. She ran her hands across his back, his arms, through his wavy brown hair. It was all a very sweaty experience, but she kinda liked that. Bea spotted a trickle of sweat on his neck and blew on it. He grunted and his stride was momentarily disturbed. She laughed and did it again, though he kept his rhythm this time. He made a little happy rumble and her smile turned into a grin. He was overheated, of course he was, he was a goddamn steam engine. She gently blew on the parts of his neck and chest she could reach, earning the occasional grunt of pleasure. When Bea blew in his ear, though, the grunt was displeasure. She immediately stopped.

"Sorry," she whispered super quietly from millimeters away from his ear. He was covered in goosebumps again. "Oh. Do you like this?" He didn't answer at all. "Just lemme know if I should stop. I'll stop if you ask. I don't ever wanna bug you, y'know?" Okay, this kind of talking was fine.

"You never bother me," he said.

"Oh good," she whispered. She still wanted him off balance, so she asked, "You don't have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Why not?"

He was quiet for a while before answering, "I'm uncomfortable."

"Oh, should I move?"

"No, you feel... fine." Odd pause there. Hmm. "I'm uncomfortable talking to women."

"We're just people," Bea whispered into his ear with a frown.

"They expect me to talk. Expect me to tell them about myself."

"So tell them."

"Nothing to tell. I'm just me."

"You is pretty good, if I'm being honest, Ben."

"I don't do anything. Nothing to talk about."

"So have you never had a girlfriend? Wait, you have, what happened with, uh, Gina? She stopped coming around like a year ago, right?"

"Cheated on me. Said I was too quiet."

Bea saw red, "That cunt. I'll cut a bitch. I'll slash her tires, burn her cat." This was not whispered into his ear. "I'm very fucking creative. I will enact endless revenge on that whore. I'll fight a fucking war, she couldn't keep up on her best day. Ben, what's her address? I'm gonna set up a quick orbital strike. Shame about that whole half of the city, but they'll rebuild."

He had stopped running. The arms that were gently holding her in place became two giant pythons, wrapped firmly around her, crushing her. Oh, he was hugging her. Bea squeaked and squeezed him as hard as she could. She never got hugs from Ben. His face was in her hair, and he kind of breathed her in while she dangled against him.

"Thank you, Bea. I didn't tell anyone, and it was apparently bothering me. Hearing you say that... helps."

"You can tell me anything, Ben. Anything. That's the whole point of all this. I wanna know more about you." She pulled her head away to look at him in those big blue eyes.

"Why?" Ben asked.

Bea wrapped her legs around him and switched sides of his neck to smoosh her face into. Neither of them mentioned that, if she could squeeze him with her legs, she was probably fine to walk. He carried her without complaint, though he didn't know where to put his hands. He awkwardly settled on pinning her to his chest. Like a baby bjorn or something.

She returned to whispering in his ear, "Because I love you, big brother. And I wanna know why you do the things you do."

"You can ask."

"Not a journalist."

"What does that mean?" He sounded... exasperated? Weird.

"I don't want the prepared, thoughtful answers for the mysteries that are Benjamin Bennett. I want the off-balance ones. The ones that are so bullshit that they have to be true."

He swallowed, "For example?"

"For example, you get to look at your sister's body wrapped in a towel for a minute at a time without it being creepy."

"I apologized for that." She couldn't tell if he was flustered. All she saw was his neck.

"And I said it's not creepy. But, I'm me. That answer really just makes me want to ask more questions. So. Many. QUESTIONS." It felt safe like this, in his ear but not meeting his eyes.

"Like what?"

"Like... what exactly are you looking at? What do you feel when you do so? Is it arousing or just interesting? You called me pleasant to look at, how does that compare to other women? Have I ever made you hard? Have you ever cum thinking about me? How often do you masturbate? Is it actually as big as it looks in your slutty shorts? Have you only had sex with Gina? Do you want to have sex with me? Do I look good in these stretchy pants? Good enough for you to look for more than a minute? What would it take for you to HAVE to look for more than a minute?" She breathed, a little breathy sigh, right in his ear. "These are just a few of the questions." She pulled away from his neck to look at him, giving him a bright smile.

Her unshakeable titan of a brother was looking at her in... awe? Shock? His eyes were wide, his face was flushed.

"I-I'm not answering those."

"Course not. I'm just explaining my curiosity. You're fascinating, big brother." She squeezed him with her legs, and realized she had slid down his chest, so her crotch was kind of in line with his. Very much in line, actually, and there was something big and very, very hard pressing against her inner thigh.

They made long, delicious eye contact, and it flexed against her thigh. Bea didn't think it was on purpose, but that flex had weight to it. It practically forced her out of the way.

"You're a very healthy guy," she said, trying to keep her curiosity mask up and not be nervous or horny or any of the other dozen emotions bubbling right beneath. She looked down, "I wonder..."

"No." His eyes were nearly panicked and he pulled her back up his body and began to run again. She giggled and settled back into his neck. Neither of them acknowledged where his hands had to be in order to hold her properly. Her ass made a pretty good hand hold, and his big hands were holding on tight. She didn't whisper into his ear for the rest of the run, afraid that might wake him, make him take his hands off. She loved them right where they were.

