Or maybe just me.
Once the credits began to roll, I leaned over and gave my brother a quick peck on the lips.
"Thanks," I said with a warm smile. "That was really fun."
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Fortunately, Kristine
was
free that weekend. She didn't even question my invitation to come over and watch a movie, and so on Saturday morning, I was delighted to find that my brother had actually scrubbed up a bit - he wasn't in a suit and tie or anything like that (it would've been weird if he
was
) but he'd clearly put a bit of effort in.
I was in a yellow sundress I'd found in the back of my closet. A little more frippy than what I normally wear, but I guess I was just in a good mood. My arms and shoulders were completely exposed, and my dress ended just above my knees.
Every time the breeze hit me, goosebumps ran all over my body. It felt nice.
I greeted Kristine at the door with a little kiss, and practically dragged her into the living-room where Arnold was already waiting. He'd remembered that Kristine liked Val Kilmer, and burned a copy of that movie where he's teaching Iron Man how to be a private investigator.
To my surprise, Arnold didn't make a move during the whole film - he didn't even sit next to her! I wanted to be annoyed at him, but the movie was surprisingly good, and so I happily sat next to my friend as the story unfolded. I don't think either of us took our eyes off the film once.
When it was done, it took both of us a few minutes to come back to reality. As we did, I saw Arnold sitting to the side, staring at us with an odd look on his face.
Then I saw the strange way that Kristine was staring at me, and it was like my brother faded away entirely.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked nervously, and Kristine just nodded, biting her lip slightly as her eyes flicked down to my lips.
Kristine was wearing her normal kind of outfit - black jeans, a white tank top under a black jacket. One hand reached out and stroked my arm; a shiver ran through my whole body as soon as she made contact.
"Thanks for coming over," I said, and it must have sounded like I was asking her to leave, because a hurt look came across her face...and she puckered her lips slightly, in preparation for her goodbye kiss.
It didn't look like my brother was going to make his move today (and I had stuff to be getting on with), so rather than explain what I'd meant, I just leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers.
Normally when two girl friends kiss (distinctly different from two
girlfriends
kissing, I should point out) it's just a quick peck and we're on our way. But today, I was...
I dunno. I guess I was just feeling kissy.
Rather than pull away immediately, I kept my lips pressed against my friend's. She didn't draw back either, but just kept running her arm up and down my bare arm. Instinctively, I moved my hand to her waist, and she wrapped her other arm around my neck, as if bringing me in closer.
I've always loved kissing - maybe that's why I use it as a way of saying hello and goodbye. There's just something so
fun
about it, so playful and affectionate. It was such a nice feeling, my mouth against Kristine's - I didn't even question it when her lips parted slightly, and her tongue tentatively entered my mouth.
It wasn't long before my tongue emerged as well, and soon it was dancing with hers, two soft, pink muscles intertwined, one playfully reacting to the other, as we explored each other's mouths.
Her hand reached up and lightly grabbed my hair; I responded by tightening my grasp on her waist, wishing that she wasn't wearing so many layers, so that I could run my fingertips along her skin the way she had mine.
For the next few minutes I forgot everything - I forgot that Kristine and I were just friends, I forgot that I was straight. I forgot the movie that we'd just watched - hell, I even forgot that my brother was in the room, watching his little sister make out with the girl he had a crush on.
All I could think about was Kristine - the warm taste of her mouth, the way she traced patterns on my bare skin with her fingernails, the tiny moans that she emitted each time I nipped at her tongue or lips.
Maybe five minutes had passed when she finally pulled back.
"Thanks," she said shyly, and I beamed at her in response. I don't know what she had to be shy about - we were just two friends, kissing each other goodbye.
"I'll see you soon," I replied in a husky whisper, and her enthusiastic nod made me smile. As she walked away, my eyes were drawn to her firm ass, held tightly by those form-fitting jeans. Glancing over to my brother, I noticed that he was staring at her as well, a strong look of lust in his eyes.
Poor guy. He really had it bad.
***
The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully. I guess I was just in a movie-watching mood, because when my brother brought down a stack of other DVDs he'd burned, I joined him in watching them all.
By the end of the last film (an old musical about actors in a Shakespeare play), my head was throbbing. I guess that's the price you pay for spending a whole day staring at the TV.
I got up and began to stagger to my room, but my brother stopped me.
"No kiss?" he said, a pout on his face.
"Oh," I muttered. "Of course." I felt so rude.
Sitting in his lap, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. My tongue immediately began exploring his mouth - he stiffened with surprise, but soon his hands were roaming up and down my back, and I was able to relax and really melt into the kiss.
I guess it's just a part of being kissy; I've always been super comfortable with physical affection. It was actually a little bit weird that I'd been watching the film from the other couch; normally I'd be sitting on my brother's lap, letting his hands explore my body as we watched the film.
Still, at least we were making up for it now. As we kissed, one of his hands started moving up and down my thigh, pausing before he could reach my panties. His other hand drifted up to my chest and began groping my bra-covered tits through my dress.
A soft moan left my lips, and (as if he'd been waiting for encouragement) he stopped teasing me, and slowly began stroking the front of my panties. A shudder of pleasure wracked my whole body, and I could feel my brother's fingers getting more insistent, parting my pussy-lips slightly as he rubbed, starting to push the fabric of my underwear inside me.
I know that my brother had wanted a kiss, but his hand made me forget what we were doing. Pulling away, I threw my head back, and his mouth moved to my neck.
"Please..." I whimpered, and he was only too happy to oblige.
It's not easy being this kissy, I'll tell you that. My whole life has been spent like this - I can't help but be physically intimate with everyone I like, everyone I love.
