Karina laughed a little, “It’s fine. I’m heading out. Wish me luck!” It took all the willpower I had to not watch her ass in that skirt as she headed to the front door. I knew Carly would be watching me watching her. I scurried to the kitchen. I leaned against the pantry door and put my hand on my cock. Damn, it was throbbing already.
I heard footsteps and busied myself grabbing some crackers, cheese and a soda. Carly stormed in the kitchen and got right up in my face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Her finger was millimeters from my nose. “Did I not tell you to stop creeping on her?”
“I wasn’t.” I swatted her hand away from my face. “So back off me. I was coming here when your door suddenly opened. Not my fault.”
“Bullshit,” she snarled.
“It’s the truth,” I restated.
“I knew telling you we had been messing around was a bad idea.” She slammed her fist on the counter.
“Look, I told you I don’t really care what you do. I meant it.” I felt like I had the upper hand on her for once. I was damn sure going to use it. “You’re coming across kind of jealous right now, like you’re the only person allowed to notice how good looking she is.”
“Dude, you’re my brother,” she sighed. “You aren’t supposed to be attracted to my friend.”
“I’ve always thought Karina was hot. I can’t help it, mainly because she is. And it isn’t my fault that you’re only just noticing. I’ve known for years now.” I took a deep breath. “I’ve watched her turn into a very sexy woman, Carly.”
“I just don’t want you to make it weird, especially now that we told you … stuff.” She put her head in her hands. I felt bad; well almost. She’d been pretty rude to me earlier and I was annoyed.
“Hey, it’s not like I’m hitting on her or asking her out. She’s hot. I notice. That’s really it. I’m not going to try and, like, take her away from you or anything.” I didn’t think mentioning seeing her masturbate was a good idea.
Carly said nothing but turned and left the kitchen. I took my snacks to my room and sat down at my desk. I was about to grab my headphones and get back to work when Carly knocked on my door.
“Trev, I’m sorry,” she said as she poked her head through the doorway.
“It’s fine,” I responded. She fidgeted with the hem of her shorts. “Do you want to talk about this?” I heard myself ask. She sighed and sat on the bed.
“Maybe. But can you try to not be … you know, you for a while though?” She was playing with the hem of her shorts again. They were almost as short as Karina’s skirt.
“Fine. If you want to vent, I’ll try to listen.” I leaned back in my chair and watched her. My sister had on a plain blue shirt and her shorts were red. Her shirt was tight, meaning her breasts were pretty prominent. I thought I saw a hint of nipple, but I was honestly trying not to look.
“It’s weird, you know. Usually, I talk to Karina about stuff. But I can’t seem to talk to her about the way she makes me feel.”
“I’m sure she would understand though. You two are so close.” This, timid vulnerable Carly was a sympathetic figure.
“You have no idea bro.” She looked me dead in the eye. “We’ve been best friends since forever.”
“I know. I’ve been here the whole time,” I reminded her.
“But then it all changed. She moved in here. And then we started kissing. It was really nice at first. It felt very reassuring, very comforting. But at some point, it became, I don’t know, something more.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t even remember who did what first, but the kissing got deeper. Then it was more like making out every night rather than the innocent kissing when it first began.”
We sat there silent for a moment as her words sunk into my ears. “So, your feelings changed. That happens,” I said, sounding as if I actually knew about such things.
“Yeah, but I’m not attracted to women. I’m really not. At all. I mean it. Karina either. We both love guys, we both love having sex with actual penises and everything.”
“People can be both.” I reasoned.
“But I’m not both,” she said, exasperated. “It’s hard to explain. I’ve never once had a sexual thought about another girl. But something inside me is drawn to her. She’s perfect. Soft skin, juicy lips. I can’t help myself.” She fell back on the bed, covering her face with my pillow.
“Ok, so you’re exploring your sexuality some. No big deal,” I reasoned.
“But I don’t want to. I don’t want to see other women naked. I don’t want to touch anyone else’s breasts or butt or … well … you know, pussy.” My sister said the last word so softly it was barely audible. Hearing her saying those words was so surreal.
“Oh.” I was speechless, for real. I did my best to stay stoic, although I’m sure my jaw had dropped to the floor.
“Just so you know, that’s all we really do. Kiss and look and touch each other. We’ve never … you know … done other stuff … with our mouths.
“You mean oral sex,” I said, a bit too excitedly.
“Shut up! It sounds so dirty when you say it like that.” Carly glared.
“It’s oral sex. What would you rather me call it? Cunnilingus? Going down? Eating pussy?” My sister was getting more uncomfortable with every word.
“Stop!” she squealed and put her hands over her face. “The point is, we’ve never done that.”
“Ok, but do you want to?” I asked.
“No!” she exclaimed. “I mean, I don’t know if I could actually do … any of that stuff.”
“I’m pretty sure if you can’t even say the words, then you aren’t going to do it,” I reasoned again. I was getting good at sounding smart.
“But what if that’s what she wants?” she cried softly.
“I don’t know Carly, why don’t you ask her?” I tried to reassure her. “At some point you need to find out what she wants from you. Is it a sexual experience, or an emotional attachment? Neither or both?” I actually sounded like I wasn’t just making this up on the fly.
Carly got quiet for a bit, and she was messing with the hem of her shorts again.
“So, do you want her to do that to you?” I asked out of the blue. I couldn’t help myself.
“I … I don’t know. I mean, I like it when guys I’m with do it. It usually feels really good. But I don’t know how I feel about doing it.”
“Then don’t. That’s a pretty intimate act. If you don’t want to, and she cares for you like I think she does, she won’t make you,” I reasoned.
“But I like touching her there. And I really like it when she does that with me.” My sister sighed.
“Then keep doing that. Surprise her in the shower. Whatever works. I think you’re worried that she’s on this date and will fall in love and get married and move away and you’ll never see her again. All I’m saying is, it’s one date. You both like guys. Maybe she’s been worried about her feelings too and wants to go out with a guy to see how it feels now. Maybe you can do the same. I know either of you could get any guy they want like that.” I snapped my fingers for emphasis.