I settled into my seat, the plane humming beneath me as we hurtled through the sky. It had been two years since Gary left—two years of aching to understand why. I was only sixteen then, too young and scared to push for the truth but old enough to feel the gaping hole his absence left in our family. No one would tell me why he’d gone. It was like he’d been erased, like mentioning his name would shatter some fragile peace.
But I couldn’t just forget him. Gary was my brother, my protector, who’d taught me how to ride a bike and wiped away my tears when I scraped my knee. How could I pretend he didn’t exist? At eighteen, I finally had enough. I booked the ticket, packed my bags, and flew to the States to find him. I didn’t know what to say when I saw him or if he wanted to see me, but I had to try. I had to understand why he left, why everything had changed.
The journey felt forever, my thoughts swirling like the clouds outside the window. I imagined every possible scenario—maybe he’d slam the door in my face, or perhaps he wouldn’t even recognise me. But deep down, I hoped he’d be glad to see me, that he’d explain everything, and that somehow, we could piece together the fragments of our broken family.
When I finally arrived at his flat, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. I raised my hand to knock but hesitated. What if this was a mistake? What if he didn’t want me here?
Before I could second-guess myself again, the door swung open, and there he was—Gary. He looked older and more worn than I remembered, but it was him. His eyes widened in surprise, and we just stared at each other momentarily.
“Mia?” he finally said, his voice a mix of shock and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“Hi, Gary,” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. “Can I come in?”
He stepped aside, still looking at me like he couldn’t believe I was honest. The flat was small, cluttered with books and papers, but it felt warm, lived-in. I perched on the edge of his sofa, feeling more nervous than I’d ever been.
“I didn’t think… Why are you here?” he asked, sitting across from me.
“I needed to see you,” I said, the words spilling out in a rush. “I needed to know why you left and never came back.”
He looked away, his jaw tightening. “Mia, it’s complicated. You were just a kid when I left—”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” I interrupted, my voice more assertive now. “I’m eighteen. I deserve to know the truth.”
Gary sighed, rubbing his temples to ward off a headache. “Something happened between Mum and me, Mia. She didn’t say anything to you, did she?”
I shook my head, the confusion growing. “No… she never mentioned anything.”
He looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. “Dad hated it. He tried to cover it up, to pretend it never happened. That’s why I had to leave. I couldn’t stay there anymore.”
My mind raced, trying to piece together what he was saying. But before I could ask anything else, Gary stood up, signalling that the conversation was over.
“Thanks for coming, Mia,” he said, his voice still heavy with whatever he wasn’t telling me. “But it’s better if you go home now.”
“I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?” My voice was steadier than I felt, a flicker of defiance breaking through the uncertainty.
Gary’s eyes flickered with something—surprise, maybe, or regret—but he didn’t move. We stood there, the tension between us almost palpable, like a string pulled taut and ready to snap.
“Mia…” he started, but I cut him off, stepping closer, determined not to back down.
“No, Gary. You don’t get to push me away, not after everything. I’ve spent two years wondering what happened, why you left, why no one will talk about it. You’re my brother, and I deserve to know the truth.”
He looked at me, really looked at me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a crack in his armour. But just as quickly, it was replaced by that same closed-off expression.
“It’s not that simple,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“Then make it simple,” I insisted, my frustration bubbling. “You left, Gary. You left me, you left Mum… and she misses you, you know? She won’t say it, but I can see it in her eyes every time your name comes up. And Dad… Dad just gets angry, like mentioning you is some crime. But no one will tell me why.”
He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture I remembered so well, as if he was trying to comb through the tangled thoughts in his head. For a long moment, he said nothing, and I could almost hear the battle inside him, the war between the truth and the desire to keep it buried.
“I… I couldn’t stay,” he finally said, his voice heavy with resignation. “Mum and I… got close, I mean close. Truthfully I wanted to stay, but dad gave me money told me to leave.”
The room seemed to freeze around us, the air thick with the weight of his confession. I stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. “You and Mum…?” I could barely get the words out, the implications swirling in my mind like a storm I couldn’t grasp.