When they got home a few minutes later, Bea pulled back from his neck one last time. "Thank you for carrying me," she said, and kissed him on the very corner of his mouth.

Ben grunted and set her down, though one could argue he got in one last squeeze on her ass before he let go. She said nothing, just sitting down on the couch with exaggerated shakes.

"You seem extra sweaty. I'm not cuddling up with a sweat wall, so go shower."

He frowned, "You are covered in my sweat."

"Yep. But I need more time to recover. I should be good to go once you finish your shower."

He clicked his tongue, more annoyed than she'd ever seen him. "Then I have to wait for you."

It was Bea's turn to be stunned. She didn't think all of the annoyance was due to her disrupting his routine, necessarily. But he never used that tone with her. "Well, what's the alternative?"

Obviously, the alternative was for him to start reading without her if it mattered that much to him. She had never read with him before, she could very easily return to not doing so. But she didn't want to do that, and he didn't seem to want it, either.

So, Ben picked her up again, this time over his shoulder while she shrieked and pounded on his back uselessly. She might've thrown in some Shrek comments.

This was so rude! Yes, she was very okay with this kind of manhandling, but he wasn't supposed to know that!

And what was the goddamn plan here? He wasn't going to shower with her, was he? Just to save a few minutes? No, this was NOT how she would first find herself naked in front of her brother!

Ben took her upstairs to the bathroom, and her heart was absolutely pounding in her ears. If he tried to strip her... she would fucking let him. She couldn't even begin to put up a defense that would stop her from melting the moment his hands touched her like that.

He started the water and set her on the counter. Then... he turned his back.

"Strip, and give me your clothes."

"And what then?" She asked, her voice almost a whisper.

He took off his shirt, rolled it up, and tied it around his eyes. "I can hold your hand so you don't fall."

She had doubts about whether that shirt was see through, but she knew for a fact that he wouldn't look. He was Ben. She wouldn't even ask for the blindfold if he promised not to look, he was that trustworthy.

She took off her sports bra, her bouncy little breasts coming free. She handed that to him, and then worked the shorts down her butt and all the way off. Bea sat, naked, before her brother and knew he wasn't looking. Fuck. She kinda wished he would look.

"All of your clothes, please," he said, and Bea frowned.

"That's all of it."

"No panties?"

"Nuh uh."

She was smiling at her beefy brother as he visibly processed this information. The tent in his shorts was twitching a little. He swallowed hard and held out a hand. "Okay, can you get in the shower?"

"Ben, you put me on the counter. If I hop down I'll fall." This was still mostly true. Her legs were still shaky, and that impact might not be good.

"You really overworked yourself."

"Had to keep up with the Man of Steel."

He smiled a little. Why was he cute? "So, should I... pick you up?"

"You'll have to."

"Okay." He reached blindly out, still holding her clothes. Still off balance. He grunted and threw them at the wall before resuming his slow, careful movement, hands slowly approaching her.

"Ugh, here," Bea said, grabbing his hands and firmly pressing them into her waist. He tried to lift her, probably would have succeeded if he tried again, but instead moved his hands up to her armpits. This meant the sides of her breasts were pressed firmly into his arms as he lifted her up and off the counter. Of course, there was all kinds of other contact, too, as her naked body pressed into his, sliding down, catching on hard things just a little. "Boing," she said with a little giggle.

Ben didn't respond. Red faced and blind, he held her hand as she walked to the shower. Bea was a little shaky but managed just fine.

There was a bar in the shower, so she didn't need his help from here. Still, he just stood there, listening. She kept the shower door open in case she needed his help for something, watching him as she cleaned her hair and soaped herself down. When she got to her vagina, she was stunned at how very wet she was, and that was not water.

"Y'know, I don't think this has saved you any time."

"I am realizing that, yes."

"Sorry, Ben. I don't mean to disrupt your summer routine so much."

He frowned, that wrinkle between his eyebrows making him look so serious. He was always so serious, really. "I kind of like it," he said.

"Really? Elaaaaborate?" The word was elongated when she accidentally brushed her clit and realized how worked up she was. That hand stayed right there.

If he noticed, he didn't say anything. "You are definitely disrupting my routine, which I normally HATE. But you're doing it because you're Bea and you're curious. And you're curious about me. How could I be upset about that?"

Bea was NOT slowly diddling herself as he talked. Nuh uh.

"You really, uh, don't get much female attention." That little whimper was not okay. Hold that in.

"No. I don't. And you're not just any female."

"Oh, hmm, am I special to you?"

"Very."

His openness and sincerity were adorable. She drove a finger into her pussy, then a second one with an eye on his dick in his shorts. Her other hand worked her clit. He stood there, blind but attentive, as she masturbated not two feet away. Drill sergeants would weep at his discipline. She accidentally left out a louder gasp.

"Bea? You okay?"

That brought her back to herself. "Uh, yeah. Almost done." She removed her hands from her sex, the white hot orgasm knocking at the door suddenly coming to a halt. She took a few deep breaths to calm down, then turned off the water. Taking his hand, her legs mostly fine now, she stepped out of the shower. Once she was wrapped in a towel, she said, "You can open your eyes now."

