Carly woke up the next morning full of regret. She'd pushed her brother (her own brother!) to make out with her, gawked over his hard dick and then masturbated completely nude, hoping he'd catch her. She'd never behaved like this before. Guys chased her, not the other way around. What was going on?
The realization eventually came to her, and it hit her like a brick. Her tiny, little crush on Jordan wasn't tiny or little. She had a serious crush on him. Always had. Maybe always would. She always wanted to be more like him, always wanted him to pay more attention to her, always thought his girlfriends weren't good enough. And now she was using this play as an excuse to live out some perverted fantasy.
She started getting upset, then reminded herself that she'd just given Jordan a lecture last night about how she was an adult who could make her own decisions. She should give him the same leeway. Still, she decided she needed to pull back. No more pushing her brother to make out with her. Try to stop thinking about his dick when he's around. She didn't expect to do great at this, but she had to try. First up, she wanted to work out to burn some of this energy off. She put on a sports bra and yoga pants and headed downstairs for some breakfast.
Jordan woke up just as horny as when he'd gone to sleep. He couldn't get Carly out of his mind. The smell of her hair, the softness of her lips, the bulge of her breasts (and the brief flash of part of one of them he'd gotten the night before), her lust-heavy stare at his erection, the swell of her ass in his hand. The list just went on and on. His morning wood normally went away after a few minutes, but his dick just kept getting harder and drooling precum while he lay in bed. More than that, jacking off the night before had done very little to reduce the ache in his balls.
Carly did this, he thought. Making her brother fall apart in a cum-filled mess is exactly the kind of thing she'd love to do. Two can play at that game, he thought. Let's see how she liked it. He got out of bed and rummaged for some clothes to put on, then decided against it. His boner bulged obscenely in his boxer-briefs, but she'd gotten more than an eyeful last night. If she wanted things to be more casual and intimate between them, she'd get it alright. He threw on an undershirt and headed downstairs.
She stood at the kitchen counter making a smoothie. Her yoga pants wrapped her lower half like a second skin, highlighting her wide hips, perky butt and long legs perfectly. He noticed she wasn't wearing a shirt, just a sports bra. In that case, he thought, and pulled his own shirt off, throwing it to the ground. He walked into the kitchen, his bare feet slapping against the hard floor.
"I'm making a smoothie, do you want-" she started, then turned around to see her brother, naked except for a pair of tight boxer-briefs which did very little to hide his huge boner. Before she could do anything else, he grabbed her under her armpits, hoisted her onto the kitchen counter and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her. She let out a startled gasp, but he kept kissing her. She opened her mouth and let him in.
One of his hands wrapped around her back and the other grabbed her hair on the back of her head and pressed her mouth to his. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling his erect (but covered) cock against her spread (but covered) vagina. They made out for a few minutes before finally coming up for air.
"Wow, good morning," Carly said.
"Hi," he said, grinning.
"Can I get that every morning?" she asked.
"Uhh, sure," he said. "While we're preparing for this role."
"Right, yes, that's what I meant," she lied, her desire to pull back from him completely forgotten. "Where'd you forget your clothes?"
"I sleep in my underwear and saw you weren't wearing a shirt," he said.
"I'm about to work out," she said. "I'm wearing workout clothes."
"And no shirt."
"It's perfectly normal to work out in yoga pants and a sports bra in your own home. I'm much more appropriately dressed than you, Mr. Boner."
Their breaths caught in their throat as the elephant between their crotches was finally addressed. Jordan pulled back and they both stared at it. His thick shaft rose upward, the bulging head just breaking free of the waistband. Carly gasped.
"Oops," Jordan said, and quickly tucked it back under the band. Carly was sad to see it go.
"That didn't help," Carly said, laughing. "You might as well be naked."
She was right. His boxer-briefs were thin and tight. The dark blue material was opaque, but otherwise, Carly could see its entire length and shape. Even the flare at the base of its head. Moreover, he'd steadily pumped out precum while he made out with his sister, so the whole area around the head was soaked.
"Please," he said. "I'm trying to be comfortable, not be your eye candy." That wasn't true, though. He loved the feeling of her eyes on his engorged member.
"Whatever," she sighed, and got down from the counter. Jordan leaned back against the opposite counter and admired his sister's tight buns in her tight yoga pants while she finished making her smoothie. His boner continued to throb. He thought about just stripping his last piece of clothing off there and jacking off. Carly probably wouldn't even stop him. But it might freak her out and he still wanted to be a good big brother. He knew she liked looking at it, though, so he made no move to cover himself and let his boner thrust obscenely against his underwear.
"How are you working out?" he asked.
"Probably do a yoga video," she said.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked.
"Not a problem," she said, then turned around to see her brother's display. "Jesus!"
"What?" he said.
