With one hand on his shoulder, she fumbled with her panties for a second before he sighed and reached down to assist. With a few quick movements, he yanked her underwear up and onto her waist, which caused her to giggle and pull a wedgie out of her crack. She sat back on the bed then, and reached for the shirt he’d given her, slipping it on.
“I’m out,” he said, waving.
She didn’t respond, sliding back into bed and laying down. He left the room and walked toward his but knew that something was bothering her. He turned to go and see if she was okay, but then shook his head and knew that if she needed him, she knew where he was. He piled back into his bed and didn’t even bother to cover up before closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep. A few minutes later, he heard the telltale sound of feet on the wooden floor, padding quietly toward his room.
“Dane?” she called out softly.
He turned over, peering at the door groggily. “Hmm?” he asked.
She stepped in and closed it behind her. “Can we talk?” she asked. This was a new one. She’d rarely needed anything from anyone, let alone her big brother.
“Of course,” he said, sitting up.
She shook her head. “I know it’s been a couple of years, but can we snugglebug?”
He chuckled. “It’s been like ten years, Samantha,” he said, “and, of course we can.”
She grinned widely.
Snugglebug was something that he used to say when they were kids, and she wanted someone bigger to snuggle with when she was feeling lonely or sad. She’d gotten close to Dane, but it was always just sleeping or laying quietly. They rarely talked or even commented on it.
Usually, she would lay in front and he would drape his arm over her, and the two would fall asleep; that was what he assumed was going to happen today. Eventually around about the time he started getting random boners, things got weird and he stopped allowing snugglebug time.
She waved him over as he slid back to allow her room, his arm under her pillow. She smiled, laying down on the proffered arm
illow and pulled the cover over them.
“Too hot,” he complained.
“Too cold,” she replied, “Plus the monsters can’t get us under here.”
He chuckled, drawing her close. In times past, conversation would stop here and they would immediately try to fall asleep.
“Can I talk to you about something?” she asked.
He was quiet for a second, a little surprised that she would ask him and not Toni or Alex.
“Always,” he said, nuzzling the back of her head and inhaling the aroma of her shampoo. He kept his crotch a safe distance from her, lest his cock get any bright ideas of its own. “What’s up?”
She sighed, and then surprised him by reaching back and pulling them together at the waist. “You have to snugglebug correctly or it feels weird,” she said.
“Sorry,” he said, smirking.
She settled down then and fell quiet for a while, gathering her thoughts, he supposed.
“So, I had sex with Keith today,” she said, dropping the bomb.
He was taken aback by the statement, much less by the reasoning that she’d come to for sharing it with him. He couldn’t respond.
“I mean, I thought I was over things, you know?” she asked.
Dane then realized that this was one of those times that he shouldn’t speak and fell silent.
She sighed deeply and continued. “I mean, we’ve heard that Pastor Dickhead has gone missing or is dead or something, and I’ve been doing well otherwise. I mean, I’m still furious at him, and at myself for being naive, but I’ve been so content and happy lately. I thought I was ready. Of course, I apparently wasn’t judging by the break down I had with the poor guy in the diner.”
Dane wasn’t following. “Sam, I’m happy to listen, but you’re going to have to explain what happened.”
She snickered quietly. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Like I said, I had sex with Keith. I mean, I woke up feeling great and feeling kinda… well, horny,” she admitted. “I figured why not start this new “me” feeling by crossing some boundaries and getting the question of when will I have sex out of the way. I dunno,” she said. “I guess I thought it might answer some question as to why he did what he did,” she said.
He sighed, wishing he knew what to say.
“I mean, I enjoyed it, don’t get me wrong. And, Keith was a perfect gentleman, but it was what I was doing afterward that kind of baffles me.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak.
“I mean, we finished having sex and both took showers, so I made him take me to a restaurant. He always chooses that burger joint he loves so much, so we went there. The last time we were there was when I was under Pastor Dickhead’s spell and was all super-horny and aroused. A boy there that I didn’t know apparently sensed how turned on I was and cornered me in the hallway to the bathroom.”
Dane listened quietly, begging his dick to stay asleep and trying not to think about how soft and vulnerable Sam felt against him.