He removed the blindfold and opened his eyes, taking in his properly clothed little sister. He nodded at her. "My turn."

Bea went to the sink, absently pulling her hair dryer from the drawer beneath. Muscle memory from a thousand repetitions, she didn't even think about it.

Seeing she wasn't going to leave, Ben turned his back to her and stripped his workout shorts and underwear. Maybe he thought she wasn't looking, wouldn't look. Maybe he thought he didn't have anything back there for her to look at. Or maybe he just wanted to get this done and get to reading, like the infinite nerd he was.

Either way, her eyes devoured his muscular ass on display. Her perverted little eyes looked into his crack as he bent over, observed the little flash of his testicles, not much but they were fascinating. Shaved. Surprising, as the rest of his body was just a little hairy. She didn't see his butthole in that little flash, and was inordinately disappointed. Why would she want to see that? Because it was Ben, and it was all data. And all Ben-flavored data was hot.

Her thighs were still dripping wet, but, again, this wasn't water.

He got in the shower and closed the door most of the way. Was he watching her? She leaned forward, accepting the risk of her towel riding up and showing more than intended. She didn't know how much was on display, or if he was looking, she just focused on drying her hair while her heart pounded in her ears again.

What if he masturbated in there, looking at her? He was so quiet, and the blow-dryer was going, he could completely get away with it. Her clean shaved little pussy might be on display, she had no way of knowing, but the thought of it was making her legs weak again.

He could be stroking that huge cock, staring at her dripping pussy, his sister's fucking pussy, while she dried her hair. He could be spraying the wall of the shower with his thick brotherly cum right. Fucking. Now.

Her legs gave out. The combination of her horny mind going into overdrive and the leftover weakness from the run a mere hour ago combined to make Bea into a pile of cooked noodles. She squeaked and slid to the ground, trying to hold on to the counter to slow her fall. Her towel was largely forgotten in her attempt to keep herself from being hurt.

And then he was there, dripping wet and gloriously nude. Yup, he was just as big as she thought, huge and throbbing and fully, painfully erect, right next to her face. It certainly looked like he'd been masturbating. The large purple head was in the process of releasing a glob of precum, and those huge balls looked so full. He was unbelievably perfect. Head to toe.

They both froze. Bea was fine, had slowed her fall enough that her fall was really more of a slump, as she poured onto the floor. But now her breasts were out, and he was staring at them, pink nipples harder than they'd ever been, and was she arching her back so he could look? She was. And in her position, his cock was a mere foot from her face.

The blow-dryer wheezed on the floor, forgotten, as Bea watched a drop of precum trickle down his cock, and as Ben watched her heaving tits.

Don't touch it, don't lick it, don't suck it.

Don't touch it, don't lick it, don't suck it.

Ben was the first to move. He should've covered up, moved that tempting thing away from her, and let her get up on her own. But he had noise sensitivity issues, so he needed to deal with the sound. He leaned over and unplugged the blow-dryer. But the plug was behind Bea, and leaning put him closer to her face. So close.

She closed the rest of the distance. One single, long lick of that ridiculous cock. He tasted incredible, or maybe she was just horny. She picked up some of his precum, and that made it worse. The ridges and veins of her gorgeous brother's gorgeous cock felt amazing on her tongue. The hiss he made was delightful, and it was so difficult to stop there.

Her lick ended, and Bea was now looking up at her massive brother from under his cock. From her research, she understood this was a pretty classic look that guys liked a lot, their hard cock right in a girl's face. Difficult fact to pick up on, that, but she was smart and figured it out.

"C-can you stand?" He asked.

"Yeah. Gimme a hand?" He did, reaching up to pull her from the ground. Her towel didn't join her, didn't pretend to try, and now she was fully naked with her fully naked brother. He had pulled her up with rather a lot of force, and she had to lean against him to stop her momentum. Had to.

She looked up into his eyes, his cock pressed into her belly, stretching up ridiculously, brushing up against her breast. What to say? What to do? She stayed there, watching him watch her.

"Would you say you've been looking for more than a minute?"

That's what she went with? Ugh. Well, she was curious.

"Yes," he croaked.

"Got it. So there's a limit to the rule."

"Yes."

"Something about nudity overrides the desire to not be caught staring at little sisters. Understood."

Silence. Staring. Cock against belly, maybe a little pressing. Then:

"You licked me."

"I did. Tell me, how did that feel compared to other licks?"

"Unbelievable," he answered honestly.

"If offered more such licks, would you be inclined to accept?"

Silence. Staring. "Yes."

"Good to know. The water is running." Bea turned and gathered up the blow-dryer, plugging it back in. She leaned over the counter as she had before, and set herself to the task of finishing her hair. Fully nude. Allowing him to look as much as he would like.

Ben was a water conscious person. He would think about the waste later, Bea was sure of that. But for now, he just stared at Bea's ass, drank in her little breasts, and when she spread her legs just a little, he looked some more. He could see her pussy. Most definitely, but only a little without bending down. Possibly he could see her asshole, but is that something he would want to look at? The wetness trickling down her legs was obvious and clearly not from the shower. She was otherwise dry by now.

