Razor's Edge of Love

Chapter 1, Two Years Later:


"Julie," John called from the other side of the white bathroom door as he knocked. He waited a few seconds and knocked again. He could tell the water wasn't running, but he hadn't seen her anywhere else in the house. "Julie," he called again, his voice a little higher in volume.

Another few seconds passed and he knew he couldn't take going much longer without a shower after having been out in the summer sun for the past few hours while he ran errands for their father who was still at work.

John the tried the door knob and walked in when he realized it wasn't locked. He managed to see that his suspicion had been right, but he couldn't understand how she hadn't heard him. "Julie, are you awake?" he asked.

Julie didn't reply as she couldn't hear much over her increasing heartbeat sounding in her ears as she was far too lost in her thoughts. The shower time thoughts she often had of John. It was now the late morning of her twentieth birthday and she couldn't think of a better way to begin it. She had her eyes closed as she leaned against the slanted back of the tub, her right hand between her parted thighs, her fingers moving in a clockwise rhythm just around her swelling clit.

John couldn't help but stare for a long moment. He wasn't too surprised to see her this way, knowing she had not been with anyone since high school, but he never thought he would be watching her and not through their frosted shower curtain.

Still, Julie's eyes were closed and her breaths began to grow slightly shorter. John had been trying for the past two years to deny how he truly felt about her since their kiss on his twenty-fourth birthday, but he couldn't any longer.

Julie continued her movements, her hips just short of bucking into her hand as she drove herself closer to climax.

John could feel his own arousal begin as he heard Julie's continue to build. Part of him knew he should turn and leave the heated room now and pretend he had never been there. To just go to his room and finish his fantasy there, but he found himself frozen in that place, his excitement building quickly.

He wanted it to be him she was seeing in her mind's eye, but mentally scolded himself for even thinking it. Seconds later though, he got his answer.

"John," she moaned softly as she imagined his soft, skilled tongue exploring her creaming slit where the fingers of her left hand had traveled to. His full lips occasionally puckering at her increasingly swelling bud where her right middle finger continued to trace the smooth rosy skin around it.

Hearing her moan his name only added to John's arousal and he managed to speak up, "Yes?" he asked, his voice softer than he'd planned.

Julie jumped in surprise and quickly pulled her hands away from herself and looked to John as she covered her chest with her arms as best she could.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he told her quickly.

"What are you doing in here?!" she demanded.

"I don't know," he confessed. "I didn't think anyone was here and when I saw you - I'm sorry, I'm going," he said quickly as he made his way out of the stifling room.

Breathing heavily from the shock, Julie slowly brought her arms down and looked back to the door. She hated how she had reacted, but couldn't bring herself to go to him yet. She needed to breathe, to think and to let them each try to regain some sort of composure.

'You fucking idiot!' John scolded himself mentally once he got into his room. 'You just had to stay, you couldn't have just left with that image.'

"You are so stupid," Julie whispered to herself. 'The best looking guy you've seen in your life, turned on by you, just as ready to go as you are and you let him walk out of the fucking room. You utter and complete moron!' she continued in her mind.

John took a seat in his desk chair and carefully lowered his zipper and unbuttoned his jeans, letting his pulsating erection finally jut free as it continued to swell.

Wanting to get rid of it as quickly as he could, wanting to forget this morning ever happened, he took his straining rod into his tight fist. He tried to imagine each and every woman he had ever even been partially attracted to as he quickly stroked himself root to tip.

But it wasn't until he saw a few images of Julie force their way into his mind that he began to near his edge. First of her being near him on any given day or night. Then seeing her in the tub again. And when he heard her moan his name in his mind again was when a loud, satisfied groan escaped his throat as he came.

Not nearly as forcefully or as satisfyingly as he had hoped, but still it at least had temporarily gotten the job done. It was just that he could not stop thinking of how he had successfully ruined any chance he may have had with her and it had only distracted him.

For Julie, it was more of the same. In the tub, she returned to her earlier work. 'Work,' she thought. 'It wasn't until now.' All she could see was John no matter how many previous crushes or famous actors she tried to force her mind to see. She hated how she had reacted, but she knew she could not go to John until she'd finished. Not if she wanted any chance of really talking to him like she knew she needed to.

'Come on,' she pleaded with her body as her climax neared for the third time before backing off once again. It had been at least ten minutes, she knew and finally she decided to give in. She remembered a recent hug they had shared, her slim frame pressed gently to him while his strong arms coiled around her. The way his brown eyes would gleam when he smiled to her and finally the sight of how seeing her those minutes ago had effected him.

"Ah!" she gasped sharply, unable to form any kind of speech as she could almost feel his body against hers once again as she convulsed a few times. But still it had not been the release that had been promised earlier. Though she was glad to have at least part of it out of the way now.

Breathing heavily, she brought her knees to her slightly heaving chest as she sat back up and turned the shower back on to let the cool spray soothe her fevered body. She continued to reflect on what had just happened, still unable to really believe it.

