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“Sam!
C'mon Sam, it's a just a dream, they can't hurt you!”

She
woke with another scream as she fell out of the bed and hit the
floor. Strong arms circled her and she was pulled against a warm
body, strong, comforting but most of all familiar. “I'm here
Sam, you're safe. Nothing's going to happen to you.”

Sam
focused on her breathing, trying to calm down. John kept whispering
to her, rubbing her back reassuringly and slowly, her heart rate
slowed. She nestled against him, enjoying the closeness.

“I
don't mind.” He replied, resting his cheek against the top of
her head. “I've got ten years of looking after you to make up
for. Besides, it's not like I sleep much anyways.”

She
pulled away and looked at him closely. It could have been the dim
light but the lines his face that had appeared after what happened at
Olduvai seemed to have deepened in the half a year since they got
back. Almost shyly, Sam raised her hand and traced the creases over
his forehead. John sighed and leaned into her touch. and
she realized that most contact between them was initiated by him,
usually to comfort her. Suddenly she felt selfish and guilty, because
he'd been so busy looking after her that it hadn't occurred to her
that he had troubles of his own and she desperately wanted to give
him comfort. "John...."

He
looked at her, understanding her suddenly stricken look. "You
do, just by being here." His arms tightened around her slightly.
"When I saw you, laying on the ground like that... I thought I'd
lost you. The rest of it I could deal with as long as I knew you were
safe. But to lose you again, so soon after getting getting you back?
I would've lost my mind."

Sam
got to her knees and pulled him close. It was her turn to murmur
soothingly as she reassured him that she was there, that she was safe
and slowly she felt some of the tension leave him. He buried his
face in her neck and she felt goosebumps ripple over her as the rough
stubble brushed against her skin. "How are you feeling?"

"Better.
You always make me feel better." He sighed. "Let me stay
here tonight Sam."

"John,
I - "

"It
worked when we were kids. Maybe it'll help now."

Still,
Sam, hesitated. She had enough trouble relating to the John she'd
seen over the last six months with the twin she had grown up with.
At times it was like living with a stranger who had shared the womb
with her. Then there were times like now, with his arms around her
waist and his breath warm on her skin that her body completely
ignored the fact that he was her brother. It didn't help that they
were both half dressed – John in the sweat pants he usually
slept in, her in an old t-shirt of his.

Slowly,
Sam nodded. "It's worth a try."

"C'mon
then." He got to his feet and and she was shocked by the sudden
sense of loneliness she felt. A hand circled her wrists and suddenly
she was on her feet. "Warn me if you're going to do that."

"You
looked deep in thought, I just thought I'd help." John sat on
the edge of the bed and and looked up at her from under the long
lashes that she'd always wished had come to her. "What's on your
mind Sam?"

For a
moment she toyed with a denial, but knew it was pointless, that he'd
find out anyway. "Sometimes I feel like I barely know you. That
there's a stranger under your skin. It's not just the C24 and what
happened there. It's deeper than that."

“Well
10 years is a long time." He replied, leaning back against the
pillows and stretching. "We were apart during the years when
people tend to grow and change the most. We feel like we should know
each other like we did when we were kids and it's a shock to realize
that we don't." He yawned. "Let's worry about it in the
morning."

She sat on
the bed and prodded him, indicating for him to shift over to the
other side of the double bed, which he did obligingly. "You'd
better not steal the blanket."

"I
can pretty safely say I won't. Nobody that's ever shared my bed has
ever complained."

Her body
reacted to his last sentence before her mind had a chance to put it
into context. Her breath caught as her gaze involuntarily swept over
his body and she licked her lips unconsciously, meeting the brown
eyes she'd once known so well.

"Oh
fuck Sam, that wasn't what I meant." John's voice was like
liquid gravel, low and rough, with an undertone she couldn't quite
catch. She turned away, ashamed at the strength of her arousal and
her inability to hide it. "Sam...”