She wasn't looking at his cock, at him at all. Couldn't see how angry and purple it was. When Bea took out her brush and began to comb out her curls, jiggling and shaking in the process, she had no idea if that was affecting him somehow. He could be jerking off right behind her, ready to cum on her ass, in her pussy, anywhere, but she wouldn't know it, focused as she was on her hair.

She finished her task, and was satisfied with her appearance. With legs that remained shaky for numerous reasons, she turned to the door and began to walk out. "See you downstairs in a few, Ben." She could feel his eyes on her ass.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit. This had moved so far beyond academic curiosity. She was full on teasing her brother now, almost... begging for it. Offering herself up to him. What would she do if he tried to take her? Well, really, she knew what she would do.

She would cum.

Shaking, adrenaline rushing through her, she dressed in a pair of plain blue silky panties and a crop top.

"Is this what I'm wearing for a reading session with my brother, after all that? Really?" She asked her reflection.

Well of course. He had seen everything anyway. Everything. So this was no big deal.

She was frozen at the top of the stairs now. She had hammed up the shaky legs thing at different parts of the morning, but right now the idea of traversing the stairs was daunting.

She felt a hand on her back. There was Ben, dry and shirtless, with a pair of basketball shorts on and his Kindle in his hand. "Need help?"

"Uhh, kinda. I really wanna lay down. Can we go to, uh, your bed?"

He very often read in his room. In his bed. This wasn't anything other than that. No, sir.

His jaw worked a few times, and he just grunted, holding her hand protectively and leading her to his room. Ben got a queen sized bed, while Bea slept on a twin. He was the size of a mountain, so it never bothered her. But there were times she'd wanted to sneak into his bed, after nightmares, but had never had the guts. Maybe she would, after today. She had surprised herself a lot today.

His room was a boy room, but in the most Ben way. There were posters on the wall, but one was a scene from the third book in a specific series that nobody had read. She was surprised he had even found the poster, though he had told her about it when she asked. The other two posters were bands that he liked. Probably the only two bands he really liked. One was an older darkwave band and the other was an indie rock band from Philadelphia. She knew his favorite albums by heart because he always played them, over and over.

The walls were painted a moronic dark blue, making the room feel oppressive. The bed was centered in the space, with just a bit of room on the sides to move around. But it wasn't messy, every article of clothing was hung up and the dirty clothes were placed in a hamper with a lid that wasn't overflowing. Little touches that reminded Bea that her brother, as odd as he was, was pretty put together.

Ben built a careful little tower of pillows, and lay back on it. There was another tower that wasn't so careful, though. It was obvious now that he was on his back. Jesus. Bea realized she didn't give him time to take care of the problem in the shower. Oops.

Ben held up his Kindle in his left hand and held up his right arm as if offering a hug. Right, she was supposed to snuggle. She carefully climbed onto the bed with him and tried to be calm. Nothing weird going on here. Just a horny girl dressed in very little, snuggling up with her very erect, very hot older brother. To read a book. She had lost the plot of figuring out her brother in here somewhere. She could almost still feel him on her tongue.

Bea lay on his chest, had to sprawl across him a bit to get comfy and get into a position to see his tablet. She definitely bumped his cock once or twice, but that's what happens when squirming is going on. He would have to live with it.

Finally settled, he fired up the book. She had to trust him to pick something good, and he had the last two days. This one was... smutty. It took after the Song of Ice and Fire series for sure, plenty of blood and death and fucking. They even threw in an incest plot line, but with a mother and son. Naughty, naughty.

Nobody was squirming as the two siblings read that first scene. Not at all.

At some point, Bea had started tracing little patterns on his chest as she read. His cock never went down for a minute, she checked often. When her random tracing lines brushed across his nipple, he let out a small gasp, and she could see precum leaking through his shorts, the obvious outline of the head of his cock occasionally pulsing. She shivered and avoided his nipples.

His arm had been wrapped around her for over an hour by this point, hand resting on her waist. Her crop top was short, ending above her navel, and his hand began its own series of tracing lines over her belly. Bea wanted to melt, and forcibly stopped her mind from wandering onto the naughty places this seemed to be going. No, she read the book alongside her brother, both of them horny, both touching bare skin that could easily slide into more risque territory. They balanced there for a few hours, just reading. Reading that sexy book.

Finally, the tipping point came. They were reading a scene where the mother and son get discovered by her daughter from another marriage. The daughter blackmails them into joining in. It was ridiculous, but the author was horny, apparently. Ben's idly circling fingers slowly wandered as the scene progressed, creeping gently under her shirt. Ben had been scrolling for them at their matched pace, but at some point his focus must have wandered. Was it the breast so close to his hand, only an inch now, that was distracting? Was it Bea's finger circling and caressing his nipple, causing his cock to leak? Was it the scene itself, as the brother in the book first entered his half sister, moaning her name as they moved together? Just a paragraph down, the bottom one of the three on screen, the character cums inside his sister, and that's where Ben froze. They reread that section over and over as Ben's hand caressed Bea's breasts. Pinching her nipple gently, just as she was doing to him. Mirroring her caresses and touches right back on her, as they reread the story of the prince fucking his sister.

His hand felt incredible, and Bea's mind was a whirlwind. Her thoughts spun and lurched and drifted while her hips rocked, pussy aching for stimulation.

