Pillow Talk (aka Ruth 6)

Although we spent much of winter break with mom and dad, there were numerous times when they had soirees with their friends. So, while Matt and I didn't have as much private time at home as we did when we were in school, we had a bit of time that we could be together.

One afternoon the house was otherwise empty. Me and Matt were rolling around naked on my bed. While he held me his tongue toyed with my sacred entrance. The one from which my “musky juices with the fruity undertones'' were freely flowing. As I was running my tongue up and down his shaft and taking his cockhead into my mouth and toying with it I thought about how perfect our love was for one another.

I thought about how wonderful it was to have somebody who totally and completely accepted me for who I was after they knew everything about me– or maybe even because they knew everything about me, all my weird quirks, phobias, and idiosyncrasies. Someone who loved me because I was who I was, not because I was a fashion model, or somebody they could impress others by having on their arm in public, or somebody who could give them something of independent value.

As I gobbled up my brother's dick, Holding my tongue tight to the bottom of my mouth so that I could push my head down and welcome his head into my throat I thought about how wonderful it was for Matt that he didn't have to go through any of the bullshit our older brother was going through with his girlfriend. I understood what she was going through, missing Mark's company and the closeness that had been possible before he moved away.

But he was going to the university to make his life better, not to take himself away from her. She didn't seem to have the willingness to sacrifice a little bit now for a better future– or else, maybe, she just didn't see them having a long-term future together. But if you have to keep your lover on a hobble chain they're not really your lover they're your slave. And Mark shouldn't be anybody's slave.

Matt and I had been practicing a lot and we've gotten really good at timing it out when we were doing the sixty-nine. We built up in stages, and followed one another's lead. As he brought me off, my body's physical reaction to my orgasm induced his climax. A sweet synchronization at its most erotic level that led to us playfully touching and kissing as we came down to earth from the clouds.

“This is so wonderful,” I said.

“That it is,” Matt said before he planted another kiss on my belly.

“It's perfect, like heaven on Earth.”

My brother agreed in between his kisses

“You'll never have to deal with the garbage the way Mark does.”
“Never?” Matt said

“No, never, because you will always be my brother, and I will always want to do this with you, and I know that I am so good, so wonderful, so beautiful, so smart, so sophisticated–”

“So full of bull,” Matt interjected.

“That too, although I call it playfulness.”

“Damn, I love you Ruth.”

“Yeah, I know.”

I paused for a long moment

“I love you too, Matt,” I finally said.

After a longer pause I said, “I had this thought.”

“Oh, this sounds dangerous.”

“We are here in paradise while our brother is… I was going to say suffering alone, but really he isn’t. He’s suffering at the hands of somebody who doesn't see him the way that we see him.”

“Okay and…”

“What would you think if Mark joined us?”

“I'm pretty sure that I don't own you,” Matt said

“No, but I wouldn't do this without talking to you about it.”

“What is there to talk about?”

“Well,” I said slowly, “should I, you know, hold out the possibility if he wants to?”

“Do you figure mom and dad loved Mark any less when I was born, or when you were born?”

“Of course not,” I replied.

“Hasn't it always been the three of us, all for one and all that?”

“Yes, and I don't really know if this, us fucking, makes it different or not.”

“With you and me sex makes it better, different but better,” Matt said. “We already love one another. We just added a new level to the way that we express that love.”