After dinner, the two siblings got ready for rehearsal and drove back to campus. Rehearsal had its ups and downs. Not everyone was off-script with their lines yet, which made Director Gail grouchy. Still, it was mostly coming together. They started with the ending scene, and Jordan and Carly had a fantastic time making out under the covers while their co-stars repeatedly flubbed their lines. The only issue was Jordan's boner, but he was able to adjust it to a mostly hidden position by the time they had to get out of the bed. Carly felt sorry for him that his arousal was so obvious all the time, but she loved every time she made her brother all hot and bothered.
The siblings ran into more issues when they moved on to rehearsing the opening wedding scene again. Director Gail kept making them rerun the scene because the tone was off. Eventually, they ran out of time and rehearsal had to end. Gail called them over afterwards to talk.
"I'm seeing a lot of good improvements on Jacob and Carol," she told them, referencing their character names. "Hope you two had fun between the sheets while everyone else stumbled over their lines." Jordan and Carly blushed. They'd had lots of fun making out with their sibling in front of the dozen or so oblivious onlookers. "Maybe too much fun," Gail went on. "The wedding scene is suffering. You two look less like two soulmates tying their destinies together and more like two horny teenagers waiting for the ok to make out again."
"Sorry, what?" Jordan sputtered.
"Oh don't worry, these things happen," Gail said. "Intimacy takes a while to develop. It's probably my fault for starting with the bedroom scene first. But I want you to keep that in mind between now and our next rehearsal. I'm glad you've gotten comfortable with each other physically, but we need you to become more comfortable emotionally. Think about all the experiences Jacob and Carol have had with each other before the story starts. They've seen each other at their most vulnerable, probably many times over. They know what their partner looks like through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, and know their partner will stick with them regardless of what happens next. I want to see more of that energy when you're exchanging your vows next time."
The drive back home from rehearsal was once again full of awkward silences. They got home and got ready for bed in peace. Jordan had just turned out his light when Carly knocked softly on his door.
"Yeah?" Jordan asked. Carly opened the door, walked in and sat on the edge of his bed.
"I thought it might be good to, um," she said, before stopping. She was so nervous. "Good for us to sleep together."
Jordan swore his heart stopped. "Listen, Carly, I know we've been, uh...but you're my sister. We can't have sex."
"Oh my god," Now it was time for her heart to stop. "I didn't mean that, you freak, I meant just sleeping in the same bed."
"Oh thank god." They both laughed.
"I was just thinking that it'd be a way for us to build some more emotional intimacy without having to, you know...."
"Yeah, I get it, good idea," he said, moving back from her and lifting up the covers. "Get in."
Jordan thought she'd just sleep on the other side, but as soon as Carly slid in, she scooted right against him, pressing her body against his. He was only wearing boxer shorts, while she'd changed back into the camisole and panties she'd worn earlier.
"I can't believe you thought I wanted to have sex with you," Carly whispered to Jordan in the dark.
"Oh come on, leave it alone," he said.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Jordan sighed.
"Making out with my sister is by far the craziest thing I've done for a role," he said. "And it somehow still isn't enough. I feel gross."
"For making out with me?"
"Not with you. With my sister."
"Who's me."
"You know what I mean. It's not something big brothers should do."
"Not this again. I told you you don't have to protect me."
"You're right. I'm sorry."
"I'm more sad that we don't have the intimate bond that Gail was talking about. I thought we were closer than that."
"We
are
close. I don't think we'd be willing to do any of this if we weren't."
"I guess you're right."
"Don't worry," he said, pulling her tighter. "We'll get there."
"Thanks," she said, then lifted her head up for a kiss. He obliged. The kiss quickly developed into a more passionate make out. They'd been french kissing so much recently, it just felt natural. Jordan ran his hand up and down his sister's body, from the top of her panties to the top of her back. He couldn't get the sight of her in the see-through camisole out of his mind, especially now that she was wearing it again and pressing her breasts needily against him. He took a chance and ran his hand up her side, letting his thumb press deeply into her sideboob. It felt amazing.
A shiver ran through Carly and she wrapped her top leg over her brother, squeezing his thighs between hers. His boner raged harder than ever. He started to run his hand up her side again when she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
"Fuck, Carly," he moaned. She kissed him again, then he pushed her back.
"Sorry, too much?" she asked, rolling off him.
"It's just that, ugh," he said.
"What? Spit it out."
"You just make me so hard," he said. She squirmed at the compliment. "My balls have been aching for days straight. I'm going to go, uh, take care of it so I can sleep." He started getting out of bed.