It all settled. She needed to pee.

Thankfully, her legs weren't as wobbly anymore, and she safely made her way to the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked cute, if a little haggard.

"He's seen and touched these. Can't get him off balance this way anymore." Bea shrugged and ditched her top. "Gotta figure out what makes him tick, right?" Her panties dropped.

She returned to his room. Ben immediately looked stunned as she strolled in, naked. He didn't react, other than to watch her, as she crawled up the bed. Up his legs. He lifted his hips helpfully as Bea pulled his shorts down, letting that beautiful dick spring free. He finally broke out of it a little while after she took it into her mouth.

"Bea?" He asked, looking down at her.

"Mmhmm?" She replied, taking a full half his cock into her mouth repeatedly.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Mhmm," she replied and never slowed at all. She got five inches, six, into her mouth, her throat, before he began to cum. Bea found that the sticky, salty fluid was absolutely delightful and gulped it down eagerly. Her dildo certainly didn't do this, and the sex stories she had read were unclear exactly how to work a cock through an orgasm, but Bea thought she was doing pretty well. Ben had a look of complete ecstasy on his face, and he kept trying to jam his massive tool deeper into her mouth. Bea decided to forgive him, it was probably unconscious, but she wasn't quite ready to take the whole thing. She would get there, though. This was far too much fun to not do again.

When he was finally spent, though still impressively hard, Bea swallowed the last of his cum. She had kept some in her mouth to determine what she liked about it, and decided it was just delightful and she liked everything about it. She scooted up and kissed her brother, leaning over him, not touching him in any other way. Just a gentle little kiss on his lips.

"Ben. I'm a virgin."

His eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah. I've had this problem, you see. My brother is crazy hot and really interesting, and I can't seem to think about other boys long enough to get the attention of one. Been a problem for a while."

"Not a virgin, but I have... a similar problem."

"You have a brother I don't know about that you kinda wanna fuck?" Bea gasped.

Ben laughed and rolled his eyes. "Why are you so perfect to me?"

Bea snuggled into his chest again, this time wrapping her hand around his cock. "Can you tell me about it?" She asked as she stroked him gently, mostly just feeling him. It felt a lot like her dildo, but not at all like that. It was hot and hard and soft and slick with spit all at the same time. "Tell me how you feel right now. I need to hear your voice."

He breathed deeply, those calming breaths, before replying, "I am enchanted. You are enchanting to me. Your mind is so beautiful, your incessant need to ask questions, to just know everything. You, your face, your body, are beautiful. When I became your most recent subject of study, I was honored. Baffled. Too excited."

"Aside from this big thing, you didn't show it very much," Bea chuckled, taking his balls in her hand. Almost one per hand, they were so big.

"I don't. But you drew it out of me." He blushed when Bea raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean. You got me to admit that I liked you around. Now you're getting me to admit my feelings for you. After making me cum harder than I ever have in my life."

"Really? It was that good?"

"Yes."

"Yay. I'm so glad. So what are those feelings?"

"Love, mostly. I will admit it's not all brotherly. I daydream about taking you on dates. Holding your hand. When you snuggled up to me to read on the couch... two days ago? I was really happy. And you just didn't leave."

"I didn't want to."

"I'm happy you didn't. But I also want to make sure this is what you want."

"What is?" Bea asked with a teasing smile.

"Me." He was so serious! And worried.

Bea tsked, "Oh. I thought you were going with a sexy thing there. Yeah, don't even fucking worry about that. God, when you said you only look for a minute at a time, I felt so guilty. I've ogled you like you were the sexiest piece of steak on the planet. I've been trying to figure out why you do stuff like working out the way you do, mostly to distract my mind from the fact that I'm crushing on you super hard."

"I work out like that so I can keep you safe. Dad said I need to be able to protect you, so this is my way of doing that."

"He said that when I was like, eight."

He shrugged, "It's my job."

"Tch. Quit being cute and sweet."

"So, you have a crush on me?"

"Ben, I just sucked your cum from your dick. Isn't that a hint?"

"No. That's completely something you would do because you're curious." Bea blushed and didn't answer. "How much data did you collect from that?"

Bea immediately started cataloguing, "I adore the feeling of your cock in my mouth, I feel powerful and I enjoy giving you pleasure. That was my first blowjob, and I plan to do many of them now. Feeling it enter my throat was really erotic, and a little scary, which made it more erotic. But at the same time I can trust you, so the scary is less scary, and the feeling of trusting someone like that adds to the eroticism. I found that I really like cum, and I wonder if it's your cum specifically, but the process of collecting other samples to answer that question gives me pause. See, that frown? I don't think it's a good line of inquiry right now."

"Exactly my point. Bea, I love you, but you are capable of things in the name of curiosity that would absolutely ruin me. If we continue with... this," he gestured to his dick, which she was still exploring with her hand, enjoying the way precum had begun to ooze again. "There's every chance I will end up as a broken wreck while you wander off to the next thing." Bea could see the desire warring with fear in his eyes. But she was determined to let him speak his piece. "And if that's what happens, it will be the most beautiful thing I will ever experience. But I'd like to be reassured ahead of time that you... will try to be considerate of me."

