I wake up the next day. Everything feels a bit foggy, and I'm confused where I am. The blanket I had over my naked body is gone, and above me, stands my brother.
"Time to wake up. Here." He throws my panties and a t-shirt on me.
Standing above me, staring down, he's wearing shorts and no shirt. I get the feeling he's waiting for me to get dressed, so I put the thong and t-shirt on. It's definitely one of his shirts, as it smells like my brother; I like how he smells. And after last night, I like it even more. I stand up and while the shirt is kinda big, it barely covers my ass.
"I've made coffee. I'm sure there's some tea somewhere for you." He turns around and walks to the kitchen.
Knowing my brother, I know that that wasn't an offer to make tea; it was an offer for me to find tea, and make it myself. So I follow behind him into the kitchen, and while he sits down at the table, I rummage through the pantry. Clearly, this will make my butt fully visible to him, as I lean in. I really wonder if he's looking... I hope he is.
After finding some tea and putting water on, I pour coffee in a cup and bring it to him at the table. A few minutes later, I join him with my tea.
"Sooo," I start, trying to find a way to start talking about last night.
"What?" He almost sounds annoyed when he hears that I'm trying to bring up a serious conversation.
"I was just thinking that, like maybe... eh, we should talk about, you know, yesterday?"
"We do?" He sighs, "Oh, well. Yes, I think you should be more careful with how much you drink, kitten."
I stare at him. Out of all the things I could expect him to say, lecturing me about drinking wasn't one of them.
"That's what you think is important to talk about? It's not like I was the only one drunk."
"Yes, that is what I think is important, kitten."
Even though he's using his cute pet name for me, there's no sweetness in his voice; it's harsh and scolding.
