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One of my colleagues at the campus library needed to trade a few shifts with me so she could go home for the long weekend to attend her brother’s wedding. That meant I’d have a day off on Monday, though I’d end up working the next Sunday. Even so, it would be good to have a weekday off once in a while.

Andrew agreed, and arranged for us to take the same Monday off from work so that we could go canoeing on a nearby local river and actually enjoy ourselves. We wondered that because it was a Monday, there would be far fewer people on the river, allowing us to focus on the scenery rather than dodging other canoes.

We woke up to rain on that Monday morning. Thankfully, there was no thunder, storms or lightning. We expected rain, but it was still a little upsetting.

“Keep in mind,” my big brother reminded me as he squeezed me beneath the sheet that covered us, “rain is wet, and so is the river.” We’re gonna get wet anyway, so we might as well go if the forecast hasn’t changed to include storms.

We checked on the weather applications, and the only change in the forecast was an increase in the percentage chance of rain during the day. By the time we left the flat, the sun had broken through the clouds, though another set of dark and stormy clouds was approaching from the west.

I was wearing my bikini and had added a pair of shorts to have pockets to keep some money in as we descended the river. While we were checking in and then waiting for a lift upriver to the begin of the canoeing run, I noticed that some of the staff, including two of the women working there, seemed to think less of me because of my small breasts.

As we rode to our starting points, we were joined in the van by an elderly couple. They were only doing a four-mile hike, whereas Andrew and I had chosen a nine-mile hike. Andrew and I sat in the back of the van because we were younger and smaller, allowing the older couple to sit in the row by the sliding door. The driver nor them have reacted to or noticed Andrew’s hand on the inside of my thigh.

The ride to the four-mile starting point was rough and bumpy along a dirt road that was primarily used to transport canoeists to their starting points. As the van rolled down that particular road, even my smallish breasts seemed to bounce a lot. For this trip, I had purposefully tied my hair into a ponytail, and the way the end of the ponytail brushed across my shoulders and exposed upper back was quite sensual, making the bumpiness of the road worthwhile.

As the driver assisted the elderly couple in unloading their canoe from the trailer, the rain began to fall lightly again. When he got back into the van after assisting them in pushing off and starting their journey, he smiled at me in the rear-view mirror. “At least you’re prepared to get wet, young lady.”

That made us all smile. We arrived after five bumpier miles of friendly banter and tips about the first part of our journey. By the time we got the canoe in the water, the rain had stopped, but it was clear that a light warm sprinkle would accompany us for a long, long time.

Andrew and I took our time. We started the run at 10:30 a.m., giving us plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely descent of the river. I paddled slowly in front of the canoe while Andrew steered from the back. I heard him place his oar across the metal canoe at one point, and when I looked back, I smiled appreciatively as I saw him finally take his shirt off. I wished I could do the same, even though he would only see my back for the majority of the trip, but settled for having to wear the bikini again.

The rapids have been few but exciting. The wildlife that wandered the river’s banks was skittish but gorgeous. The bird calls blended with the flow of the river and the occasional distant bark of a dog to build a sense of calm that was actually enhanced by the light warm sprinkles.

The rain began to amplify after about two miles, but there was no lightning or thunder, so we continued the journey. Ahead was a river shop, with picnic benches shaded by large umbrellas, and as we got closer, I could hear the electronic beats of old video games, and I just knew we’d be there for a while.

Sandwiches and Dr. Pepper were served for lunch, with entertainment provided by a random movie that was playing on the projector screen. I wasn’t surprised when Andrew insisted, I try the racing game, and once I got used to the inherent wheel spin, I wondered I did pretty well, qualifying third and lasting nearly three full laps of the race itself.

We then decided to continue on our journey, picking up the pace slightly but remaining slow enough to take in the scenery. While our pre-lunch journey had been mostly silent, we began to talk more after having left the river shop.

“There it is, the split,” Andrew stated. The driver had mentioned that there would be a big island dividing the river about midway, and that the left route would have had some rather fast rapids. What neither Andrew nor I had predicted was the island’s size and the extent to which it would be overgrown with trees and bushes.

“Would you like to explore the island?” my older brother asked, and I gave him a smile and nodded. We took the path to the right and soon discovered a mini “harbour” where we could conveniently beach the canoe.