That hurt a lot. But it was said with such sincerity Bea couldn't even be mad. Ben wanted her, loved her, and feared losing her. Isn't that what everyone feared in any relationship? Besides, Bea had had the thoughts he worried about. She wanted to understand him, and had thought about it as taking him apart. But was she even capable of that?

"I get it, Ben. The problem is, I don't feel any closer to understanding you than I ever did. You are assuming there is an end to my curiosity about you. Nineteen years and you're an alien to me. A big, sexy alien. You sell yourself short, big brother." She looked up into his eyes, giving him the fiercest look she could. "If I am Athena, you're Superman." He laughed. A wonderful, pure thing that she absolutely adored. "We're crossing wikis in the weirdest ways right now. I'll be courteous to you and consider your feelings before I go doing things in the name of discovery. You be courteous to me and don't make every single woman you meet fall in love with you."

"That one I don't follow."

"You're. So. Hot." She squeezed his dick. "You have your fears about my curiosity, but holy guacamole, Batman! The only reason you don't have pussies and buttholes and throats opening up to you everywhere you go is that you don't go anywhere. You are literally perfect, and I just look like me. Nuh uh, don't even, Ben! You are far beyond me in attractiveness. This is an objective fact, laid down by the goddess of knowledge." She looked into her brother's eyes. "You could have a world of sex laid out before you. You could reject me at any moment and plunge your cock into the nearest hole, any hole, and they would thank you for it. I'm. Only. Me. You find me beautiful for your own reasons. I find you beautiful because you are."

Bea shrank a bit then, having said her bit and laid her fears on the line. Her 6'6" sculpted Adonis of a brother, with his big cock, bigger brain, and even bigger heart, just lay there. Letting her stroke his cock while he processed the truth she had laid down. She couldn't stroke the other two bigger organs, or she absolutely would've.

"Maybe we're perfect for each other," Ben finally said.

"Maybe we are," Bea replied. "What do you wanna do about it?"

"I think I wanna fuck you."

"I'm good with that." She replied, lunging in to kiss him. Finally, it was the kiss she wanted. Lusty and hungry and just a little bit loving. She melted, her tiny body pressed up to his huge form, and he was on top of her exactly as fast as she wanted. Which is to say, right away.

His cock was against her opening. She thrust at him with her hips, but he wouldn't give her what she wanted.

"Virgin?" He asked, concerned.

"Dildo," she replied.

"Oh." He thrust on in. His cock parted her lips easily, pushing past her tightness and halfway in, in one thrust.

"Ohhhhh fuck!" Bea shouted. "Still tight though!"

"I know, I can feel it. Sorry."

"S'okay. Lotta cock."

"Half, maybe."

"Shut up! Don't... just don't make me think about it. Very slowly, big brother." She pulled him down for more kisses, loving the way his tongue moved against hers. It helped distract from the tightness.

He pulled his cock out a little bit, and then thrust it back in, slowly. Bea whimpered as he invaded just a little further. People took dicks inside them, no problem! In their butts even! How did they do that? She could do it, though! She would do it!

The thoughts fell out of her head as he thrust again, and again, fucking her for sure and getting deeper every time. At some point Bea realized she had given him a blowjob and so he probably wasn't even close to finishing. He would be able to fuck her into the mattress with no problems.

Seven inches. Thrust, thrust.

Eight inches. THRUST!

Nine inches. With a whine and a lot of moaning, she took it all. Little Beatrice Bennett, able to take a nine inch cock. From her brother. He kissed her, balls deep inside her pussy as it clutched at him, boiled on him, squeezed him for all he was worth.

"Are you, ungh, safe?" He eventually asked. He was wearing no condom.

"Yeah," she replied. "I got on the pill a few days ago."

He groaned. Was it her tightness or her words that got to him there? "Why?" He asked.

"Because I'm a realistic person. Unraveling the mystery of Benjamin Bennett ran the risk of me wanting some." Bea whimpered as his huge cock hit spots in her pussy that had gone unexplored by her dildo. He far outperformed that dildo, and it wasn't fair how good he felt. "I just like to be protected."

"You knew?"

"Unghhhh, I knew I thought you were hot. That was about it. I didn't know how much you cared about me. Didn't know how much you loved me. Didn't know how much I loved you. Didn't know you were this. Fucking. Hot."

She luxuriated in the fullness she was feeling. So much cock. Acres, miles of it, all shoved inside her little pussy. Her virginity was a thing of the past by now, and she couldn't bring herself to mind at all as she saw the look in Ben's eyes. He was ecstatic, and she was delighted. She could take Ben's cock. As his thrusts got longer, deeper, more insistent, Bea just purred, louder with every stroke. Where would she ever go after this? No curiosity could ever be enough to walk away from his beauty, his love. She watched his fears melt away as she gave herself to him, eyes locked on his, heart wide open for him.

Her orgasm had been put off and ignored twice today, both times near the point of no return. In the very early morning, before Ben's workout, and again in the shower. So, Bea was incredibly horny already, and then her brother's confession happened, and that didn't help at all. All of this to say, she was about to cum on her brother's cock, and it was going to be a big one.

