DAVE

It had been way too long since I held Evie. Too long since her presence filled every crack in my chest, every space that felt hollow without her. I leaned against the edge of my bed, running a hand through my hair and shaking off the tension that always built up when she wasn’t around.

The second I saw her today, I knew I couldn’t let her go. Her presence was like sunlight pouring into a dark room, and I didn’t realize how much I’d missed her until she was right there in front of me, all soft smiles and guarded eyes.

“Come here, baby,” I said, my voice low but rough with emotion. I stretched out my arms for her to catch and she stepped into them without hesitation.

God, I missed how she fit perfectly against me like she was made to be here. I wrapped her tightly in my arms, resting my chin against her head, her soft hair brushing against my jaw. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know,” she murmured, her voice muffled against my chest. She tilted her head back, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “Well, I can tell by the way you’re holding me right now like you’re afraid I’ll disappear any moment again.”

“Damn right,” I said, my arms tightening around her instinctively. “What do you say, eh? Don’t you miss me back?”

She funnily twisted her lips, rolling her eyes like the head of a witch coven. “I missed your touches more than you can imagine, Dave,” she said, with a hint of playfulness.

Hearing her say that did something to me, lit up a fire in my chest that I thought had dulled from all the waiting. I wanted to eat her pussy raw. “That’s my baby sister,” I said, letting a grin spread across my face. Without warning, I dug my fingers into her sides, tickling her mercilessly.

She wailed out with laughter, wiggling in my arms, trying to push me away, but I wasn’t letting her go. “Dave! Stop it!” she gasped between giggles, her voice echoing off the walls.

“I don’t think so,” I teased, tightening my grip and tickling her even harder. Her laughter was music to my ears, each sound filling up the cracks inside me until there was nothing left but pure joy.

Finally, I stopped, letting her catch her breath, though I didn’t let her go. She was red-faced and smiling, and damn, I’d missed that smile. It was the kind of smile that could turn a bad day into something beautiful, the kind that reminded me why I couldn’t ever let her slip away.

“Let’s try something new,” I said, my voice low and teasing as I bent down and carried her into my arms.

“Dave!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carried her effortlessly out of the room.

“Shh, baby,” I said, shooting her a wink. “You trust me, right?”

Her lips parted like she was about to argue, but then she closed them, smiling instead. “Always.”

That single word sent a wave of warmth through me, and I tightened my hold on her as I carried her toward the bathroom at the end of the hall. Not just any bathroom, it was Dad’s. It was the only one in the house with a bathtub and I’d been saving this idea for the perfect moment which I think it's now. Washing off bad hormones.

“I can’t believe we’re going in here,” she said, laughing softly as she glanced around.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” I said, setting her down gently on the tiled floor. “Besides, we don’t have a bathtub in our rooms, so Dad’s it is.”

The bathroom wasn’t anything special, just an old clawfoot tub, a plain white sink, and a mirror that was slightly fogged around the edges but it would do something memorable. I turned to her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

“Please wait here,” I murmured gently.

She nodded, watching me with surprise written all over her face, as I stepped over to the tub and turned the faucet. Of course, I can be a gentleman. Warm water poured out in a steady stream, filling the tub with steam as I adjusted the temperature. After the temperature reached the ideal level, just hot enough to relax without being too hot I added a few drops of Dad's lavender-scented bath oil.

Evie squeezed her eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “Lavender?”

I shrugged, grinning. “Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. You know I've never disappointed you before.”

The scent filled the air as the water rose higher, and I turned back to her, my heart thudding in my chest. She was still watching me, her expression soft and curious, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at her beautiful face. Truth be told, Evie was so pretty. Like I've had a lot of girls but trust me, I've never met a girl as pretty as my sister.

“Come here,” I commanded, my voice dropping to a whisper.

She walked forward majestically like the queen she was, her movements funny and deliberate, and I reached for the hem of her camisole, sliding it up and over her head. Her breath hitched, with her cheeks turning pink, but she didn’t stop me. One by one, I stripped her of every layer, my hands brushing against her soft skin as I went.

After she was naked with her pink nipples calling my names, and my eyes tracing the curves of her body, I stepped forward. She was beautiful, more than I could ever put into words or write adequately but they were all in my head, and I wanted to commit every inch of her to memory.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, and her lips curved into a shy smile.

I extended my hand to her, and she took it, allowing me to take her into the bathtub. Her body relaxed into the warmth, which added an intense glow to her complexion, and the water lapping against her skin as she sank in was a perfect way to start the day. A gentle sigh escaped her lips as she leaned her head back on the edge of the tub.

I grabbed a small towel, soaking it in the water before trailing it gently from her ears, over to her shoulders, her arms, and her collarbone. I leaned in, circling her long nipples before pressing in hard. She released a small moan with her back arching towards my hand. It was as if I was painting her with the water.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly as I continued, the room falling into a sweet melody of her moans. The only sound was the faint drip of the faucet and the soft splash of water as it rippled around her.

“You okay?” I asked softly, my voice breaking the quiet.

She opened her eyes, meeting mine with a look that made my chest threw several backflips. “More than okay,” she whispered with a smile escaping her lips.