It seemed to both of them that as soon as they had revealed their secrets to one another, albeit unexpectedly, they had lost any chance of being with the other.

After another fifteen minutes of relaxation and reflection, Julie turned off the water stepped out of the tub. She took the towel and wrapped it around herself as she began to pace the length of the nearly seven foot long bathroom.

The room was hot and stuffy and her long dark waves were hanging in tangles, but all she could think of was how to talk to John after this. Assuming he could even look at her after this.

She dried herself as quickly as she could and dressed before raking a brush through her hair and made her way to John's room.

"Hey," he said as she knocked on his open bedroom door, his voice low, still showing his mortification.

"Can I come in?" When she saw him nod she made her way over and sat beside him on his bed. "I'm sorry for earlier."

"So am I," he told her. "I guess I should've knocked louder or just left, but -"

"It's okay," she said. "I'm not mad. I was just really, really surprised." She paused for a moment and asked, "How long have you felt this way?"

"I guess since just before you turned eighteen," he said. "And then when we kissed, I guess it's just been growing ever since." Though he slightly feared her response, he asked, "How about you?"

Julie took a deep breath and said, "Let's just say every girl has that one guy that she compares all others to, even when she's eight.

He smiled slightly and let her continue.

"I know you know that the last guy I was with was back in high school, but did you ever stop to think about the kind of guys they were?" she asked.

"No," he answered.

"Just under six feet tall, dark hair," she began. "Had to settle for short dark hair though because none of them had grown theirs out like you had."

John laughed slightly as he ran a hand through his now short dark strands, but didn't interrupt. He wanted to hear more as her words were beginning to make him feel a lot better. As did the memory of how she reacted to his new look.

"It suits you," she had said as she ran a hand through it herself. "It suits you now just as the other did before," she had added.

"One was on the wrestling team and the other was a football player," she went on. "Tall, strong, well built, good looking brunettes. Aside from them having blue eyes, who does that sound like to you?"

His smile widened slightly as he softly answered, "Me. I guess it's my turn to confess then." He paused and took a deep breath before replying, "Let's just say you're not the only one who had to settle for blue eyes. Though mine were still petite brunettes as opposed to the others everyone else seemed to want."

"So you already had an image of what I was going to look like when I grew up and were already looking for it?"

"Not exactly. I didn't know it was you I was seeing, but now that I know, it hasn't changed."

Julie ran her left hand down John's exposed, well muscled right arm and soon her brown eyes met his. Not needing to hear any more, she leaned slightly into him, wanting him to meet her halfway.

Just as she had hoped, he did. This was their first kiss in nearly two years. Their first even almost kiss since that amazing night, having been too afraid of getting caught by their father to try again until now. And this kiss began just as tender as the first had been, but soon growing deeper.

Their arms were soon around each other as their kiss deepened still, her mouth opening slowly, but willingly beneath his probing tongue.

Not only couldn't she, but Julie didn't want to deny how much she and her body were enjoying this. Finally after so long it was truly John against her, his lips finally meeting hers once again, finally his mouth now exploring hers while hers did the same with his and it finally being his muscular form her arms were around in this way as she rested her hands at his wide, squared shoulders.

John almost couldn't believe it himself, but it didn't show as he continued to intensify their kiss while he drew her closer to him.

Julie's only protest produced itself as a soft, disappointed moan a few seconds later when they parted for a much needed gulp of air.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" he asked through heavy breaths.

"Yes," she answered just as breathlessly as she pulled the brunette man's mouth back to hers as her own questing tongue began to thrust into his hot mouth, John kissing her back just as furiously.

A deep moan came up from John's chest next as he began to move his hands around from her back to her naturally large rounds. His hands soon wandered to her flat stomach, up under her shirt and finally underneath to generously cup her needy swells.

Julie broke their heated kiss as her head began to lean back as another moan escaped from her. She felt John's lips move to her neck and she began to work her hands up under his shirt. His lips and hands only left her skin for a brief moment as she nearly tore his red t-shirt from him, dropping it to the foot of the bed behind him.

Following her lead as he felt the heat building within himself, John did the same with hers, making quick work of the pink lace separating his skin from hers next. "Julie -" he began, unable to deny how his body was reacting to the sight he saw as perfection before him. The rising and falling of her breasts with each deep breath, the small tips of her pale swells hardened and reddened by the cool air hitting her still slightly dampened chest and her own arousal.

Slowly, Julie began to lie down, John still not breaking their kiss as he followed her down. But when he did break it seconds later, it was solely to lower his kisses over her bare top half. Kissing all down the line at the center of her breasts, to the flat of her stomach and slightly farther as he took her powder pink pajama pants into his strong hands and began to bring them down, tossing them aside as well.

Julie's fingers soon began to work their way through John's short dark hair as he continued lowering his kisses over her stark form, her wet heat emerging from her core, beginning to coat the very top of her inner thighs.