"I
know, I'm sorry." Sam stammered, burying her face in her hands
and feeling sick to her stomach as she started moving towards the
door. She heard the thud of his feet hitting the floor and then she
was trapped by a pair of arms around her chest, locking her arms
against her sides. “Let go of me John. I'm not going to discuss
this.”

“There's
a part of you that doesn't see me as your brother. Jesus Sam, I get
that, I really do.” His hold on her loosened as John dropped
his arms to sit lightly around her waist, one of his hands flat on
the bare skin of her stomach where her t-shirt had ridden up.
“Christ, you look at me like that and you think I want to
talk?”

He
stroked the soft skin beneath his fingers. Sam closed her eyes and
leaned back against his chest, delighting in the feather light touch
on her sensitive skin. “Oh.”

“Let
me stay here tonight Sam.” He repeated his request of earlier
as he slid his hand up her stomach to rest just under her breast,
then pressed his lips against her neck. This time, she didn't
hesitate. “Yes.”

He
turned her in his arms, bent his head and kissed her. She gasped, the
touch of his mouth sending a bolt of desire through her unlike
anything she'd ever felt before. Sam moaned softly, reaching up,
hands tangling in his hair as she pressed against him. She could feel
his hard cock pressing against her and couldn't resist moving against
him. His fingers dug into her hip almost painfully. “Christ.”

“You're
more than ready aren't you?”

“Babe,
I was ready before you even headed for the door.” He kissed her
again, pulling her t-shirt over her head and dropping it to the
floor. Goosebumps broke out over her bare skin as he surveyed her
with eyes like melted chocolate, an expression on his face that
suggested he wanted nothing more than to throw her to the ground and
fuck her senseless. “You're incredible Sam.”

“You're
just saying that because -”

'You're
my brother'
ran through her mind, but it was the last thing she wanted to remind
him of right now. His mouth twisted in a half smile as he correctly
guessed what she had been about to say. “Not tonight Sam.
Tonight, I'm just a man who wants you. This doesn't have to be
complicated.”

"I
know." She whispered, suddenly feeling vulnerable. John kissed
her forehead, a gesture of comfort that seemed oddly fitting and
brushed a lock of hair off her face. "Relax. Trust me. I'll look
after you."

It
was more than a promise of good sex and as she opened her mouth to
reply, the hands that had been on her hips slipped
down to grasp her thighs, just under her ass and she shrieked in
surprise as her feet left the floor and suddenly – Sam was
never quite sure how it happened - they were on the bed, her knees on
either side of his hips, her hands fisted in his hair while his hands
were on the back of her thighs and his mouth on her neck, sucking and
biting gently. He wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her
closer, his other hand running up over her hip and side to cup a
breast, lightly brushing over her nipple with his thumb watching as
it rose and stiffened under his touch. Suddenly, it almost more than
she could bear and she ached to be closer, to feel the goosebumps
rise where his hands ran over her body, to feel him moving inside her
and just lose herself in pure sensation. “John, please...”

Ignoring
her, he bent his head and slowly dragged his tongue over the taut
nipple. She whimpered as he suckled at her breast, his hands seeming
to be all over her skin as she writhed under his touch. Somehow, with
another unexpected movement from John, they were side by side, laying
on the bed. Sam drew her leg up over John's hip and moved against him
in a wordless plea. Some part of her brain registered that he was
still wearing his sweat pants and she hooked her fingers into the
waist band, then froze as she felt his hand between her thighs,
fingers probing carefully. “Don't tease. Don't you fucking
dare!”

“You
need it don't you?” His voice was low and husky, eyes full of
fire. “You need it more than you need to breathe.”

“Like
you don't?” She reached between them and slowly, deliberately
stroked him. He pressed against her hand with a groan, then caught at
her wrist with his free hand. “Do you trust me Sam?”

“You
know I do.”

