In The Family

TITLE: In The Family

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Dexter

SHIP: Dexter / Deborah

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 1 & 2 - A couple.

SYNOPSIS: Set between Season 1 and 2. Deborah is staying with Dexter and he comforts his sister after she has a nightmare about her ordeal with the Ice Truck Killer and things go further than he intended.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dexter. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER ONE

Dexter's apartment, 2:26AM

He'd heard her scream and had rushed from his bedroom to the spare one she occupied, flicking on the light as he entered. He found her sitting up, wide-eyed, trembling and nude. Her tall, lithe, toned frame glistened with perspiration, whether from her dream or the close Miami summer heat he couldn't tell. Her heaving chest drew his attention to the lush swell of her breasts and the dark brown peaks that tipped them. It had been a very long time since he had seen Deb naked and his body didn't seem to make the distinction between a beautiful, naked woman and his sister as he felt himself harden in his sleep shorts, which was the only thing he was wearing. He saw tears leaking from the sides of her eyes when he managed to drag his above her chest. She looked afraid and lost and he knew she needed comfort.

He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and gathered her into his arms, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge that tented the front of his shorts. She clung to him, her head resting on his shoulder. "Dex I..." she started and then fell silent, her breath tickling his neck. "It's okay, Deb. Everything is going to be okay. It was just a nightmare and its over now. You're safe and he's gone." He soothed her, lightly stroking her long, soft, dark hair and the silky smooth skin of her back, becoming aware of the light vanilla scent of her body lotion and the points of her nipples as they pressed against his chest surrounded by the soft, warm pillows of her breasts.

"I made sure of that. My dear brother won't be bothering anyone, ever again. I doubt Deb would be as accepting of my solace if she knew I was indirectly the cause of her present woes. Rudy had gone after her to get to me, after all." He thought as her trembling subsided, but her grip on him didn't. It bothered him how, suddenly, he was aware of Deborah is a woman and his inability to control his body's response to that awareness. "You're sick, and that's saying a lot." He informed himself as his dick continued to grow and he had to shift slight to ensure that it didn't touch her.

Her trembling stopped and after a moment, she sniffed and lifted her head from his shoulder and shifted slightly away from him. She sniffed again and he watched as she dashed the last of her tears from her eyes. "Thanks Dexter. I... Fuck, Dex! You're sporting one hell a hard on." She informed him with amusement clear in her voice and he realized that their shift in position had left the large bulge in his shorts exposed to her view. "Well... You're naked." He accused her defensively, his voice sounding peevish and childish. "Real mature, Dexter." He admonished himself. All things considered he was glad to see the amused spark in Deborah's eye again, even if it was at his expense. It had been missing for way too long. He watched that look change though into something speculative and the tip of her pink tongue slid out to wet her lower lip and then disappeared. "I'm naked and you like what you see." She said and he had the distinct impression she wasn't entirely talking to him.

"Would you like to have sex with me, Dexter?" she asked and this time there was no mistaking the fact that she was talking to him as she had locked her eyes to his with searching intensity. "What?!" he exclaimed even as unbidden images of him and Deborah locked in passion flashed through his mind and his dick twitched. "Don't... Don't be ridiculous. You're my sister. It would be wrong." He sputtered. Her eyes narrowed. "You didn't say no, Dexter." She told him her voice way too calm considering the state he had found her in and the bombshell of a question she had just asked. "She has you there, you didn't say no. Why didn't you say no?" he asked himself

"What if I told you I wanted you to, that I needed you to? That I needed some one who I trusted and loved and who l knew loved me to give me an orgasm. Dex, the last man to give me an orgasm, was a psychopathic serial killer, who had me so completely fooled I would have married him. I... I haven't even been able to masturbate with out see his face and stopping in horror. I need someone to make sex good for me again and I'm not going to find that person in a bar or a club. Besides, Dex, we might be family, but we aren't blood, so it wouldn't even be actual incest. " She pled her case, her eyes shifting rapidly from side to side as she tried to gauge the impact of her argument.

"Debs... Deborah, you know I love you, but what you're asking... I can't. I..." he started his rebuttal, but she closed her eyes and when she opened them again he watched in fascinated horror as her hand stretched out and with slow determination worked its way into the fly of his short and her warm fingers and palmed wrapped themselves around her erection. "You can't? This says different." She informed him and slowly skimmed her fist up along his length. He clenched his jaw, biting back the groan he felt rumbling in his throat as his but clenched and his hips thrust slightly before he could get them under control. "Debs... I... We shouldn't... I'm with Rita... It's..." he tried to build a coherent argument without much success, breathing hard through his nose as she tightened her grip and added a slight twisting motion to her slowly rising and falling fist. "No one will ever know, Dexter. I won't tell anyone and you won't tell anyone, and it will be our little secret." She told him, shifting closer to him.

"I need to stop her. This had already gone way too far." He told himself frantically, but didn't pull away or tell her to stop when she took his hand and placed it over her left breast. The feel of her skin was electric. She squeezed his hand over her breast and almost against his will he started to fondle her firm globe, testing the firm, but pliable flesh and feeling the hard nub of her nipple press into his palm. "That's it, Dex." She encouraged him, pressing herself into his hand. "Deb?" he attempted to get her attention even as he felt himself surrender with both a sense of guilt and anticipation.