The island had to have been around a half-mile long and a quarter-mile wide. We proceeded to follow a clear path away from the harbour to discover a small clearing with a gnarled wooden table and a small campfire pit. The grass was quite tall, and I started to wonder how often anyone happened to come here to mow it. Then I came to the realization that the “mowers” could be local animals, such as deer, who might wander onto the island and cross the river at the rapids on the island’s left side.

The tall trees’ overhang brought a sense of a canopy, shielding us from much of the rain, which continued to fall harder. There was something special about this place, something almost magical.

My big brother came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. I sighed and leaned back onto his chest, my hands brushing along his forearms. This felt right, it felt ordinary.

This felt like it was pre-destined to be.

After a few moments, I realized that this was finally my opportunity. I stepped out of Andrew’s grasp for a split second before reaching behind me and pulling on the strings at my mid-back. I grinned to myself as I heard my big brother’s louder-than-expected inhalation.

All the strings that were holding my bikini bra in place had soon been untied, and only an arm across my chest kept me from being completely topless. I turned around to face my big brother, taken aback by the look of anticipation on his face. That was such a contrast to the staff’s reaction when we showed up and waited at the canoe base prior that day.

I approached him with one arm still holding the cups of my bikini bra in place and nudged my head upward. We kissed with his arms around me.

It was very long and slow, really deep and moving and heartfelt. It was a kiss that loved and promised. It was a kiss that was only broken long enough for me to remove my arm and let the bikini bra fall between us and land upon our feet.

We resumed kissing as my naked body was fondled against his. Everything tended to arouse us both, from the heartfelt kiss to the warm embrace in his loving arms to the peace and tranquillity of nature. I wasn’t really surprised once we started to slowly come down to our knees in the high grass of the clearing.

The rain is falling harder, washing the surroundings, and us both as well since we quickly undressed each other, naked as when we were born. Once the foreplay concluded and the actual lovemaking started, I was soaked both inside and out.

I was reached from behind on my hands and knees. I yanked at the high grass as it rained heavily. My cheek and chest were on the ground as my big brother delighted in my body. He continued to push into me in a rhythmic pattern I knew would nudge me so over the edge of sanity, and when I fell into the depths of orgasm, he reached around my hip and started fingered my clitoris at a rapid pace, furthering my release, bolstering my cries, breaking only because he finished and filled me with full of his love, his groans of release enhancing the beauty of our natural act.

We cuddled naked in the opening, in the tall grass, in the pouring rain. The rain and our love pumped us. He eventually got back up and entered in me again, this time while I was lying on my back, my knees squeezed into my chest, and even though the skies were gloomy and my eyes were wet, I saw my big brother’s face in the heavens as he brought me to another orgasm, soon after he climaxed inside me again.

We had thankfully remembered to bring a few large towels and keep them inside the trunk of Andrew’s car, as we would certainly need them when the trek came to an end. We dried ourselves beside the car, each of us remembering the surprising empty opening on the island in the middle of the river and looking fondly toward it one last time.

My big brother’s hand had been on my left thigh for the majority of the drive back into town and back to our apartment. Nothing has been said between us because our hearts had said it all passionately till that moment that day. We finally made it back to our apartment late at night and got our things ready for work the next day, we had some takeout food on the way so we soon ended on my bed cuddling and falling asleep.

I woke up extremely horny. I usually remember my dreams, but I couldn’t recollect if I had dreamt overnight, which would explain why I was insatiably aroused. Sadly, my big brother couldn’t help me as we had overslept through the alarm and had only enough time to get dressed and grab some breakfast at a drive-thru while he drove me to campus.

I tried to dial down my arousal in the campus library all morning. I’m not really sure how my nipples managed to successfully avoid being noticed by others. Fortunately, I was wearing shorts rather than a skirt that day, as the tight-fitting denim worked far better than a skirt at maintaining the musk of my desire.

I kept seeing my big brother perfectly positioned between my thighs in the back of my mind, I kept feeling my body opening for him as he penetrated me with great care, I constantly kept hearing his hard breaths in my ear as his pleasure reached its peak inside me. It didn’t matter if I was at the front desk, restocking the bookshelves, helping somebody in trying to discover a book, or assisting a new student in using one of the computers: my big brother was engraved on my mind.

Once it was time for my lunch break, I rushed to the food truck near the main library and purchased a sandwich, then ended up gonna sit in the shade of a large tree away from the walkways. I quickly took out my phone and called Andrew’s number.

“Hello, little sister,” he answered.

“Hey.”

“What is it? Is everything okay?” He could clearly hear the need in my voice.