John's own arousal was building steadily as well as his agile oral organ met her opening.

She gasped sharply in pleasant surprise as she took in the sensations of his tongue tracing her sopping folds and still swelling clit. She could feel a surge of hot pleasure being sent through her as he continued. She moved her hands to the sheet just beneath her and dug her nails in. It was all she could do to keep from clinging to John that way.

Feeling the pulsing at his lips from Julie's groin only caused his own to increase more and more. He could almost swear that soon he would burst right through the thick blue denim.

"Please don't stop," Julie whispered suddenly as she felt his tongue slip into her completely wet slit.

He worked it over and between her folds for several seconds before lowering his hands from her thighs to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them as quickly as he could, kicking them off once they reached his strong and well defined legs.

John's long, slender stalk was now free of its denim imprisonment and was beginning to tease Julie's entrance as he moved above and between her, his lips soon being lowered to hers, kissing her deeply once more.

Julie kissed him back as her slim form began to writhe beneath him while his large hands wandered over her once again. Low moans were escaping her throat already, each entering his.

John pulled his mouth away slightly as a groan escaped his own throat, feeling his entire groin swelling need and desire. He moved a hand down between his sister's parted thighs, wanting to prepare her before entering her. Julie gasped sharply again as his fingertips grazed her achingly swollen nub and John knew then how close she was, his fingers now coated in her wet heat.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take," Julie confessed through heavy breaths.

"All right," John told her as he took his straining steel-hard rod into his fist. As he began to slide into her, he felt her hips snap forward, wanting to take him in all at once.

"Wow," she moaned as her hips arched to meet his.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah," she told him, her voice sounding slightly strained. It was not as though he was abnormally huge, but he did feel made for her and her body could not help but respond favorably. "I always knew you were, but now," her quickened breaths and searing pleasure making it difficult for her to speak as her lower half continued to rise and fall against his.

"How did you know?" he asked with a slight smile, knowing she was referencing his large size.

"Your sweats leave little to the imagination," she answered with a slight smile of her own as she fought to keep her hips slow and controlled.

"Just tell me when," he said, his smile yet to completely fade as he slowly began to push more of himself into her, not wanting to hurt her.

Aside from her occasional moans and gasps, Julie remained quiet. She wanted all of him in her and it would not be too much more of a wait.

John could feel Julie's body accepting him, her inner walls grasping him tightly, her juices coating his engorged tool. Now his own breaths were quickening. His large hands moved to her soft mounds, covering them completely, kneading gently, occasionally pinching her small, swollen tips between his fingers.

Julie's back arched beneath him in acceptance, wanting as much of her to be touched by him as possible. His hands then moved to her sides as he lowered his mouth to trail soft, slow kisses around her rosy and achingly hardened nubs.

John began to pump himself into her more. He could tell now he would not last much longer either and sped up his pace.

Julie met him at each thrust, her hands now behind his broad shoulders. "Yes," she began to moan as she felt herself nearing her edge. "Ohhh, faster," she added after a few more quickened breaths.

John could not manage a reply, but granted her breathless request.

Their lightly tanned and heated torsos and abdomens began to flinch soon and every part of they bodies seemed to be tensing and they both knew what would soon be next.

"John!" Julie called just before her slim body convulsed almost violently beneath him.

Feeling her walls tense and flutter around him as more of her hot juices soaked him was enough to send John over the edge next. He let out a long, gratified groan as he shuddered and trembled above Julie, his swollen, seed heavy balls emptying into his sister's already dripping tunnel, collapsing beside her seconds later.

"That may be the best birthday present you've ever given me," Julie managed to say through labored breaths seconds later.

"That was incredible," he agreed.

Another minute passed and Julie began to stand despite her legs still shaking slightly.

"Where are you going?" John asked her as he saw her gather her clothes that had been scattered around his bed.

"Dad will be home any minute," she said. "Do you really want to get caught like this by him?"

"I guess that's what we get for still living at home," he said as he remained on the bed, wanting to take his time in his recovery.

"Well, it's not entirely by choice, you know that as well as I do," she stated as she finished dressing. "After all these years it's pretty obvious he refuses to let us leave. All that talk about family unity and how his family had three generations under the same roof. Personally, I'm glad it's just us."

"So am I," he said with a smile as he looked up at her, his brown eyes meeting hers once more.

"So, what are we now?" she asked sort of suddenly. "Are we siblings with benefits, or more?"

"We're what we've always been, why does there have to be a label?" he asked.

"I guess because we're not what we've always been," she answered. "We've never done this, together, before," she added. "So now a few things have changed, not that I'm complaining."

Nothing's changed," he told her as he stood up and put his strong arms around her. "We're the same as we've always been. Two people who know they'll never love anyone more than we love each other, related or not. It just took us this long to prove it to one another."

"Let's just hope Dad doesn't find out," Julie told him.

"About what?" John asked innocently.

"Exactly," she replied as they each laughed.