"Shhhhh." She shushed him with a finger over his lips, letting go of his hand at her breast, satisfied that he wouldn't remove it. "Just let it happen." She suggested softly. "Deborah, what if... What if I can't make you climax?" he asked, a final last-ditch attempt to change the course they were on. Her short, soft bark of laughter surprised him. "Oh Dexter. I'm not worried about that at all. The thing about you Dex, is that you're good at anything you put your mind to and you never quit until the jobs done right." She informed him and with deliberate slowness, closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. "Maybe she does know me better than I thought." He noted to himself.

Stranger than having her hand on his dick or his on her breast, was the feel of her lips parting under his and her tongue probing at his lips until he opened his mouth to give it entrance to slide and tangle with his. Strange and thrilling. He shifted his head, their lips sliding across one another's as he deepened the kiss and his arm slid around her, his hand sliding up her spine, feeling its slight ridges and valleys up to the base of her skull where he cupped her head, his fingers winding into her wealth of dark hair. She let her weight drop back and he let her pull him onto the bed proper, to lie between her legs as she stretched out and parted them in open invitation. "I'm really going to do this. I'm going to have sex with my sister." His mind clamored with excitement in stead of the shame he should be feeling as her hand withdrew from his shorts and she pulled the waistband clear of his bobbing erection and tugged them off his hips and down his thighs and past his knees. He managed to kick them off and they were both naked.

Her hand wrapped itself around him again and with a lurch he felt himself expel a heavy dollop of lube from his slit and a moment later she collected it and the next one onto her fingers and spread it along his length. He broke their kiss, both of them panting breathlessly as his hips moved slowly back and forth thrusting his shaft through the tight grip of her caressing fist. He let his lips trail down her neck, pausing to dip and swirl his tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat, tasting salt on her skin. He continued lower, drawing abstract patterns on her skin until he found the smooth slope of her breast. He let his mouth replace his hand, latching onto and sucking in as much of her tit flesh as he could before swirling his tongue around and flicking her nipple back and forth with it. "I never would have guessed Deb had such long, plump suck able nipples." He thought to himself as he suckled first at one until she was rolling her shoulders and pressing her breasts into his mouth before switching to its twin. "That's it, Dex... That feels good, real good." She moaned in encouragement.


"Concentrate on her. It will give you better control of yourself." He instructed himself, closing his eyes for a moment as a surge of pleasure drove into his groin as she slowly jerked him off making his ass clench and his balls to tighten.

He felt her fingers slide through his hair to cup his head and guide him back and forth between her sumptuously delectable mounds while he let his hand trail down her ribcage and over the taut flat ridges and slight indented valleys of her washboard abs, and lower still. He felt the soft curls of her pubes under his fingertips and added just a little more pressure to drag his short fingernails across the skin beneath them. It was something he had found that Rita liked, and apparently so did Deborah because her hips bucked slowly, pushed up against his touch and he could feel her shudder lightly. He continued to suck, lick and occasionally nip at the firm flesh of her breasts and her dusky pink, gumdrop nipples as he let his fingers explore her sex. He found the little pearl of her clit, shyly peeking out its hood and lightly brushed his fingers across it and heard her drag in a sharp breath, not quite a gasp and then slowly let it out as he slid his fingers between her swollen labia and slick folds. He felt her heat first, and then moisture as he stroked back and forth through her opening petals before he began to probe her depths.

Deborah's tight, hot, slippery snatch sucked and clenched at two of his fingers as he sawed them back and forth while his thumb, now lubricated with her cream stroked and rolled her clit as she undulated against his hand. "Oh fuck yes! Right there. Oh damn, Dex, that's the spot!" She exclaimed hoarsely as he curled his fingers and caressed the roof of her channel. "Who would have thought my sister would be so vocal in bed, then again I'm not that surprised either." He thought as he listened to his sister put her enjoyment into words and felt her sex grease flood around his fingers and onto his hand. He was surprised when her hand suddenly left his dick and grabbed his wrist, stilling his movements in and over her sex. He lifted his head from her breast, holding her nipple lightly between his teeth and stretching it before he let go to look at her. "That feels really, really good, but I want... I want... Please!" she pleaded inarticulately but made her need clear.

He moved over her, kneeling between her legs, which she spread to accommodate him. Her hands were at her sides and he saw her nervously flexing her fingers, sliding them across the sheet below them. He shuffled a little closer and then paused. "Debs... Deborah, I don't have any protection. I keep them at Rita's." he informed her, glad he had found and out and at the same time not. "I'm on the pill, Dex." She countered with a note of desperation in her low voice and then reached for him, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. He felt one last stab of apprehension and then, at her urging allowed him to guide through her hot, moist folds and seat him at her entrance. He shifted forward slightly, feeling the head of his cock press into her tight channel and become surrounded by resistant heat and pressure. She released him and a moment later he felt her nails draw ten fiery trails down his back to grab his ass cheeks and pull him to her.