“Then
relax.” He rolled them over, so she was laying flat on the bed,
then raised himself and moved his way down between her legs until he
was kneeling on the floor. It wasn't until John wrapped a hand
around her ankle and placed her foot against his shoulder that Sam
realized what he meant to do and froze in shock – until she
felt the pressure of his tongue on her clit. She arched against him,
moaning and as aroused as she was, it was only seconds before wave
after wave of exquisite pleasure rolled over her. All she could focus
on was the tongue that showed no sign of letting up, even once the
ripples shaking her started to subside. He murmured something against
her skin and she cried out as she came again, harder than before.

Slowly,
Sam came back to herself, breath returning to normal as she felt a
hand on her stomach and lips pressing against the damp skin on her
shoulder. She rolled onto her side, pulling his head up and kissed
him deeply, surprised at the taste of her own juices on his tongue.
John pulled her close, gentle but insistent and Sam marveled at his
patience and self control. Again, she draped her leg up over his hip
and discovered that at some point he'd taken off his pants.
Carefully, he rolled them over so she was straddling him.

“Sam.”
Their eyes met and she was struck by the force of the raw need she
saw in him. “If I lose control, I could hurt you. If that
happens, please know that I'm sorry.”

“I
know that John.” Not breaking eye contact, she reached down and
took hold of him, lowering herself onto his cock. He groaned her
name, his voice raw and hoarse and goosebumps rippled over her skin.
She moved slowly, enjoying the feel of him buried inside her and
watching him battle with his self control as the fingers digging into
her thighs silently begged her to move faster. Unable to resist
testing him, massaged her breasts, then she ran her hands down her
body, then circled her still sensitive clit with a finger. Her hips
bucked involuntarily and she was reward with a gasp of “Jesus
Christ!” as she felt the tortuously slow build of another
orgasm.

“That's
it Sam.” He was watching her intently and she felt her pulse
quicken. She'd come on top before but there was something unspeakably
erotic about the way John was looking at her. “Come for me. I
want to feel you coming around me.”

She
groaned as he pushed up to meet her movements and as her head fell
back, he rasped “Look at me. Let me see it.”

Sam
met his gaze and held it, even as her body began to contract around
his. “Oh god.. you feel so good.. I can't...”

A
look passed quickly over his face, gone before she could recognize it
as anguish. She felt the air rush out her as he all but threw her
onto her back, pinned her arms above her head and drove into her
urgently. Something in her responded to the sheer force of his
thrusts and the orgasm that had been cut off so abruptly She met and
held his gaze, a harsh whimper on every exhaled breath. She held
nothing back, gave him the knowledge of how he'd undone her
completely and was delighted to receive the same information from
him. He groaned her name, thrust once, twice more and then with a
roar like a wounded animal spilled into her. He collapsed on top of
her for a moment, rolled to the side and pulled her against him. Sam
rested her head on his chest, snuggling in as he stroked her back and
hair. “Did I hurt you?”

“You've
ruined me for other men and I'll probably be walking uncomfortably
tomorrow, but no, you didn't hurt me.” She felt John's chest
vibrate with laughter under her cheek and raised her head to look at
him. “Where the fuck did you learn to give head like that?”

“I'll
never tell.” He turned serious for a moment. “It's never
been like that for me Sam.”

“Well,
the C24 -”

“No.
I've been with women since. It's you.” He kissed her tenderly.
and she was amazed to feel him stir against her leg. “Again?
Already?”

“Superhuman
stamina and the sexiest woman alive in my bed.” John replied
with a sign of resignation, then off the look she gave him. “I'll
take a cold shower. Lord knows it won't be the first time. Get some
sleep Sam.”

He
kissed the top of her head and stroked her forehead gently, a gesture
of comfort their mother had used to soothe them as children. It had
the same effect on her now as it did then and within seconds, the
combination of the gentle touch, the great sex and several sleepless
nights took effect and she was dozing. She felt him extract himself
and reached out sleepily. “Don't leave.”

“I'm
not going anywhere babe.” His lips brushed over hers. “Ever.
You're the only thing that matters to me anymore.”

Sam's
last thought as the water began to run in the bathroom as sleep
overcame her was to wonder uneasily what would happen to John if
something ever happened to her.
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