Towards the end, he noticed his crotch was getting warmer. He tried to ignore it. With her hair sexily wet and smelling of fresh rosemary-mint, Jess’s attractiveness was getting to him again.
He wondered what it would be like if he’d had an ugly sister. Would he feel the same way? No point in wishing for the impossible. Without meaning to, he glanced down for another peak at her barely clad body and…
“Jess!!!” he cried.
She had leaned her head forward into him as he straddled her. Her face was millimeters from his denim-covered crotch. Her mouth was open and she was panting warm breath into the fabric over his groin.
“Aaahhh, sorry!,” she said. “I was just… I’m sorry. It was just right there and I… I’m sorry.”
“What got into you?”
“Come on, I didn’t actually touch anything!”
“Still!”
“Look Tunny, the truth is you started getting hard before I started breathing on you like that. It’s what caught my attention. So you’re the one who turned this into a sex thing. I was just enjoying a nice wash.” She wrapped her hair in the towel. “No harm. No foul. Thanks for the shampoo. Once again, you prove you’re the world’s best brother.” She smooched him, a quick peck on the lips, and then left.
“No points for the kiss,” he called after her, “I saw it coming.”
“I know,” her answer echoed down the hall, “but you didn’t cover your mouth or move out of the way did you?”
She was right. He hadn’t. She was winning the larger game.
He hid in his room and read for the next few hours until dinner.
They made a quick supper of pork chops and instant stuffing then sat down to watch one of the movies he’d rented for her, Chocolat. He’d seen it before and figured his sister would enjoy the blend of romance and imaginative story. She did. She teased him about being pretty good at picking out chic flicks.
They raided their parents’ liquor cabinet to make rum and cokes then stretched out on the family room’s two couches to watch the next movie, Shakespeare in Love. Again, he had calculated it to be satisfying for Jessica but survivable for him. He hadn’t seen this one.
An hour and two stiff, icy rum and cokes later, the still barely-clothed Jessica crawled onto the floor and towards Winston’s couch. The view of her swaying bra-clad breasts and lace covered ass as she made her way over was hot as hell.
“I’m cold,” she whispered from the floor, her face inches from his. He smelled her rummy breath.
“You’re not wearing any clothes. Of course you’re cold. Want this blanket?” He lifted the large throw blanket under his feet.
“Yeah.” She took it from him but instead of returning to her couch, she wedged herself onto his. She pulled the blanket over both of them and turned onto her side to see the TV.
“Jess?”
“I’m freezing. You’re warm. This is much better and you know it,” she said tipsily.
Winston didn’t have a lot of options, he could either stay on his back and stare at the ceiling or spoon in behind his sister and resume watching the movie. And it was a pretty good movie. He spooned.
He was so engrossed in the movie that he didn’t notice when Jess got off the couch to get them a third round of rum and cokes. He was pretty buzzed. She must be getting hammered by now.
He definitely noticed when his sister got up and fixed them a fourth round because, on her return, her naked ass went by as she settled back onto the couch to spoon with him. She also smelled of coconut. He recognized the smell. She’d been moisturizing. Her smooth, uncovered butt wiggled against the front of his pajama bottoms as she got situated and pulled the blanket back over them.
When she settled, he asked the obvious question. “Sis, you’re not wearing any panties are you?”
“Nope. The sexy new lacy ones I was wearing felt itchy. I’m used to the soft cottony or satiny kind. It’ll take some time to adjust to the new ones.”
“Right,” he said sarcastically.
“Don’t be such a prude. Wanna take your jammies off, Tunny?”
“Nooo… I’m good.” As tipsy as he was, he smelled trouble.
“Sure? I won’t mind.”
“I’ll suffer.”
“Honestly, I’d go completely naked right now if I didn’t have to wear the bra what with the surgery and all.”
“You’re killing me, Jess.”
“With kindness, brother dear. With kindness.” She grabbed his hand, smooched it, and pulled his arm around her. They watched the rest of the movie. For a chic flick it was pretty good. Winston finished his fourth drink and Jess got up to fetch him yet another.
He got up to put in another DVD and stumbled. He was even drunker than he thought. He hadn’t had rum in awhile and it was hitting him harder than he realized. The movie he stuck in was a classic James Bond film. He figured Jessica had a good run of girl movies and that she’d be asleep soon anyway. It was after midnight.
They were a third of the way through the Bond flick and he thought she’d fallen asleep when she whispered, “Tunny, I’m horny.”