Chapter 4: Climax
I stood at the threshold of the bathroom, my heart drumming a rhythm in my chest that threatened to give me away. I inhaled deeply, my breath catching in my throat as I smelled the intoxicating mix of soap and man that enveloped me.
Robert's voice floated out from behind the closed door, a hint of exhaustion making his words gravelly and low. I felt a twinge of guilt for invading his privacy, but the desire that burned within me made me feel as if I was possessed.
I took a deep breath and pushed open the bathroom door, my heart thundering in my chest.
The steam from the shower created a heavy mist that hung in the air, making it difficult to see. The bathroom was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small window high above. The ceiling was tiled, and water droplets sparkled like diamonds in the dim light.
The sound of the shower was pitifully soft, barely audible over the hum of the hospital machines. The tiles beneath my feet were slippery from the water that had dripped onto the floor.
I tentatively took a step forward, the water cascading down onto my bare skin as I stepped into the shower. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could make out the shape of my brother.
He was facing the shower wall, his right arm hanging limply by his side. I hesitated for a moment, aware that what I was about to do was taboo. But the desire that coursed through me refused to be ignored.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against his wet skin. He tensed at my touch, but didn't pull away.
I hesitated for just a moment, letting my fingertips trace the contours of his muscular back. My heart raced as I took in the sight of him, his wet skin glistening in the dim light, the water running down his body in rivulets.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself either. The heat from his body was intoxicating, and I felt an intense craving to touch him all over.
I couldn't help but be drawn to him, my hands wandering over his taut muscles. My fingers found their way to his chest, grazing over his erect nipples.
Robert sucked in a breath, his back arching slightly under my touch. His head turned to the side, and I saw his eyes were closed tightly, his jaw clenched. The sound of the water hitting the tile floor echoed through the bathroom as I moved closer to him, pressing myself against his back.
I reached around to his front, and my fingers skimmed his hard shaft.
His entire body tensed, and he gasped, "Kindra." But there was no anger or reproach in his voice, only a husky surrender.
I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling every inch of his length. I stroked slowly, savoring the feel of him. The water from the showerhead cascaded over us, and I could see the droplets glittering in his hair. His breathing became ragged as I increased the tempo, my own heart beating faster and faster.
I felt him grow harder and thicker in my hand, the sound of our combined moans filling the bathroom.
"Kin, what are you doing?" he whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice. He leaned back against me, his ass pressing firmly against my lower stomach.
My other hand snaked around his waist and found its way between his legs. I teased his balls gently, feeling them draw up closer to his body. It was then that I realized how turned on I was too. The warmth spreading between my legs was urgent and undeniable.
I was acutely aware of my own arousal. My breath hitched as I felt the growing erection in my hand and the hardness pressing against my stomach.
"Kindra, we can't do this," Robert murmured, his hot breath tickling my ear. I could hear the struggle in his voice, the weak attempt to pull away from me.
"We're not doing anything wrong," I whispered back, my hand still wrapped tightly around him. "You need me, Rob.