The Missing Piece

Katie always knew something was missing from her life.

When she met her brother for the first time when she was 19, she knew it was him that was missing.

Katie was shocked the day she found out. She had just come home from school, a weekend away from her new college life, and her mother and father were sitting in the living room quietly drinking coffee. Her mother looked like she had been crying.

"Who died?" Katie asked immediately, tears springing to her eyes, thinking it was her beloved grandmother or her favorite Aunt Mary.

"Sit down, sweetheart," her father said, patting the couch.

"Oh my god, someone did die!" Katie began crying now, falling into the couch, waiting to her the terrible news.

"No!" Her mother almost shouted, sending rays at her husband. "Mark, stop scaring her."

"Well, what is it?" Katie asked. "You both look horrible!"

"It's actually, well, kind of good news." Her mother said. She looked to Mark and then away.

"Go ahead honey, you tell her."

"Tell me what, mom?" Katie's eyes were still welling with tears, not convinced yet that the news she was getting was going to be good.

"Well, this is difficult really. See, before I met your father, I had a serious boyfriend in High school. I was probably about your age, Katie." She said. Pausing to take a breath she went on. "Well, one day I found out I was pregnant and I was scared to death! I just new my mother was going to kill me and Jake – he was my boyfriend – and I didn't know what to do."

"Okay," Katie said, still not sure yet where her mother's story was going.

"So, one day, my mother was cleaning my room and found my pregnancy test with the little plus sign? And when I got home from school that day, I found her in the kitchen on the phone. She stopped me before I could go to my room and I sat at the table while she was still talking.

At first, I didn't know what she was talking about or to whom she was talking to, but as I listened I figured out that she was planning on sending me to a retreat for expectant mothers. But, this place, this house, was for mothers who were going to give up their babies for adoption." She paused, a look of pain crossing her face and a look of shame when she looked to Katie and her husband.

"Okay," Katie said. "So, I have a sibling somewhere. So what happened?"

"Well, as soon as I figured out that my mom was planning on sending me to this place, I panicked! I ran to my room, locked my door, terrified that she was going to make me give up my baby! I wasn't going to let that happen! But, between my mother and father they convinced me that it was the only way to 'protect my innocence' and keep me from being labeled a tramp.

So, I didn't have a choice. I went to the house, lived there for the next 7 months and when my baby was born, a son, I handed him over to a couple from Nebraska. They couldn't have children, see, and they had been waiting for an infant for 3 years."

"Okay, so you got pregnant, had to give the baby up. But, you still grew up, got married to dad and had me." Katie thought for a few minutes. "I guess I am a little shocked to know I have a brother, but why are you telling me now?"

"Well, today, out of the blue, I got a call." Her mother said, wringing her hands together. When no one spoke she went on. "It was your brother, the baby boy I gave up for adoption 25 years ago."

Katie stared at her mother and then shifted her gaze to her father. He didn't look mad or anything, but still looked shocked. Katie assumed that today was the first time her father had heard this story. She wondered why her mother had kept it such a secret, but she was sure she had her reasons.

"So, wow." Katie finally said. "What now?"

"Well, it seems he found me through the place he was adopted. His adoptive parents died a few years ago in a car crash, and he decided it was time to look for his birth mother."

"So, can we like, meet him or something?" Katie was curious to see what her half brother looked like.

"Actually, he travels a lot for work," her mother said, finally standing and heading towards the kitchen. Katie and her father followed. "He is heading this way next week and would like to meet me – meet all of us – and get to know us."

"Don't you think this will be a little awkward?" Katie asked. "I mean did you tell him that you are married and have a kid?" Katie was beginning to feel a little jealous as she was an only child and liked that status.

"Yeah, he is excited to meet us all," her mother said. "He was an only child and looks forward to meeting you. He said he always wanted a sibling, even if its 25 years late." Katie's mother chuckled. Her father was still quite.

"Dad?" Katie asked, glancing in his direction. "How are you with all this?"

"Well, to be honest," he said, "I am a little shocked by it all, but I love your mother and even if he isn't my biological child, I will still love him as if he was."

"Oh dad," Katie said, giving him a hug. "Just remember, I will always be your little girl!"

"Of course you will, sweat heart," her mother said. "Just now there is just an addition."

