Dane snickered. “You said motherfucker?”
Sam shrugged. “It was a gut reaction. He kept calling Pastor Dickhead by his real name.”
“Ah,” Dane said, nodding.
“So… then he’s trying to figure out why I just said motherfucker. And he just wouldn’t let it go! He wouldn’t shut up about it. He… said his name again, I don’t know what else he said because I screamed, “Fuck him,” I think.
She turned and looked at her brother, who nodded.
“I immediately apologized but inside I was furious. I was begging him to say that asshole’s name again inside my head. I wanted him to. I was… enraged.”
“And he did?” Dane asked.
Sam nodded. “I heard it, and everything went silent. I was more furious than I’ve ever been in my life. I wanted him to feel pain just from me looking at him,” she said, shaking her head. Brushing some hair away, she took a deep breath and shrugged at his inquisitive glance. “So, then he sees that he’s about to get thrown through a wall or something, and that’s when I went to the bathroom to clean up and saw you when I started back.”
Dane nodded. “I went back to my room and put on my music.”
“When I got back in there, I explained it all, and it was like I was confessing my sins. It was like I was reliving it all over again. But then…” she said, cocking her head and staring into her memories, “he didn’t believe me.”
Dane looked at her in confusion. “Wait… what?”
She nodded. “He accused me of making it all up so he would break up with me.”
Dane was quiet for a moment, staring at her in confusion. Finally, he said, “That’s fucking asinine.”
She nodded. “I just don’t get it,” she said. “He didn’t believe me, Dane.” Feeling the tears coming back, she sighed and shook her head, wiping them away quickly.
Silence engulfed the two then, and she sat quietly, trying to process everything that had transpired. Her head was pounding though, and she stood to get a drink from a bottle of water that was on the dresser. Looking in the mirror, she saw that blood had dripped down her shirt. Sighing, she turned and saw him standing up.
“Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?” she asked. “You keep trying to leave.”
“No, I just feel awkward and don’t know how to fix this for my little sister,” he admitted.
She shook her head, her eyelids feeling heavy. “You can’t. Just… just be here with me.”
He nodded and smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed.
A thought occurred to her then, and she smiled up at him hopefully, the expression feeling strained. “Do you think we could do snugglebunnies?” she asked.
He smiled, nodding. “Of course,” he said.
She went over to her side of the bed and pulled the covers back. Stripping off her clothes without thinking twice, she climbed into bed and covered up, clad only in her pink panties. Dane knew better than to try and get in bed with shoes on, so she waited for him to get those off, noting that they were joined by his shirt and shorts a few seconds later.
“God, take your socks off, dork,” she said, smiling as she glanced down.
He smirked. “My feet are cold though.”
She sighed. “You can put them on me, just hurry up already. I want damned snugglebunnies.”
He chuckled. “This motherfucker is going as fast as he can.”
She giggled, admiring his brave attempt at making light of the situation. Soon, her big brother was wearing only his boxers and had slid in bed next to her. Reaching back, she pulled his arm over her, but then decided to face him and leaned in, nuzzling his chest. He started to stroke her hair, and soon, they were laying quietly, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.
“Maybe he just needed time to process,” she offered finally, ten minutes or so into their relaxing.
“Could be,” Dane said. “I know I’d have to take some time to digest something like that if it had happened to Sally”
Sam nodded, gently rubbing the skin of his neck with her fingers, but then said. “I think we both know that you wouldn’t have been so fucking blind if it were happening to the woman you loved.”
He didn’t respond immediately.
“You know, maybe it was more of him not being able to accept it, you know?” Dane asked.
“Like… he just… couldn’t?” she asked.
Dane nodded, adding, “Mmmhmm.”
“Maybe,” she said with a shrug.
He sighed contentedly and fell silent. Soon, the two of them were breathing rhythmically, and she dozed off, facing him, her leg over the top of his.
**
An hour or so later, she awoke slowly, aware of certain pleasurable sensations. Dane’s muscular chest was pressed against her nose, and she lifted up a bit, running it through his chest hair. Sighing happily, she couldn’t help but kiss the warm, muscular flesh, inhaling the manly scent that clung to him.