"Oh fuck, Ben. Ben. BEN! I'm gonna fucking cum on you Ben! Ohhhhhh fuuuuccckkkk! Fuck meeeeee!" Bea shrieked as every nerve ending in her pussy lit up like Christmas and every muscle she had that was capable immediately clamped down on him. Her arms and legs wrapped around him automatically, her pussy squeezed his cock like with every bit of strength it could muster, and a primal scream was ripped from her throat. Those orgasms that had been delayed now ripped through her one after the other, with another dozen behind them, and the Bea screamed her victory while her Superman took her pussy. His balls bounced against her ass, his tongue tangled with hers, and his voice could be heard declaring his love for her, and hers for him, and then he came.

There was nowhere higher for her to go, right? Wrong, she immediately discovered. Her fingers dug into his muscular back as his cum rocketed out of his cock and into her pussy, deep into her womb. The heat of it, the taboo nature of receiving her brother's seed, the animal instincts cheering as they got what they wanted regardless of the source, all of it combined to melt her brain and make her scream her orgasm louder. And right at the peak of it all, his hand snuck down, giving her the grin of an evil bastard, and confidently stroked her clit. She detonated like a bomb, squirting on him even though she had no idea she could do that. He was already in the midst of his orgasm, but the new force and heat in her pussy just extended his orgasm even longer.

Finally, after several breathless minutes of screaming and groaning, Bea collapsed to the bed, full of cum and giggles. She laughed, giddy and elated as her hot ass big brother finally separated from her, pulled her into his arms, and groaned. "Sex can't be that good," he finally said.

"I think it can be better," she said, a look of curiosity on her face. "I was barely doing anything there. You were just taking me, with your big, powerful body and your huge, unstoppable cock. What if I did anything other than just orgasm? Would that make it better?"

Ben was groaning, "Please don't dissect sex as a whole. I'll lose my mind."

"But I can make it betterrrr," she whined.

He kissed her nose, "That was already the hardest I've ever cum, just after the last one you gave me which was the hardest I've ever cum. If you keep up that trajectory I'll die."

"Yeah but aren't you curious? What does death by orgasm feel like?"

"I'll strive to get close but never actually answer that question for you," he said.

"Meanie." Bea smiled at her big brother. "Apparently every time you have sex it's slightly different. I should catalog it all. Plus, there's like a thousand positions, three different holes, you can go down on me in a bunch of ways, I can eat your ass, I can bring in a girlfriend and see if she melts down as hard as I did, I wonder what it's like to get covered in cum? Is piss a thing that I'll like? What does cum feel like seeping from my ass while I'm in class?" She grabbed Ben's face, "I have so many QUESTIONS."

In response, Ben slapped her clit. One time, just once, his huge hand moved so fast she couldn't even track it. The sting was paired with some really fascinating pleasure that confused Bea's poor overloaded brain. Still, it cut through the static.

"Hnnngh. Oh. That's better. Thank you, Ben."

"This is when you cuddle. Aftercare. Shhh." He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her butt against his belly. Thoroughly trapped. Devious bastard, this was his plan all along. Finally got her to stop talking. Well, Bea would show him!

She fell asleep. She would show him later.

***

Bea woke to find herself impaled. Her little body was snuggled up in the spoons position to her imposing mountain of a man, her big brother, and he was definitely asleep. Yet, his cock was hard, and he had squashed her down onto it, balls deep in her little pussy. But his arm was like iron wrapped around her, she couldn't move in or out without waking him.

Fucking jerk face. Evil brute. How dare he? He was teasing his sweet, lovely little sister, letting her feel his huge, manly cock, but not letting her do anything with it without disturbing his sleep. And look at that face! How could she wake him up when he had that sleepy face? So gentle and sweet. Like a fucking asshole.

He left her like that, impaled but unable to move, for an agonizing three minutes before her squirming woke him up. "Ben? Baby?" Bea tried the nickname.

"No," he rumbled, eyes still closed.

"Sweetie?"

"No."

"Boo?"

"Nuh uh."

"Beeennnjiii," she sang. It was her old nickname for him when they were kids, and singing it like that is how she used to get him to come find her, whatever he was doing. He would always drop everything right away.

He growled and thrust inside her. Compressed as she was against him, she could only take it.

"Oooh you like that, Benji? I haven't called you that since I was a little girl. That's some little sister shit right there. I think you get off on fucking your little sister. That's okay, you can be a pervert on me."

"So... hot..." he groaned.

"I know, right? I'm the fucking best. Letting my brother perv on me. Don't you dare stop fucking me, Ben. Mmmm yes just like that. So deep, big brother. But I need to know some stuff."

"Now?"

"Uh huh. You're off balance and hooootttt and I need to knowwwww." She reached down between their legs and massaged his swollen balls. Then her clit.

He whimpered, her big steely man actually whimpered. "Go... ahead..." he was grinding his cock inside Bea in ways that were so distracting. But this was for science!

"I finally got you to break the one minute rule in the bathroom, when I dried my hair naked, right?"

"I break it... all the time..."

Bea giggled, "I knew it was bullshit. You have to tell me what you're looking at, though. I have little boobies. Tiny butt. What are you looking at?"

"Your tits are perfect. Need to cum on them. Completely perfect. Your butt... hnnngh. Jiggles. Bounces. Need to..."