The week flew by and Katie was nervous about meeting her new brother. Well, not new, just new to her. He was flying into the airport and checking into his hotel where the rest of Katie's family was going to be meeting up with me for dinner.

She chose her outfit carefully. She wanted to look mature and not so much like a kid sister. Her jealousy was still bubbling but she was an adult after all and she wanted to act like one. On the other hand, she had grown up without a brother and could keep living without one if he turned out to be an asshole.

Katie and her family rode to the hotel is silence. They hadn't talked too much about the thing since the week before, although her mother kept asking her if she was okay. Katie was fine with it, but now as they drew closer to the hotel, butterflies began to flutter in her stomach.

Katie's father parked the car and the all got out and began to walk to the entrance. Her brother, named Brad, was meeting them in the hotel lounge. A neutral place for them all and a place where her father could put down a few rum and cokes.

They pushed through the revolving doors and followed the signs to the bar. Katie looked expectantly around, glancing at every male that looked to be 25 and made faces at a few of them.

So unattractive, she thought. I hope he isn't Brad. Eww, or him either.

"Mrs. and Mr. Jensen?" A tall blonde hair man with piercing green eyes approached, his hand outstretched. Katie's mouth dropped open, taking him in. His body was built, she could tell under his shirt, a tapered waist and thick arms. He sported a clean-shaven face and slightly spiky hair. To her, Brad looked liked he stepped out of a GQ cover shoot.

"Brad," Her mother said, holding her hand out first and then into a hug. She cried a few tears, and Brad, as well as her father, looked slightly uncomfortable. Although, given the situation, Katie would feel a little awkward too.

Katie's mother stepped back and still holding Brad's hand, introduced him to the rest of the small family. When Katie was introduced, Brad's eyes shifted slightly over her neck to the rest of her body, barely enough for anyone to catch, except Katie.

"So," Brad said. "You're my little sister." It wasn't a question, more of a statement, and Katie simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess so." She replied. The four of them made their way over to a table and sat down. It didn't take too long for the group to settle into conversation.

Several hours later, they were still sitting in the bar, and the time was getting a late.

"I have to be up early for work, honey." Katie's mom said. "I think it best to head home."

"Oh, mom!" Katie exclaimed. "Brad I were just getting into a good conversation. Do we have to go now?"

"Mrs. Jensen, I mean, Jane, I can bring Katie home later if you want." He looked slightly to Katie, a slight glitter in his eye. "If that's okay with you I mean."

Katie didn't know what to make of Brad. Hell, he was hot, but he was also her brother. Although, he was looking at her all night as if he wished differently. Under the table he had been brushing his leg against hers, seemingly on accident, but as the night progressed and the drinks drank, his leg stayed pressed against hers. She didn't move hers.

"Well, I don't see why not. Let you two get to know each other without old people hanging around." Her mother chuckled.

"Mom, your not old." Katie said.

"Well, I guess that is okay with me. Just don't be out too late." Her father warned. "You need to head back to school tomorrow."

"I know dad. I promise. Besides, this will be a good chance for us to get to know each other after all these years." With it finally decided, Katie's mother and father kissed her and Brad goodbye and headed home.

"Well," Brad said awkwardly.

"Yeah, so…" Katie responded.

"How about…"

"Do you…"

They both started to talk at once, and both stopped laughing.

"This is pretty awkward," Brad said, motioning for the waiter. He ordered a drink for himself and a glass of wine for Katie.

"Yeah. A little."

"So what do you think?" Brad asked, leaning back.

"About what?"

"About me, about this situation."

"Well, to be honest with you, I was a little nervous." She said, sipping her wine.

"Why?"

"Well, first, I hoped you were nice, and cute and fun. A big brother, without really acting like one."

"So, how did I do then?" Brad asked.

"You are nice and you seem fun!"

"So, what, I'm not cute?"

Katie laughed. "You are cute. Very attractive." She blushed a little, sipping her wine again.

"Well, I had the same thoughts. You are everything I'd hoped for."

"So, what do we do from here?" Katie finished her wine, feeling the heat growing in her stomach.

"Well, I brought some pictures from me growing up. They are upstairs in my room. Do you want to go through them? You can make fun of your big brother with all the embarrassing pictures my mom took."

"Sure. Just don't expect me to show you mine." Katie laughed and after paying the bill, headed to the elevator.