Between her legs though, his substantial cock was fiercely erect, pressing against the soft fabric of her panties in exactly the same spot that her brother’s erection shouldn’t be. Feeling the fat, bulbous head pushing against her lips, she groaned. Unable to stop herself, she pushed forward with her hips, driving the head hard against the fabric and pushing gently backward toward her butt.
Shuddering, she moved her hips back as Dane groaned in pleasure. She looked up, and saw that his eyes were closed, and she wondered if he was still sleeping.
Unrelentingly, his cock pushed against her pussy, giving her all sorts of delightfully naughty and inappropriate thoughts. Knowing she shouldn’t but not caring in that moment, she reached back and slid her finger under the cusp of her panties, sliding it gently into her butt crack, then slid her finger down. Having to arch her back, she moved her finger back, pulling her underwear further out of the way.
Moving her hand around front, she intended to slide it down and push her panties clear, to let Dane rub on her flesh, but she brushed against the warm, thick shaft instead, whimpering in desperate need. Not caring if he was awake or asleep, she moved her hand down, pushing his cock out of the way as she forced her panties to the side.
Reaching down, she gripped his pulsing, rigid staff and brought it back up, sliding it against the oozing wetness of her pussy. Groaning, she pushed, feeling him slide up the slit, momentarily pushing at her tunnel before moving past.
Whimpering, she desperately moved her hips back, looking up and seeing his eyes still closed. Holding still, she stared up at him, almost afraid to move. Then, gently, she pulled, her hand resting on his hip and gently urging him forward.
Suddenly realizing that she was crossing a serious line, she quickly stopped and shook her head. Dane mumbled in his sleep and she quickly turned over, freezing as he pulled her tight back up to him, sleepily groaning in pleasure as his dick nestled nicely against her panty clad butt crack.
Her moving around had roused him enough to begin to stir, though, and she felt him pull back as he noticed his erection.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Close proximity and all.”
She forced the sexual thoughts racing through her mind to shut the hell up and tried to think about something else other than the hard cock a few inches from her butt.
“Stupid hard cock. Stop fucking tempting me,” she thought. “Stop. Just stop it. Stop thinking about sex. This is Dane. He’s your brother, not some guy from school. This isn’t Marley or Brandon. This is Dane. Stop thinking about his cock. Stop thinking about sliding your panties down and forcing him inside. Stop thinking about him fucking you, nice and slow. Stop thinking about how wonderful it would be to have him inside you. Stop thinking about how tight and snug it would be against his cock. Stop thinking about sliding down and sucking him off. Stop thinking about how warm and yummy his cum would feel in your mouth. Stop thinking about letting him cum in your pussy, harlot. This is Dane. Just stop it.”
Obviously, it wasn’t working.
After a few minutes of silence, alone with her rampantly horny thoughts, she turned and looked at her brother, half wanting him to make love to her and half wanting to make him leave.
“Thank you for making me feel better,” she said, then slid from the sheets and stood, pulling on some clothes.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Sorry about the… dick… thing.”
She smiled. “That’s the least of my worries today, Dane. Don’t think twice about it.” “I SURE AS FUCK WILL, THOUGH!” the little voice inside her screamed. “Just tell him you’ll take it in the butt!” she thought, unhelpfully.
He smiled. “I hope Keith’s okay. I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
She nodded. “I didn’t either,” she said, sighing. “I’ll let him come to me, I guess.” She turned, looking at him pointedly. “You know… he only got me in the nose with his elbow because you were about to beat him up.”
Dane nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’ll apologize if I seem him again. If you guys reconcile, that is. Still… he doesn’t get to talk to you like that.”
She shrugged. “Maybe I deserved it,” she said, shrugging.
“Bullshit,” he said. “I mean it. You’re not to blame, and just because he couldn’t handle it, doesn’t give him the right to say that shit about you.”
She smiled, pulling on a shirt over her bra. “Thank you, Dane. I appreciate it.”
He smiled, moving over to give her a hug and immediately making her feel safe all over again. She sighed, stepping back and forcing a smile for his benefit. He winked, kissing her forehead and then turned, leaving the room.
Sam turned, looking in the mirror as she did so. Wondering what was going to happen with her and Keith. Was she a victim? Was Keith right? Was she at fault? She sighed, not having any answers.
Settling in, she turned on some music and drowned out all of the thoughts going through her head, forcing herself to focus on checking her schoolwork to make sure it was done, and getting ready for tomorrow.