"Sorry!"
"It's fine. We'll have to go get some later, or I'll have some delivered or something." I filled myself a glass of water from the fridge and started bringing my plate to the living room. He followed and sat next to me. We caught up on some YouTube and ate in relative silence. When I finished, I took my plate to the sink and washed it, then made my way to my bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned, I couldn't help noticing the blanket that had been on the couch between us, the one I intended to use to cover myself up if I became too self conscious, had been moved to the chair.
Regardless, I grabbed an Xbox controller and sat back in my spot. I was leaning against the armrest, with my legs tucked, and my hips cocked so my butt was facing outward toward where he was sitting. I acted preoccupied with my phone, but kept focusing on the reflection on my screen, trying to see where he was looking. I couldn't really make it out, so I opened my camera and turned away from him, acting like I was posing for some selfies. In the background I could see him glancing over at me every few seconds, and I swear I could feel a wave of wetness roll from my depths. I put my phone down, started up Sunset Overdrive, and began to play.
We talked a little bit about the game, about E3 coming up and what our plan was going to be. It was my first time where I didn't have to be at a booth for my studio. Most of the time the show floor would be open. I just had a pass through work to basically enjoy myself for doing so well in years past. If my brother didn't have classes I would have probably scored some passes for him but for now it would just be me staying alone at a hotel near the LA convention center, and going to a bunch of parties to represent my studio, always a joy for someone who doesn't drink and is a likely target to get hit on by the people who do.
By this point I realized I was no longer able to focus on the game, so I quit and set the controller down. I turned toward my brother, who had gotten quiet, and saw that he was distracted, staring at his phone and typing something. I shifted in my spot so my back was against the arm of the couch while I faced him, my elbows behind me with my arms rested on the couch, my knees up and my feet flat. I watched him for a little bit, just to see how long he would go for, but I grew impatient and reached out with my right foot and tapped him on the side of his leg with my toes.
He startled a bit and quickly snapped his attention to my foot, and I watched as his eyes traveled up my leg, to my panties. I pulled my right leg back up until my heel met my butt (if you've ever visited r/kneestogether, you'll probably have a good idea of what he saw, though covered of course). He stopped there for a very brief second and it was enough to send a shiver up my spine and give me goosebumps. His eyes finished traveling up to mine and I could feel my panties getting a little wetter. I kept thinking how much I just wanted to take his hand and pull it to me, until he was touching my pussy over my panties. I wanted him to feel how smooth I was, I had the urge to just blurt out for him to touch me. This all happened over the course of like three seconds and as he looked at me I spoke up.
"Well, I don't have anything clean or decent to wear out today, and the renovations at the club started last night, so my weekends are completely free for the next two months. What do you want to do today?"
He looked away for a second at the shelf of games. "Do you have any co-op games that are less stressful than Overcooked and Cuphead?"
I knew off the top of my head a whole list of games I had for that, but instead I decided to walk over to the shelf and get down on my knees so I could be low enough to see the bottom shelves. I straightened my back and put my hands on my hips, tilting them forward to make my butt look particularly high and perky, and slowly made suggestions.
While we were deciding, I pulled at the waistband of the thong, purposefully making the front wedge slightly between my lips. Not enough to make the gusset of the thong completely disappear in my slit or completely expose my outer labia, but enough to be a massive tease. We settled on A Way Out and I walked myself over to the PS4 to put the disc in the system. In the reflection of the tv I could see him looking straight ahead in my direction, but couldn't tell where his eyes were aimed. I bent over slightly to use a hand to help push myself up onto my feet, and I turned toward him and stretched, raising my arms up and pushing my stomach forward so my shirt could ride up. I had intended on watching his reaction but it turned from a fake stretch into a real one very quickly and I ended up closing my eyes, so I missed seeing what he may have been looking at.
I sat and we ended up playing the game for a while. I'd been meaning to play it for some time but had trouble finding a co-op partner so it was nice to finally get to play, and it's a really good game so far. We stopped when I remembered I needed to move my laundry to the dryer. I remember looking at the washer and thinking of how some women will sit on the corner while it's running in order to get off. I've never tried it but suddenly found myself getting curious. Maybe later... I transferred my clothes to the dryer and started it and turned around to my brother washing his plate. He kept managing to sneak up behind me like that and honestly? It was kind of exciting me.
We sat back on the couch and I got back in my knees up position. The thong felt like it was riding up a little too much and without even thinking I reached down and hooked my fingers into the gusset to gently extract it from me. I was FAR wetter than I thought, and suddenly I heard my name.
"Bee?!" It snapped me out of what I was doing and I realized that I was sitting with my hand between my legs-and my brother looking right at it with his mouth agape and his brows raised. I snapped my hand back up from between my legs, causing him to meet my eyes. I could feel myself flushing hard and my mouth went completely dry. I could feel how wet my fingertips still were as I held them awkwardly behind my knees, hopefully out of his view. My heart was racing, and he looked away, he looked like he was trying to look anywhere but at my eyes. I finally worked up the ability to speak.
"I uhh, um. I need to change." I sat up quickly and turned on my heel, holding my hand with the glazed fingers up awkwardly. I rushed to my bedroom door and closed it behind me, leaning back against it. My hand immediately shot back down to my pussy. I was completely soaked, and the thong was saturated. I let it fall to my ankles as I trapped my hood between my fingers and rolled my clit between them, shuddering at the sensation. I plunged my fingers in and as I heard the obscene sound of my wetness, I also heard the door to my brother's bathroom shut loudly. It startled a soft whimper from me and I pumped myself until I came.
I didn't want to stay in my room too long so I would have to settle for that one quickie. I picked up the thong and saw the clear distinction between the part of the material that was dry and undisturbed and the part that I had soaked through. I could practically feel the color drain from my face. I felt like I was pushing things way too far. I rinsed the thong in my sink and left it hanging on my shower door to dry before I could put it in my hamper. I washed my hands, and went back to my panty drawer, found a relatively conservative pair of panties, and put on a pair of yoga pants. I know the damage had been done earlier, but I still wanted to cover up after that.
When I came out to the living room again, my brother was still in his bathroom. The fan was on, and part of me was thinking he genuinely had to use the restroom... but an even more insistent part of me wondered if maybe he was- and then I heard his sink running, he was washing his hands. It actually ran for quite a while before he finally came out and awkwardly returned to the couch.
"I'm sorry about earlier." Was all I could muster. He made a weak sort of grunt of affirmation. His eyes were fixed on the tv, watching the Uncharted theme on the PS4 transition.
"What are you apologizing for?" He said softly.
"Oh. I... I thought you might have seen- I don't know?" I felt mortified, like maybe he hadn't seen anything and I was worried over nothing, but I knew there was no way. I felt panicked inside, like I could throw up, or cry, and I didn't know what to do. I was embarrassed, and the only solution I could think of was to turn the situation on him. "Were you... jacking off just now?"
His hands clenched, I expected him to be caught off guard and go silent, but instead he turned to me. "Weren't YOU?"
Fuck! Fuck him. Oh my god. I couldn't even say anything, I just felt the color rushing back to my face and I knew no matter what I said he already had his answer. He looked so serious, not quite cold, but bristled, like he was ready to lash out. I felt frozen in place and wanted nothing more than to disappear. And then he spoke again.
"What got YOU so worked up?" His features softened a little as he looked at me expectantly, but it didn't make me feel any more comfortable answering him.
"I don't... I don't know. I just was." I felt small, curled up in my corner of the couch, my body closed off. I felt like the little sister, being scolded or something. I felt small and vulnerable and I hated that my attempt to turn this whole thing on him had backfired. "What about you?"