At the door, Brad slid the plastic card in and held the door for Katie. She tossed her jacket on the chair and flopped into it.

"Give me a minute to change. I had a meeting earlier and didn't have a chance."

"Sure, take your time."

"The pictures are in that manila envelope on the desk. Help yourself."

Katie got up and walked over to the desk, opening the envelope. A thick packet of pictures fell out and she picked them up, putting them in order and began flipping through them.

Brad came out a few minutes later from the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. Katie was smiling.

"What in the world is this?" She asked, laughing.

"Which one? Bring it here."

Katie walked over to the bed, sitting next to Brad, passing him the picture.

"Oh yeah. When I was 12, my best friend and I built this great fort in the woods, right? Well, we were nailing up boards and stuff, and I slipped off our makeshift ladder, and as I fell, I scrapped my stomach along this nail sticking out from the tree. I still have the scar," Brad said, seemingly proud.

"It looks really bad!" Katie exclaimed, looking at the photo, taken in the hospital after all the stitches.

"Nah, it's cool. Wanna see?" Brad asked.

"Is it like a gross scar?"

"I don't think so. It's a long one though." Brad smiled, lifting the edge of his shirt. Katie watched mesmerized as his stomach came into view. He pulled his shirt to show where the scar started, just below his armpit and trailing down to the waistband of his pants.

Without thinking, Katie reached out and traced the raised scare with a light fingertip, top to bottom. When she got to the bottom of it, Brad seethed in.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She exclaimed. "Does it hurt?"

Brad clenched his teeth. "Um, no, actually. Just, well, it's been awhile since I've been touched like that, and well, it doesn't seem right…"

"What doesn't seem right?"

"Um, well, that I am getting excited that my sister is touching me so gently and it's getting me, well, getting me excited."

Katie hadn't noticed yet, but as she glanced without thinking about it, she could she a large shape pressing against his lounge pants he'd changed into. Her mouth made a small o, and drew in a breath.

"I'm so sorry." She said, slightly embarrassed. She blushed and looked away.

"Hey, its okay." Brad said, pulling down his shirt. "It's just been awhile for me, and well, it doesn't take much for me to get excited.

"I'm sorry." Katie said again. A silence ensued.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" Brad asked.

"No. Not in awhile." She chuckled. "I guess we are in the same boat."

The conversation ended and they moved onto safer subjects. In the meantime, Brad ordered a bottle of wine from room service and they talked about everything under the sun. The next thing they both knew, it was 2 am, and they were both pretty buzzed.

"Katie, I hate to tell you this, but I don't think I can drive you home. Are your parents going to be mad?"

Katie was sprawled on the bed, watching the ceiling spin a little. "Nah. I'll explain tomorrow. Can I just crash here?"

"Yeah, you're more than welcome, but there is only one bed."

"Well, I guess its okay since we are related and all," Katie said giggling.

"In that, case, sure. You can stay. I have some boxers and a t-shirt you can wear." Brad went to the dresser and pulled them out, tossing them to her. She got up and although a little dizzy, made her way to the bathroom.

Once she came out, Brad was already under the covers, all the way to one side. Katie got in from the other side, and pulled the blankets up to her chin. She drifted off into a buzzed sleep with a hint of excitement in her stomach.

Katie was dreaming.

But it was a delicious dream. She was warm between her legs, a hand on her breast. She was on the beach, warm sun on her skin. In her dream she felt hands all over her, up her thighs, between her legs, pinching a nipple. She arched against it.

She began to moan, reaching her hands out for the lover she couldn't see. She hated dreams like this. Lovers with no faces, no names. She called to him.

"Yes," she said through delirious sleep.

"You feel so good…" A voice said. She liked this dream! None of her other dreams had invisible lovers that responded to her. A hand slid beneath her, pressing against her sex, trying to find the edge of her panties. She shifted, anxious to help him. She felt a thick finger find her wet hole.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, actually feeling the penetration. It was so vivid!

A mouth reached her neck, a whisper in her ear. "You're so hot here," he said, sliding his finger in more, feeling Katie's tightness around him.

Katie was feeling too intense. It was too real to be a dream. She tried to wake up, but the combination of booze and deep sleep made it hard for her. She tried to turn off the dream, tried to wake up, and slowly she managed to withdraw from sleep.

