THE BED
If he's asleep
, she reasoned with herself,
I'll just have to accept that the night is over. But if he is awake
...
"Greg," she said, loud enough that someone awake just down the hall would hear, but not enough to wake someone sleeping.
She waited.
She started to frown in disappointment.
Then: "Yeah?"
Her heart fluttered.
With a shaky voice, she said, "Can you come here for a moment?"
A few seconds later he leaned into her open doorway. He was shielding himself, probably still naked. "Yeah?" he said again.
Stephanie swallowed. "Would...would you like to sleep in my bed with me?"
There was a crack in his voice when he hastily said, "Yes."
She sat up and pulled the sheets back for him, exposing her own nudity. She scooted over a little on her queen size bed and patted the spot next to her. Greg entered the room, and she was thrilled to see that he was still nude, too. He paused at the side of her bed. In the dim light she could see that he wasn't hard, which she decided was good for now. Her feelings were still quite torn about how much more she wanted to do with her brother, but for now she thought it would be really nice to just cuddle up together, maybe even get a bit of sleep.
By way of further invitation, Stephanie turned to her side, her back and ass now facing Greg. She felt the bed move a little as he climbed onto it. There was another moment's hesitation, and she thought he was getting another look at her backside. He finally brought the covers back over the two of them and spoon up against her. He brought one arm out from the covers and draped it over her midsection. She was very pleased by how he was acting. He somehow knew that she didn't want to go too fast too soon. She had been the one setting the pace the entire night, and she would continue to do so.
"This is nice," she said softly.
"It is." She felt him press his face into her damp hair, enjoying her scent. He even planted a little loving kiss on her head, and she snuggled herself more tightly against him.
She wondered how long it would take them to fall asleep like this, or whether he would get hard again and want to fool around? She could feel his heartbeat racing with his chest against her back, and she instinctively assumed that he definitely wanted more.
Eventually, however, they both dozed off.
When Stephanie stirred awake again, she knew that considerable time had passed, but it was still dark outside. She could hear her brother snoring softly behind her, and she was glad that he was getting some much needed rest. But Stephanie's new problem was that she was now terribly, terribly thirsty. All that booze...
She carefully moved her sleeping brother's arm off of her and gently extracted herself out from her little-spoon position and off the bed. She padded nakedly downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. After draining half of it, she grabbed another and took them both back upstairs. She set the full bottle on the nightstand on her brother's side. This made her pause and smile.
My brother's side of the bed
, she mused.
Of
my
bed
.
So many conflicting emotions were swimming in her hungover head. She could honestly admit to herself that she had never looked at her own brother in a sexual way until yesterday. He had grown into a handsome young man, yes, but through the sibling lens, that was about it. It had actually annoyed the
hell
out of her that he had become so openly obsessed with her tits. That was why she'd attempted her ridiculous stunt in the first place: just get it over with, let him have a good long look at her chest, and get it out of his system. She knew she had big ones and that she was attractive in general, and she knew what effect she had on a guy when she dressed to show off her body. But she had never, ever intentionally tried to show off her body to her brother.
Until tonight.
Then there was the masturbation. She could very easily have just sent him up to his room, when the timer had gone off, so that he could relieve himself in private. But she hadn't; it was she who had suddenly grown curious to encourage him to whip out his dick in front of her. Then she had fingered herself to orgasm in front of him and had let him climax all over her tits!
Still reminiscing, she went into her bathroom. She went pee but didn't flush so as not to wake Greg. Despite having satiated her thirst, it still felt like she had cotton in her mouth. She took a little gulp of mouthwash and quietly gargled while looking at her nude form in the mirror by the dim glow of a little bathroom nightlight.
She had instigated this and had let it all happen, right up to leading him to the shower, where once again they'd gotten off. It had been her in charge the whole time. When she invited her into his bed a little later, there was definitely part of her that wanted him to take over at that point, to mount her and have his way with her, letting them both get it out of their system. But he hadn't. He acted like a gentlemen and gently caressed her in bed, making no further sexual moves toward her.
She hadn't expected that.
She went back into the bedroom and looked at her brother again. He had rolled onto his back but was still sleeping soundly. The sheets had come down to the point where she could see the tops of his hips and the beginning of his fuzzy brown "happy trail." Despite being flaccid, his dick still presented a considerable lump under the covers.
He had been a gentleman and had not taken advantage of her. Now he was lying there, in her bed, a gorgeous specimen of a man.
It hit her like a ton of bricks: she was falling for him.
No
, she screamed in her mind.
It's just infatuation, just hormones. You just haven't been laid in forever, and you're still horny. Your still drunk. You can't have a crush on your own
brother!
She tried to think of all the times, growing up, that he'd annoyed the hell out of her. There were plenty. He could a jerk sometimes. But he'd never been
cruel
to her. They actually rarely ever fought. She had female friends who talked about constantly fighting and arguing with their brothers. Dad had made sure to instill good manners in both of them, and up until Greg had become obsessed with her tits, he invariably treated her with kindness. He had always respected her privacy, been there for her when life got her down...
Stephanie crossed back to her side of the bed and looked at him again.
She wanted him. What was she prepared to do about it?
She got on the bed and sat cross-legged, facing him. She watched his chest move up and down as he slept. She looked at his face, his hands...the lump under the covers. She started reaching for the sheets but stopped, her heart racing.
Greg woke up. In the mostly dark room he blinked and looked around for a few seconds, seemingly having forgotten where he was. When he saw her sitting there, looking down at him, he gave a little start, then smiled when he saw that she was till naked. She was giving him a rather erotic show: not only were her large breasts on full display, she was sitting cross-legged, thus exposing her pussy to him.
"Hey," he said hoarsely.
"Hey," she muttered back. "Thirsty?"
He cleared his throat. "Very."
"Nightstand."
He propped himself up on his elbows and glanced over at it. When he reached for the bottle, more of his hips came up from the covers, and now Stephanie could see more of his pelvis and even the base of his penis. She licked her lips.
She waited until he drained most of the bottle. "How are you feeling?"
"A little thick."
She chuckled, but she knew he meant his head. "Me too," she said. She kept looking at him, and he shifted a bit nervously.
"What?" he said.
"Nothing. Just admiring the view."
He looked down at himself and saw that his crotch was largely exposed. He looked back up at her and grinned. "Same here."
She moved closer to him and stretched out her legs. He set the bottle down and layback, extending his arm. She snuggled up against him, allowing one of her legs to come up over his thighs. She could feel his lump. She put her hand on his broad chest and nuzzled her head on his shoulder. He instinctively brough his hand to her hair and stroked it.
"This is nice," she said, repeating her earlier statement.
"It is," he whispered.
She tilted her head up, trying to read his expression in the dark. He had put his head down on the pillow and had his eyes closed. She put her head back down and said, "I can't believe what we did."