He slid into her with slow steady pressure, forging his way through her invitingly wet, yet resistant flesh as it clutched and squeezed at his shaft in an attempt to stall his forward progress. She gasped sharply and them let out a long moan as he felt her stretch around him. Her body betrayed itself, her sex cream greasing his way and he bore his way into her intimate depths, her slick flesh, dragging along his length with delicious friction until their pelvis' hit with a wet smack.

"I am going to hell. If for nothing else I have done, for this, I am damned to hell." Dexter thought as he drove his erection in and out of his writhing sister, her hands clutching at his back and buttocks with fierce encouragement. "Hell is too kind a punishment." He told himself. Even the monster inside him knew this was wrong, but still he couldn't stifle the groan of pleasure he felt as her, slick, tight snatch flexed its molten fist around him as he ground against her. "God, she's tight. What would Harry say about this? That is, before or after he killed me. His code never covered this particular situation." he wondered. He began to rock inside her, keeping most of his cock buried inside her as he sawed back and forth, keeping as much contact with her clit as he could. He felt her tighten and tense each time their bodies met, her hips and quivering belly pressing up against his. One of her long, shapely legs wrapped around the back of his thigh while she placed her other foot flat on the bed to give her leverage to pump upward to meet the thrusts of his lengthening strokes.

She was no longer flat on her back, but had shifted slightly onto her side, allowing him to do the same. He burrowed his hand between her arm and her body, winding his fingers through her hair as his palms slid up the strong column of the back of her neck. His other hand stroked along the curved valley of her waist and along the slope of her hip to caress the back of her thigh before fondling her ass. Her skin was incredibly smooth over the firm muscle. They clutched at each other hungrily as they strained and threw themselves in a wild, rocking, rolling, thrusting, bucking, pounding, grunting groaning, gasping, panting, moaning rhythm and pace as old as time, yet for each of them a completely new experience. He licked and sucked at her neck, feeling her racing pulse under his lips. Their bodies were pressed tight together and skin slid along skin on a thin lubricating layer of perspiration. The firm pillows of her breasts were crushed to his chest, her hard nipples scrapping along his skin, occasionally colliding with his own as they undulated and writhed together. She panted and moaned phrases and partial words of encouragement and enjoyment, pleasure, passion and desire and then he heard what he wanted to here. "Close... So close!" she ground out between clenched teeth, the corded muscles of her neck standing out as her head strained back.

"She needs more than just good sex. I have to give her more." His pleasure soaked mind told him, and he lifted his lips from her skin and told her how wonderful she was; what an amazing woman she was; how beautiful she was; how lucky any guy would be to have her. He clenched his jaw, breathing deep as he felt his control slipping and used the cold, dark core of the monster inside him to suppress his urge for release. He almost laughed out loud at the irony. He felt a shudder go through her and then another, stronger one as he buried himself in her to the balls and ground her between the base of his cock and his hard midriff.

Her body snapped taut under him, vibrating with the tension of muscles locked by the heavy surge of climactic energy that raced through her. Her back bowed and she let out a long wailing cry, her head pressing back onto his hand and the pillow beneath it. Her snatch clamped down around him in a near-painful grip, her fingernails bit into his buttocks and back and he grimaced as he felt her draw blood. He tried to maintain his composure, but her sex started to ripple around his sex in a milking massage that left him defenseless and with a stuttered grunt, his ass clenched and his balls tightened making his cock swelled and he pumped his seed into the molten furnace of his sister's vagina. They remained like that, locked together in climax for what felt like an eternity, before muscles began to relax and breathing and heart rates once again neared normal levels. He managed to hold most of his weight on his forearms, his forehead resting lightly on her chest. He could see her breasts rise and fall as she breathed and an errant droplet of sweat slowly trickled down the valley of her cleavage.

She stroked his hair gently and he winced slightly as the finger of her other hand ran over the scratches she had left on his back. "Sorry about those." She apologized. He felt himself shrink inside her and lifted his head. "It's okay. I deserve a little pain." He told her as he slid out of her and rolled onto his back next to her, grimacing again as his scarred back hit the sheet. "Please don't say that, Dex." She pleaded with him. "What we did... What you did for me. I... I can't tell you how much it means to me. How much it's helped me. I know it wasn't strictly speaking the most normal of things for a brother and a sister not from Arkansas to do, but... Thank you, Dexter." She told him sincerely and he could see signs of the old, confident Deborah that he had been missing for the last few weeks start to show through in her slight smile and warm eyes. He smiled back. "Okay, Debs. No regrets. I am glad I could help." He acknowledged.

He got up off the bed and retrieved his shorts and slid back into them. He looked at his sister and he could see the reality of what they had done glistening wetly on the inside of her thighs and on the red swollen lips of her sex between her unabashedly spread legs. "I'm never going to forget or take for granted that she's a sexy, beautiful woman again, am I?" he asked himself as he walked to the door of her bedroom. "Get some sleep, Deb." He suggested and then turned off the light and pulled the door most of the way closed, but didn't shut it completely.

They never spoke of that night again, just kept it in the family.

THE END