Gary nodded slowly, his eyes filled with shame and sadness. “We didn’t mean for it to happen, Mia. It just… it just did. One night, after another argument with Dad, we found ourselves in this place of comfort… and it crossed a line. Dad found out, and he was furious. He couldn’t bear the thought of it, so he gave me money and told me to leave. Said it was the only way to keep the family together. I didn’t have a choice.”
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to break free from my chest. The pieces were all falling into place now: the strange silences, the way Mum’s eyes always seemed distant, the unspoken tension that had haunted our home. But still, it didn’t feel real. How could it be real?
“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“I don’t expect you to say anything,” Gary replied, his voice soft, almost defeated. “I just… I wanted to protect you from it, Mia. That’s why I never returned or didn’t reach out. I didn’t want you to be caught in all this.”
I felt tears welling up, blurring my vision. “You’re my brother, Gary. I needed you. We all did.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, and I could hear the sincerity in his voice, the regret that had haunted him for these two long years. “I wish things could have been different.”
We just sat there momentarily, the enormity of the situation settling over us like a heavy blanket. There was no easy way out of this, no simple solution that could fix the mess our family had become.
But I knew one thing then: I wouldn’t let Gary walk away again. Whatever had happened, whatever mistakes had been made, we were still family. And somehow, we’d have to find a way to move forward.
“I don’t have much room,” he said, glancing around the trim flat as if seeing it for the first time through my eyes.
“I’m not picky,” I replied, trying to inject some lightness into the tension between us. “And besides, I didn’t come to sleep in some impersonal hotel. I came to see you to figure this out. Together.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair again, that same gesture that told me he was still wrestling with himself. But then he nodded slowly as if he was finally accepting that this wasn’t a battle he had to fight alone.
“Alright, Mia,” he said, his voice softening. “You can stay. We’ll sort this out, somehow.”
Deep down, I was angry, but at the same time, my brother had a great body and looks.
Sitting in his small, cluttered flat, I couldn’t help but take in his appearance. It had been two years since I’d last seen him, and he looked different—older, sure, but there was a confidence to him now, a strength that I found incredibly attractive.
“So when you say you and mum, how, when and where? Did you, you know?” I asked curiously.
“Well, it started after one of our usual arguments with Dad,” Gary began, his voice low and hesitant. “Mum and I had both had enough and we just… ended up in her room, talking and comforting each other. One thing led to another, and we crossed a line.”
My mind was racing, trying to process this new information. I’d always suspected something had happened between them, but I never imagined it was like this.
“Did you… did you love her?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Gary looked away, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know, Mia. It’s complicated. I cared about her deeply but never thought of it as love. It just… happened.”
I nodded, understanding more than I wanted to. “And Dad found out?”
“He caught us at it. When he came home early, he became furious, gave me a wad of cash, and told me to leave without a word,” Gary admitted, the words heavy and thick with emotion. He looked at me, a mix of pain and longing in his eyes, and I realized that whatever had happened, he hadn’t been able to forget either.
“What happened after you left?” I asked softly, feeling like I was prying into something intensely personal and private, but I had to know.
“Things were a mess. Dad forbade Mum ever to mention my name or talk to me again, and he couldn’t even look at her without anger and bitterness in his eyes. The tension between them was so thick you could feel it before opening the front door. But Mum…” Gary sighed, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “She cried for months despite not showing it outwardly. She blamed herself, and no matter how often I called her to check on her, it never changed.”
I closed my eyes, imagining the scene – the heaviness of Dad’s anger, Mum’s silent grief. Knowing this was because Gary and my Mum had accidentally fallen in love broke my heart. “And what about you, Gary?”
Gary let out a mirthless laugh. “I bounced around different cities, going from job to job. I always thought about returning to them and trying to fix things between us. But I couldn’t. It wouldn’t have worked out, and I didn’t know where to begin or how to explain myself without hurting them further. So I just stayed away, distant, as time passed.”
“But why the USA? Why not stay in the UK?” I asked, curious about his decision to move so far away.
