“I kind of felt like you might be having trouble tonight.” She whispered.
I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“Is everything okay?”
I nodded, slowly. Gesturing at the power strip, I said, “It was close tonight…”
She stepped in and put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up into her eyes. They were proud and thankful. “But you didn’t do it. Thank you.” She said. Sara leaned down and gently placed her lips on my forehead in a kiss. “Thank you.” She said again, and stood back up.
There was a moment of stillness. I could feel the hairs on my arms and neck standing from the effects of her kiss.
It was as good a moment as any to bring up my concerns.
“Sara, I am really, really sorry for not talking to you.”
She shrugged, looking a bit sad. “I was mad at first, but I think I understand.”
“Should we be doing all this?” I asked.
She looked like she was about to say something, and then bit her lip, then sighed.
“I was thinking we’d need to talk about it. Are you afraid that it’s…” she trailed off.
I knew the word she was thinking. A word for a taboo subject. One that neither of us really wanted to say in front of the other.
“Well, yeah. I mean, is it?” I asked.
She shrugged. Her eyes looked into mine.
“Well it’s not like we’re ‘doing it’!” she whispered. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re just fooling around. I mean, is there some kind of line if we’re both okay with it?”
I shrugged.
Suddenly the whole thing started to feel ridiculous. “Can you even believe we’re talking about this?”
She smiled, blushing. “No.”
We were both silent for a minute. I said, “Well, I mean, if you’re comfortable and I am, and as long as we don’t do more than just fool around together… I think it’s a good deal.”
“I’m a good deal?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, I… what? I just… shoot.” I mumbled.
She looked down at me with a quiet smile, and then knelt down in front of me. “Could you use help tonight?”
I looked at her beautiful shining eyes. “I could use your company tonight.” I told her.
She smiled. I thought twice about it but then allowed myself to reach out and softly caress her cheek. She seemed to melt against my hand.
“Do I have to be dressed to give you company?”
I grinned. “Nope!”
She bit her bottom lip and reached down and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside to show me her cream-colored bra. She smoothed out her long hair and smiled up at me.
“So, are you going to take off your jeans or what?” She teased.
I groaned, smiling broadly, and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them off to sit back down in my chair in a loose pair of boxers. She smiled at me and got up close, kneeling just in front of me. I reached down, nervously, and ran my hand down my thigh, then back up towards my groin. She watched, smiling, as I finally let my hand slide onto my penis and begin to massage and stroke it. I looked at her beautiful body, mesmerized by the beauty of her chest.
She saw me staring at her bra and grinned, sweetly. I smiled back. She reached her hands up and slipped the straps off her shoulders and lowered her arms, letting her bra cups slide down just a little. I shook my head and just gazed at the smooth, pink curves of her breasts. I continued stroking my dick through my boxers, savoring the feeling. She looked back at my crotch and watched me move my hand up and down over my erection. She smiled up at me, a little more nervously, and moved a little closer between my legs. Her arms were right by my knees now, so her chest was right at my arm’s reach.
I smiled back at her and continued rubbing my dick over the boxers, then thought better of it and slid my hand under the fabric to stroke my penis directly. I was careful to keep my boxers covering myself, though the way my little sister was staring it was obvious she wouldn’t have minded a little slip. I roamed my eyes over her breasts, wishing so hard that she weren’t wearing that bra, but enjoying everything I could see nonetheless.
“Do you like seeing me in my bra?”
I grinned. “Do you like seeing me jerk off while looking at you?”
“I’ll bet you’re wishing you could see more of your little sis.”
“Um, god yes!” I laughed.
She shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. She said, “Oh, well. How’s this?” and then reached back and unhooked her bra and covered her breasts with an arm as she slipped it off. She placed her hands on her breasts and arched her back, just a little, to show off.
I couldn’t say a thing. My sister had just taken her bra off in front of me and was kneeling between my legs, holding her breasts in her hands. I couldn’t have made words if I tried. I just stared at her flawless figure and drank in her flesh as she smiled.
“And don’t you dare even think about tickling me!” she said, in jest.
I laughed. “Hmm…” I said, pulling my hand from my boxers. From the way her eyes widened, I saw that she had just been joking and was now afraid I might act on it.
“Oh, don’t you dare! Not after last time!” She said, her voice sounding worried.
I just grinned at her.
She was smiling, but trying to give me a warning look.
Being her big brother, of course I tickled her. It was awkward with an erection, but I caught her between my knees and got my hands under her armpits. She flailed, of course, and I caught glimpses of the darker flesh of her nipples as she twisted and moved, trying to keep herself covered but trying to get away. She squealed quietly and I shushed her, laughing. Finally she threw herself against me, pinning my groin against her chest and she reached her hands up under my arms and began tickling me. I flailed, and not just because of her hands.