“I’m extremely horny,” I said, trying to keep my voice as quiet as feasible.

“Oh, I see. Then why don’t you do something about it?”

“You know I can’t, I’m at work. Aside from the fact that I’m currently eating lunch, Andrew, I need you. I depend on my big brother to provide me with what I require.”

“And exactly what is it that you require?”

I realized what was going on. He was teasing and taunting me. However, he was in his office a few miles away, not next to or, with or, holding, or cuddling me, so all I had was his voice, his words.

“I NEED YOU!.”

“You need me?”

“Yes!” I damn near hissed. “I want to feel my big brother inside me. I need my big brother to squeeze me over the side of his bed and drive himself inside me over and over.”

“That sounds delicious,” he stated, his voice softening.

I begged him “Please promise me you’ll have me as soon as you get home. Andrew, promise me!”

He had the fucking audacity to make sounds as if he was gonna have to think about my request.

“Oh my god, Andrew, please just promise to fuck your little sister!”

“Oh Gosh,” I heard in my ear, “wow, you’re super horny today, sis.”

“Of course, I am!” My mind was racing with ideas since we got back from the canoe trip, all of which involved my sisterly body being illicitly pleasured by my lovely big brother. My nipples and clitoris pulsated, and my entire body cried out in pain of need. All of a sudden, I couldn’t sit still any longer, so I slid my thighs together as quietly as feasible.

“Does my younger sister’s pussy look wet?”

“Yes!”

“Do her nipples in her bra feel hard and uncomfortable?”

“Yes!”

“Is her clit throbbing?”

“Y-yes!”

“Well perhaps she’d love knowing that her big brother is excitingly hard right now, thinking about violating every inch of her when he gets home from work.”

Andrew immediately cut the call, and I almost cried out in frustration.

I forced myself to eat lunch, and by the time I was done, my urge was no longer as intense, but it was still highly present. Just when I was about to get up and return back to the library, my big brother texted me: “Don’t even think about touching yourself.” When I get home, I want you to be desperate for me.

I jolted to the fifth-floor female bathroom, which all the time has the least amount of people if not none, and broke down, absorbed by my utter desperation.

I basically sprinted from the train station to our apartment, not even stopping to check the post box. I turned on the air conditioning and practically ripped off my clothes before jumping into the shower for a few minutes to remove the sweat from my body.

I sat on the edge of my bed, naked, and texted my big brother:

“I am home now and I NEED YOU NOW. Hurry up! FUCK ME!!!!!!!!”

I received his response a few minutes later:

“I want you to be naked on your hands and knees on my bed. Keep finger yourself thinking about me but do not cum until I’m inside you.”

“Oh my goodness…” I whispered as my body began to shake and I realized how much time would pass long before he finally dipped into me. Nonetheless, I obeyed, realizing at one point that in some of the erotic literature I had read online, I was like the slave and Andrew resembled a Master.

Apart my cries of desperation, I heard my big brother finally show up. Then there was silence for a long time as I tried to shake away from my attempts to repel the orgasm that threatened to consume me. “PLEASE ANDREW!” I finally cried out, tears running down my face, unconcerned about whether or not the neighbours heard me.

Then he stood beside the bed, with his erection bouncing as he climbed onto the bed. He placed himself behind me, still saying nothing to me. He soothed his tip inside me, then pressed his hands against my hips.

My big brother violated me with a vicious and fierce plunge, as I screamed into the pillow, my body was clenching uncontrollably. He rode me, moving slowly as he relished in my intense release, eventually embracing me with his creamy essence. That orgasm took everything out of me that I fell asleep in a moment’s notice.

The smell of steak woke me up. I was still wet and drenched in our sticky shared essence of ecstasy. I was still a little tired after such a powerful climax. I slowly walked to the kitchen, tears streaming down my cheeks yet again.

Andrew, to his credit, remained quiet. He was naked as well and simply took me in his arms, and let my tears flow, despite the fact that meant the steaks were gonna be severely overcooked.

“At one point today, I absolutely despised you,” I admitted as we were cuddling in my bed that night.

“Really?” he questioned. “I had no idea you could actually hate anyone.”

I kissed the side of my big brother’s neck. “I was already desperate enough, and you purposefully made it worse, which I despised. But I guess, it was precisely what I required in the end. Thank you so much.”

There was nothing else that was said. There was nothing more which was needed to be said between us that night.

NSFW: yes

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