Gary sighed, looking down at his hands. “I needed a fresh start, Mia. I couldn’t stay in the same place where everything reminded me of what I’d lost. It was too hard, too painful. I needed to get away and find myself again.”
I nodded, understanding his decision even if I disagreed with it. “And how have things been for you here?”
He shrugged, a dreamy look in his eyes. “It’s been tough, Mia. I’ve missed you and Mum so much and struggled to find my place here. But I’ve made friends and found a job I like, so it’s not all bad.”
“How many times do you both know, do it?” I said as I sipped my coffee.
“Mia,” Gary said, his voice laced with shock. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”
I met his gaze, my expression unapologetic. “I’m eighteen, Gary. I can handle the truth.”
He sighed, rubbing his forehead as if trying to erase a headache. “Once or twice, well maybe more; listen, I have a high sex drive; I know it’s no excuse.”
“I understand,” I said, nodding. “It’s not like I haven’t had my share of relationships and experiences, Gary. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
Gary looked at me with a mixture of surprise and admiration. “I guess I forget sometimes how grown up you are, Mia. You’re still my little sister, after all.”
One week later
After spending a week together, I got closer to Gary. I discovered he was still the same person I’d looked up to all my life—kind, protective. I could see the pain in his eyes when he talked about Mum and Dad, and I ached to take it away.
But there was something else between us now—a spark, an electric current that I couldn’t ignore. I tried to push it away, to tell myself that I couldn’t feel this way about my brother, but it was no use. Every time I looked at him, I felt my heart race and my body flush with heat. Was this how mum felt, in a trance?
He’s been sleeping on the couch all week and letting me sleep in his bed. Later that night, I undressed naked, and I put on my see-through nightie; at the time, I didn’t think anything of it. I always wear this at home, but I wasn’t at home.
As I lay in Gary’s bed, the darkness enveloping me like a soft blanket, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between us. I felt mixed emotions coursing through me—excitement, confusion, and a deep longing that I couldn’t quite place.
I could hear the TV in the other room and got out of bed to check on him. When I entered the living room, he was sitting on the couch, crying into his hands, and a bottle of whisky was on the floor.
“Gary, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice gentle.
He shook his head, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I… I miss them, Mia. I miss Mum and Dad so much. I know I can’t go back, but it still hurts.”
My heart ached for him. I couldn’t imagine the pain of being torn away from the people you loved most. I sat down next to him, pulling him into a tight hug.
As I pull away, I hold his cheek; I look deep into his eyes.
I see their pain, the longing for a family that is no longer whole. And I realize that I feel the same way.
Before I can second-guess myself, I lean in, brushing my lips against his in a tentative kiss. Gary stiffens in surprise, but then he relaxes, kissing me back with a hunger that takes my breath away.
The kiss deepens, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as if drawn together by some unseen force. I can feel Gary’s arousal pressing against me, and I moan with desire, my body responding in ways I never thought possible.
We pull away, gasping for air, our eyes locked as if trying to convey everything we’re feeling without words. And then, without a word, Gary stands up, pulling me with him. He leads me to his bedroom, his movements confident and sure.
He lays me down on the bed, his body covering mine as he begins to explore every inch of me with his hands and mouth. I cry out with pleasure, my fingers digging into his back as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy.
But as much as I want this, as much as I wish Gary, there’s a voice in my head that won’t be silenced. This is my brother, I tell myself. This is wrong.
But Gary’s touch feels so good and right that I can’t push him away. And as I give myself over to the pleasure, I realize that sometimes, the lines between right and wrong blur. Sometimes, the heart wants what it wants, regardless of the consequences.
And as Gary pulls my nightie up and off, his eyes widen at my naked body and hairless pussy. He leaned forward, putting my right tit in his mouth; it felt so good. At the exact time as he takes out his cock as he rubs it up and down my labia. He slowly pushes inside me, filling me with warmth and love; I realize this is one of those times. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer as we move together in a rhythm that is as old as time itself.
“Ah fuck sis, we… we shouldn’t…” That didn’t stop him from slamming his ass up and down as his cock pounded my tight pussy.