However, as she awoke, the sensation of thick fingers in her pussy didn't fade. In fact, the intensified, which brought Katie fully, awake.

"Oh my god," She gasped, as her eyes opened and she saw her brothers faced nuzzled in her breasts, his hand hidden beneath the boxers she wore. "Brad!"

For a moment he paused, seemingly arousing himself from sleep. "Yes, baby." He said.

"Brad! Wait! Stop! It's me! Katie!" She tried to pull his hand away from her shorts, his mouth away from her nipple, but he fought her.

"Katie, Katie, Katie," he said over and over, each time pressing deeper into her center. Katie tried to answer him, tried to stop him, but his pressure was too great and the sensation too good.

"Brad…Its…me, Katie…Your…your sister!" She finally managed to spit out. For a moment Brads hand stopped moving and he seemed to come awake.

"Aw, fuck!" he exclaimed, looking around the room. He had yet to remove his hand from the shorts, but Katie was involuntarily still moving against him. He didn't try to withdraw. Only stayed still.

"I'm so sorry, Katie," He said. "I don't know what happened. I was having this dream, and, I don't know. Just got horny." He still hadn't moved his hand. "God, you're so wet."

Katie was torn between doing the right thing and removing his hand, or be selfish and let him continue, since she was only a few strokes of her clit away from orgasm. She let the feeling of his fingers beginning to pulse again make up her mind.

"God, I am so closing to coming," Katie said, arching into his hand.

"Are you sure you want this?" Brad asked, stroking her sex, her little bead of hardened flesh. She seethed, arching again.

"I need to come, Brad." She said. "Please, make me cum."

Needing no more provocation, Brad increased the assault on Katie's pussy. Working his fingers into and out of his sisters' hot hole, wetness coating his fingers. He moved his head slowly to her perky little breasts, biting the nipple. She arched again, this added sensation pushing her over the edge.

She came in convulsions around her brothers' hand, her tunnel contracting around his fingers. Panting, she relaxed, sinking into the mattress.

"I'm so sorry," She said this time, covering hr face in embarrassment. "I didn't mean for that to happen. Its just…well, it's been so long for me." She felt herself blushing in the dark.

"I'm sorry too," Brad said, finally withdrawing from her pussy. "I don't know what happened." In the dark, Brad put his soaked fingers to he nose, smelling the scent of his sisters come. He then pressed them to his lips, tasting the sweetness that still lingered.

An awkward silence ensued, both of the looking at the ceiling. Finally Katie spoke. "Is there…" She took a breath. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you conjure up a hooker for me so I can fuck the shit out of her? I am so turned on right now, I think I might just cum thinking about driving my cock into a tight hole." Just saying those words made his cock twitch, and Katie could feel it under the covers.

"Well, I mean, we've already gone this far." Katie said quietly. Her breath was heavy, thinking of Brad's cock, her brother's cock, sliding into her already soaked pussy. It tingled at the thought.

"What do you mean?" Brad asked, rolling to his side to look at his sister in the eyes.

"Well, I mean, I got off. I don't think its fair that you don't."

"So…" he drew it out, not wanting to suggest what he wanted, waiting to see what she was willing to offer.

"You can fuck me if you want." She said finally, turning towards Brad. In an instant, Brad was on top of her, flattening her on her back, his boxers off, hers sliding off her hips in one swift stroke. Brad nudged Katie's legs upwards, lifting her knees to shoulder level.

His cock bounced in the dark, and Katie could see a shimmer of precum beading at the tip. He positioned himself at her entrance, bracing his arms against her head.

"If we do this, we can never tell anyone," Brad said, kissing her gently over her face.

"I promise," Katie breathed back, arching herself into him, trying to capture him in her hole. He shifted to avoid her, waiting for the right moment to plunge into her, plunge into his sister.

"If I fuck you, rock you, make you cum, cum inside you…" The thought drove Brad crazy. He withheld a moment longer, listening to his sister moan under his mouth.

"God, please!" Katie begged. "Please, fuck me." Her voice quivering at the end.

Finally, Brad slid his cock into his sister slowly, sinking into her hot little hole. A pent up breath left Katie, her mouth making a silent O.

He sank balls deep into her, stilling himself for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her pussy around him. It was so hot, slick with her cum, filled with his cock. He began to move.

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