“He said that he could tell I was staring at his cock and knew that I wanted to suck it. He said my boyfriend wouldn’t know and I have to admit, Dane, if he’d kept pressing, I’d have done it, then and there.”
Dane swallowed hard, his cock fully awake.
“God,” she said. “I was so turned on by that point, I’d have done anything he said. But thankfully, another customer came in and he split quickly. I gathered Keith’s oblivious ass up and we left. Well, today, we saw the same guy in there, and I sent Keith to the car after lunch, telling him I needed to go to the bathroom.”
“Sam,” Dane said, wanting to pull away as his cock was slowly growing.
She didn’t seem to notice, so he stayed put.
“I mean, I was so horny and turned on,” she said. “I’d just had sex and I was ready to do more! So, I had him follow me in the bathroom and I start to reach for his pants, but then I notice I’m crying, and that my face is streaked with tears. Of course, he freaks out and rushes out, and I’m left there crying.”
Dane sighed, brushing a hand through her hair.
“I mean, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Dane. I really don’t. I saw Alex nude in the mirror earlier and got turned on, and now I feel your erection down there and normally I wouldn’t even notice that!”
He sighed. “Sam,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “Dane, don’t be silly. We’re adults and we’re in close proximity. It happens like that for guys, doesn’t it?”
Dane sighed and nodded. “Yeah, but it’s still disrespectful.”
“Oh just chill,” she said. “Hold me because I need comforting right now,” she added, reaching back and grabbing his arm. She pulled it over her and the two of them tight together.
“Just snuggle it up under my butt or just upward between us,” she said. “It’s fine.”
Dane wasn’t convinced, but Sam seemed determined to snuggle.
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you,” he said. “I think you’ve had a traumatic experience and you’re trying to experience things faster than you’re ready to.”
Sam sighed, falling silent. Eventually, she nodded. “You’re right,” she said. “Still, I wish I’d stop this stupid crying shit,” she added, not sounding like the Sam he knew at all.
“Jeez, potty mouth,” he said, trying to make her smile. She giggled, which turned to a laugh as he chuckled along with her. Finally, they fell still and continued snuggling.
After about twenty minutes, he still had a raging hard on, though he’d managed to wriggle it upward and nestle in between himself and Sam, pressed only slightly into her perfectly shaped butt. She glanced back at one point and smirked. “You know,” she said, “now I know why we stopped doing snugglebugs.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. I thought you knew.”
“I’m four years younger than you, stupid, of course I didn’t know,” she replied. “Plus, I’m me! Naive little Samantha, remember?”
He chuckled. “Well, I’m sorry if I made you think it was your fault, or that I was too cool for it. To tell you the truth, I’ve missed it.”
He smiled, seeing a smile come to her face. “Me too,” she whispered. A few minutes of silence followed, and she finally turned over to her back, giving him some much needed relief in the erection department.
“So, does this give me an open invitation to get snugglebugs whenever I want?” she asked. “As long as you’re not fucking your girlfriend,” she added.
He raised an eyebrow at her, but she still had her eyes closed. “I mean, I guess. I just didn’t expect you to say fucking.”
She giggled. “Well that’s what it is, isn’t it?”
He sighed. “I wish we could go back to old, naive Samantha,” he said. “She had a better hold on her potty mouth.”
Sam snickered quietly but didn’t respond. A few minutes of silence later, and she turned toward him.
“We’ll have to figure out a different way to lay,” she said. “If getting a boner because you’re next to a woman bothers you,” she clarified.
He sighed again. “Sam, can we just stop talking about my dick?”
She giggled and leaned forward and laid her head on his chest. “I mean, this works, but if you suddenly move forward with an erection, then we’ve officially taken our sibling relationship to the next level.”
Dane knew she was kidding and just trying to give him a hard time, but he couldn’t get that thought out of his head. A strong urge came over him then, to roll her over onto her back and slid his own legs between hers.
He shook his head quietly instead.
“Or would you rather just put it back in my butt?” she asked, grinning widely at him as he opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Oh come on, Dane,” she said, seeing him start to climb out of bed and out of her grasp. “I was just kidding. Come on and lay back down.”