"Fuck it?" She asked.

"Yeeeessss," Ben hissed.

"Mmm, go ahead. Whenever you want." She giggled, her fingers on her clit and his big cock in her pussy working her closer and closer to a big orgasm.

"Like right now?" He growled.

Shit. She was mostly just being sexy there. Enjoying the feeling of power as her words drove him nuts. He wasn't supposed to take her up on her offer. But he'd cum in her mouth and her pussy and she was sooo curious. "Need lube," she said in response.

Goddamn her brother was fast, despite his size. He disappeared and returned with a bottle of silicone based lube... from her room. "How did you know I have that?" Bea asked, slowly fingering her empty pussy.

His gaze was intense, "It was just there in your drawer. You steal shit, I found it next to your dildo when I was looking for something," he shrugged. "Couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Have you been dreaming about fucking my little butt, big brother?" She was openly masturbating for him now.

"Yes. So much."

"Get over here, then. I'm gonna take that big dick in my butt."

Holy shit. She was panicking just a little. She'd put her dildo in her ass often enough, usually when she felt emotional, for whatever reason the stretch and the ache helped her feel better. But her dildo was maybe 6" long, like human penises tend to be. She was about to upgrade to the hammer of the gods. Ooh boy.

But this was Ben. Of course he was gentle. He prepped her lovingly, applying the lube to his fingers and then... bending down to eat her pussy.

"Oh fuck. There's so much cum in there, you sure you wanna do that?"

"Mmmmff," he said, an excellent argument in her eyes, and kept going. His tongue was so agile, she knew that from kissing him. But on her clit, it was a whole new world. And then that world expanded when his finger worked itself into her ass.

"Oh my God. Ben. You can't just make me feel this good. Fuuuccckk." That finger worked in slowly, then a little faster, all the way in on each thrust, while his tongue massaged her clit in dizzying circles. Her orgasm was coming close, sorta. Slowly. Was he delaying it, the bastard? When the second finger was added to her ass, she was practically begging for more attention to her clit. He applied the pressure she wanted in time with the finger, and she barely noticed the expansion in her ass, aside from the pleasure of it. Her orgasm drew closer, but he was still not sending her off.

Actually, was he... backing off her clit? He was! Evil meatwall! Stupid jerkface! He was just smiling up at her as the fingers in her ass (were there three now?) worked her over, brought her closer to orgasm. One lick every few seconds, that's all he gave her. She was thrusting her hips down, trying to get his fingers in deeper, to increase the stimulation. She was so close!

And then he was laying on her, kissing her, and there was a bigger intruder against her backdoor.

"Holy fuck it's too b-" Bea was saying. She cut off as Ben kissed her and thrust half his dick inside in one movement.

Bea screamed into his mouth as the pain and pleasure mixed together, the stretch from his huge cock and the pleasure of those sensitive nerve endings firing away as he took her ass. She came hard, in a brand new way she wasn't ready for. She was idly aware she was making a mess, girlcum gushing out of her in rivers as her sexy big brother broke her brain, took her last cherry. All three in like an hour or two, not bad. Her mind went away for a bit.

He was thrusting hard into her ass now, buried balls deep and just pounding away. The pain was mostly gone, but the achiness that remained was so good. Bea slowly came back online, aware of the slapping sounds of his pelvis against her little butt. He wasn't taking it easy at all, and she could feel another orgasm coming around the bend.

Reaching out, she took his head and mashed her face to his. "So fucking hot the way you make me cum, big brother. You made me pass out a little there. Waking up to you using my ass like that is apparently a kink of mine, you need to do that a lot."

"Really?" He was panting. Bea reached down to caress his balls, wanting to feel it when he fired off inside her.

"Yeah. Middle of the night if you want. Waking up wrapped in my brother's arms, his dick in my butt, that sounds amaaaazing."

Fuck, Bea had no clue anal could feel like this. It was intense and a little painful, but so intimate. The look on his face, too, like he was in heaven. Ooh, his balls were tightening.

Bea's analytical mind went into overdrive, cataloguing all the little things he did as his orgasm approached. His face tightened, his pace decreased but the thrusts lengthened. Longer and fuller stimulation. More friction, perhaps? Her finger pressed gently into the base of his cock as the first shot of cum fired into her rectum. Feeling it course up that big dick was such a thrill. His eyes were locked on hers, full of love, and she felt butterflies in her tummy. Her orgasm was almost unwelcome, busy as her mind was absorbing everything. She loved this, wanted to remember it all, but was too busy cumming on his dick like a fucking slut. Ugh. Still, feeling his balls and cock flex with each burst of his orgasm was so mentally simulating, it felt like her brain was cumming, too.

After another nap, they got cleaned up and were presentable when their dad came home. That night, Bea snuck into his bed and slept there, after a little bit more sex.

"Benji?" she asked, awake in the middle of the night after he had assaulted her butt like she told him to. It was a lovely way to wake up, even in the middle of the night.

"Yeah?"

"Can you take me on a date?"

"Of course. Why do you sound so excited?"

"Because I've never been on a date before and I have so many QUESTIONS."

Ben groaned. Bea was just happy he knew he was in trouble. She was gonna get a ring out of this line of inquiry, she could just fucking tell.