I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before trailing my lips down to her temple, her cheek, and her curved jaw. Her skin was warm, her scent intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

“I need to clean too,” I said, stepping into the bathtub, the warm water lapping at my skin as I joined her.

She looked up at me with a playful grin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ooh… I see what you’re trying to do, and I love it,” she teased, her voice dripping with anticipation.

I settled in front of her, the heat of the water matching the simmering tension between us. Facing her, I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her closer, the intimacy of the moment heightened by the soft sound of water splashing around us.

Her eyes darted down and then back up to meet mine, and they were filled with a longing that she did not express. I leaned forward slowly, guiding myself between the soft curve of her breasts, and the sensation ignited a fire deep within me. I was able to have my way between her breasts.

With a sly smile, she tilted her head, her voice low and sultry. “I want you to fuck my tits too,” she whispered, her words sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me.

I couldn’t resist the way her lips curled into that knowing smile, her confidence as fascinating as her body. The steam from the bath swirled around us, wrapping us in a cocoon of heat and intimacy, as we indulged in the kind of connection that only we could create.

Obeying the silent command of my sister, I let my cock glide upward towards her inviting cleft, sliding into the warm valley of her cleavage. She tilted toward me with a playful smirk, wrapping her hands skillfully pressing around her luscious, pink-tipped boobs and pressing them together, enveloping me completely.

My breath seized for a moment as I watched her captivated with my cock completely swallowed by the warm embrace of her boobs. Obviously, I knew I'd always sucked my sister’s big boobs, but seeing this woman’s boobs entirely consume me like this was something I hadn’t expected. They swallowed me whole, their plushness cradling every part of my cock in a way that was meant to be studied. She really felt different.

She started slow, gliding up and down with deliberate precision, her movements almost teasing as she locked my eyes with hers. My body trembled under her touch, and my moans grew out involuntarily. As she picked up the pace, the wetness from my arousal mixed with the friction, making the slide even smoother and more electric.

To the point where I was unable to control myself, I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her fiery red curls, entwining my fingers in their gentleness. I softly pulled, which resulted in a low, seductive gasp coming from her lips, which only served to stoke the fires of my mounting desire. Her look was filled with a mixture of control and raw, unrestrained passion as she worked me furiously, sending me spiraling closer and closer to the brink with each movement. She locked eyes with me, and her gaze was filled with fire.

The sensation was crazy but confidence and control made it even impossible to look away. I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly she held me there, as though her body was made for this exact moment.

Afterward, her mischievous smile returned as she held my gaze. Without a word, she guided the head of my cock to her nipple. Slowly, she dabbed it against herself, teasing herself as much as she was teasing me.

The feeling of her hardened nipples against my slick, throbbing length sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through me. She circled my tip around her nipple, letting out a faint gasp as she arched into the sensation. Her other hand came up to squeeze her other breast, offering it to me like a gift as if inviting me to indulge further.

She was a blend of seduction and playfulness that had me utterly spellbound. The way her body responded, the slight shiver in her breath, and the glint of satisfaction in her eyes all told me she was as lost in the moment as I was.

I moved to the edge of the tub, the cold ceramic beneath me. She remained in the bath, surrounded by bubbles that sparkled and clung to her skin like a second layer. Her eyes locked onto mine, and a wicked smile played on her lips as her hands found my throbbing cock.

She stroked it slowly at first, her soft palms swimming along my cock with conscious accuracy, teasing every vein as if she had all the time in the world. Her fingers trailed downward, cradling my tightened scrotum, and the way her touch lingered sent pleasures tearing through me.

She leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock, her mouth warm and inviting. She sucked gently, her tongue flicking over my cap before sliding down my cock. Then, as if her mission was to drive her brother crazy, she let her tongue explore further, trailing down until her lips met my balls.

She licked them slowly like she was savoring her favorite treat. Her eyes met mine, with a mischievous side smile. Even as her mouth stayed focused on my balls, her hand didn’t relent, stroking my dick in a rhythm that made it nearly impossible to hold back.

More than mind-numbing was the combination of the two. Her fingers continued to move at a regular and exasperating pace, her tongue worked in circles that were slow and deliberate. The room was filled with the sound of her wet kisses and the faint splash of water that was all around her, which added to the raw and sensual of the moment. I was more than prepared to let her lead me wherever she wanted to go because she would drive me like a licensed driver.

“This moment,” I murmured between gripping her hair, “is priceless.”

And it was. Nothing else mattered—not the world outside, not the chaos that sometimes threatened to pull us apart. It was just us, here, together, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and lavender-scented air.

I stayed by her side, my hand trailing through the water as it flowed over her skin. Every touch, every glance, every quiet moment was a reminder of how much she meant to me, how much I’d missed her.

She leaned into me, her head resting against my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Holding her close as she shivered slightly. “I love you,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with something I couldn’t quite place, and then she smiled. “I love you too.”

Those words were simple but strong enough to settle down in my chest, filling every one of my heart with warmth.

I held her hand tightly in mine, silently vowing never to let go. She was my everything, my light, my reason and I’d do whatever it took to keep her by my side.

This was just the beginning, and I couldn’t wait to see where the road would take us. Together.