“Shh G-Gary, um,” I silenced him with a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth as our bodies moved in perfect harmony. I could feel him pulsing inside me, every thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
“Mia, oh God, Mia,” he moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. “I never thought… I never imagined…”
I didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. All I could do was feel and let the sensations wash over me as Gary made love to me with a passion and intensity that took my breath away.
“Show me what you… Mmmm ah fuck G-Gary, show me what you did to mum, Mmm ahh, do me as you did her,” But even as he spoke, his hips kept moving, his cock sliding in and out of me with a maddening rhythm. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body trembling with pleasure.
“Please,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just show me, Gary. Just… let me feel what she felt.”
For a moment, he hesitated, his body stilling above mine. But then, he began to move again, his thrusts becoming slower, deeper, more deliberate. As he moved inside me, I could feel myself slipping away, my mind filled with images of my mother and Gary together, their bodies entwined in passion and desire.
“Like this?” Gary asked, his voice low and ragged. “Did Mum like it like this?”
“Oh yes, she did, even this,” he pinned my knees to my boobs and held onto the back of my thighs.
Gary’s thrusts became harder and faster, his cock pounding into me with a primal intensity that stole my breath away. I could feel myself slipping closer to the edge, my body trembling with pleasure.
“Yes, Gary, like that,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with desire. “Just like that, harder, come on… Mmmm, is that all you got, big bro.”
The last guy who had sex with me came within five minutes; Gary was so good.
“D-dont cum, please don’t, I-I um… oh…, I want it to last all night,” I said as his ass went up and down as he slowed his thrusts.
“Don’t worry, I can last a long time, sis,” Gary panted, his eyes locked onto mine, his expression intense and passionate. “I want to make this last, to show you how much I’ve missed you and love you.”
“Oh, Gary, I’m so close,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his back as he continued to thrust into me with a maddening rhythm. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
Gary responded by increasing his pace, his hips moving faster and harder as he drove deeper into me. I could feel myself slipping over the edge, my body trembling with pleasure as he brought me closer and closer to the brink.
“Mia, I’m going to cum,” Gary groaned, his voice ragged with desire. “I can’t hold back any longer, sis.”
“Yes, Gary, cum for me,” I urged, my pleasure building to a fever pitch. “Cum inside me, fill me up with your love.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Gary let out a hoarse cry as he reached his peak, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he released his load. I could feel him filling me up, his warmth spreading through me as he emptied himself into me.
For a moment, we lay there, our bodies entwined as we caught our breath, our hearts racing in the aftermath of our passion. And then, Gary pulled out of me, collapsing onto the bed beside me as we lay there, spent and satisfied.
“Wow,” Gary said, his voice still ragged with exhaustion. “That was… so sexy, Mia.”
“Yes, it was,” I agreed, my voice soft and dreamy. “I never knew it could be like that. Like mother like daughter, right Gary? Haha.”
Gary chuckled, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Yes, like mother like daughter. But even more intense, more passionate.”
I smiled, my head resting on his chest as I sighed contented. “Yes, more intense, more passionate. Thank you, Gary, for showing me this side of you, for giving in to the passion between us.”
In that moment, I no longer saw Gary as my brother but as a man—a man who had awakened in me a hunger and a desire that I couldn’t ignore.
And as we lay there, our hearts beating in time with each other, I knew I couldn’t turn back now—that I was ready to embrace this new connection between us, no matter where it might lead.
But for now, I was content to bask in the afterglow of our passion, to let the warmth and love between us envelop me like a cocoon, shielding me from the outside world.
For now, I was happy to be with Gary—to feel his body pressed against mine, to hear his breath slowing as he drifted off to sleep, and to know that I wasn’t alone for the first time in years.
As my eyes fluttered closed, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a certainty that whatever happened between us, we would face it together as a family.
“I love you, Gary,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Gary stirred beside me, his arm wrapping around me as he pulled me close.
“I love you too, Mia,” he murmured, his breath warm against my neck.
And with that, I drifted off to sleep, my dreams filled with the promise of a new beginning—one built on love, passion, and a connection that could never be broken.
