My Big Brother Jack

I barely had time to get in the apartment door before my roommates were on me, both talking at once and more excitedly than I’d ever seen before.

“There was a guy here looking for you,”  Sarah said, her voice full of mystery. “He was huge!”

“He said he was your brother,” Ellie said.

“My brother?”  I felt my heart quicken as the image of my older brother’s face filled my head.  “Are you sure?”

I hadn’t seen him in six months, the longest we’d ever been apart.  Usually we arranged things before he came to see me, but the last time we’d talked he hadn’t mentioned anything about visiting.   I didn’t want to get my hopes up, though my heart was beating fast with excitement.

“Oh my God, Christine,” Sarah said. “He’s so hot.”

Ellie nodded in agreement, and then in unison they said,  “Is he single?”

I kicked off my shoes and made them start at the beginning, listening intently as they described the muscular dark-haired man who’d showed up in the afternoon looking for me.  From their descriptions, I had no doubt it was my brother Jack.

“When did he say he’d be back?”  I asked, my voice rising in pitch from excitement.

“We told him you’d be home from work around 8:00, so he said he’d come after that.”

I glanced at the clock on the stove.  Ten minutes to 8:00.  I figured I had time to shower if I was quick, so I ran to my room to grab my clothes and jumped into the shower, thoroughly thrilled and getting more turned on by the second.

My brother Jack was four years older than me and, apart from our mother, the only relative I had.  We had different fathers, but had grown up together with our mom, though she had been less of a parent than a burden.

She’d always been a drinker, but her drinking had gotten worse and worse so that by the time I was in 8th grade she was barely able to function once she got home from work. She spent evenings with one or another of her creepy boyfriends, often leaving us alone to go party with her friends.

She’d failed us as a mom, but we’d been lucky enough to live next door to a kind older couple who looked out for us.  They’d made sure we weren’t neglected, invited us over for dinner when they knew our mom was too drunk to care, and had found odd jobs for Jack to do for extra money.

I guess we were resourceful kids, resilient, unlike our mom, because we made it through childhood healthy and happy, despite the stress of having no parent to care for us.  Jack had taken care of me and I’d loved him for it.

And I loved him more than most sisters love their brothers.  Or, in different ways, at least.

I heard the doorbell ring just as I finished getting dressed and stopped, holding my breath, listening to the sound of my roommates excited whispers.  I couldn’t wait to see him, but for a second I was paralyzed by the rush of emotion that caught up in my throat.  I looked at myself in the mirror, quickly tied up my still-wet hair and hoped I wouldn’t give away my excitement. If my roommates knew…

I stepped from the steamy bathroom and heard the deep rumble of his voice as he entered the apartment, Ellie moving aside to let him through, her eyes huge and full of lusty interest.  He saw me immediately and he waited, his face carefully arranged, nearly impassive, as I crossed the room. 

“Christine,”  he said quietly, his manner slightly formal.

The sound of his voice made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t say a word, not even his name, but I smiled and my smile stretched and stretched until I could feel the strain in the muscles of my cheeks.  I ran the last few steps and squealed as I jumped. He caught me, like he had a thousand times before, and wrapped his arms around me, spinning me around in a circle.  My feet left the floor and for just a second I was lost in the heat of his body, the strength of his arms, and the swell of love I felt for him.

He set me down and we looked each other over, moving our bodies to an arm’s length distance, both aware of my roommates’ attention on our enthusiastic greeting.

“How are you, sis?  You look great,”  he said, beaming at me.

“I’m fine,”  I said quickly, dismissing the question.  “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
 
“I didn’t know it until late last night.”

“Well, you could have texted me.  Work was slow, I probably could have gotten the afternoon off.”  And then I kicked his shin lightly and added,  “Jerk.”
 
He put on a guilty face, but I could see the desire in his eyes.  I could also feel myself getting wet from arousal.  Just a minute in his presence and I was turned on.
 
I dragged my eyes from his handsome face and introduced him to my roommates.  If I hadn’t known he was devoted to me, I would have been jealous of the way he smiled at them, making sure he got their names right, paying them so much attention they both grinned like idiots.  I could see their eyes crawling over his body, checking him out.  It was obvious they liked what they saw.

My brother was hot. I knew it, though the first thing people noticed about him was his size.  He was six feet, three inches tall, broad-shouldered and muscular; a mountain of a man.  He had messy black hair, dark eyes that glittered with mischief, and a generous smile when he wanted to share it.  He was menacing to anyone who had a reason to fear him, but with people he liked, he was unwaveringly devoted and kind. 

We both shared my mom’s coloring–olive skin with dark eyes and hair–but he was big and square, with a strong and athletic build, while I was petite, thin and small-breasted like our mom.  And though I didn’t subscribe to the traditional view of women as the weaker sex, when I was with Jack, I loved how small and weak I felt next to his strength. I loved knowing I was safe and loved.

“Are you staying long?”  I asked once introductions had been made and we’d moved into the living room, my roommates following along with interest, no doubt checking out his tight ass.  “Please don’t tell me you’re only here for a night.”

“Well,” he said, looking sheepish.  I punched his arm, scowling, and felt the hardness of his muscle against my fist.  He flinched, though it was just playing along; I had no strength in my punch.  “I’m going upstate tomorrow.” 

I deepened my scowl and he quickly added,  “But I’m only there for a couple of days and then I’m free until next Sunday night.  If you can get work off, maybe we could go somewhere.”

He smiled the way he always smiled when he’d disappointed me, a smile that promised he’d make it up to me, a smile that made offers of anything I wanted.  I felt my stomach tighten in excitement, knowing that by suggesting we go somewhere he meant somewhere alone, somewhere where we could pretend to just be lovers, not siblings.

I knew my roommates had early classes, and expected they’d be in bed on the early side, but they found reasons to hang around the living room, never leaving Jack and I alone.  Ellie flirted shamelessly and I couldn’t help laughing to myself as Jack flirted back, encouraging her just enough to keep her going.  He was in a good mood, clearly enjoying himself. 

Finally, after a few hours of that, they both went to bed and Jack helped me set up the couch so he could sleep there.  I followed him out to his car so he could retrieve his overnight bag, and on the way back into the house felt his hand rest on my hip, hot and wide and thrilling.
 
“You can put your things in my room,”  I said, glancing at him over my shoulder.
 
“Thanks,”  he said, and a smile stretched his mouth, full of secret meaning, making my heart do a flip in my chest.

I led him down the hall past the closed doors of my roommates’ rooms.  I couldn’t help wondering if they were masturbating to some fantasy starring my brother.  He moved silently behind me, his hand moving up my back and curling around my shoulder.  We were barely through the door when he turned me around, pulled me close, and kissed me hard on the mouth.  My arousal surged and I clung to him as we kissed without restraint, our tongues meeting in a frantic tangle.

“God, I thought they’d never go to bed,”  he whispered, kissing his way along my jaw to my neck.  “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I stepped through the door.”

I sighed, thrilled and comforted by the way he turned me in his arms, holding me tight as his mouth explored my neck, his breath hot on my skin.  I was struck once again by the intensity of my feelings.