The fading light of the early evening spilled in through the window when Elizabeth woke up still curled against her sleeping older brother. Her first instinct was to kiss Oliver, but she didn't. Instead, she gently extracted herself from the embrace and got out of the bed. She'd been in Oliver's room tons of times, but never standing naked after having just woken from a post-coital nap.
Oh god, she thought to herself. What did we just do? She tiptoed out of the room and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stood in front of the mirror while the water warmed up. Her eyes glittered with happiness, and her full lips were set in a slight, soft smile. Elizabeth didn't regret having just lost her virginity to her brother. In fact, she'd enjoyed it immensely. But now what was going to happen? She didn't know how she felt about Oliver or the turn their relationship had taken. Was she supposed to act like it had never happened? Was it wrong for her to lust after her brother? Of course. But now that it had happened, how was she to proceed? Would she be beyond redemption if it happened again? For the moment, Elizabeth didn't want to worry about any of that. She stepped into the steamy shower and let the water wash her worries away.
Oliver rolled onto his back, immediately noticing his sister's absence from his bed. He figured they'd only slept a few hours, and that Elizabeth had woken not long ago. He took the time alone to replay the day's events in his head. He'd had sex with his little sister. Amazing, hot, consensual sex with a beautiful virgin. But he knew it wasn't that simple. You don't just have sex with your sister and go on about your day. They would have to talk about it at some point, try and figure out what it all meant. They'd finally begun to close the gap between them, and he wasn't sure he wanted it to end. Oliver didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew that things were going to be very different from then on.
"Mom, you're home," Elizabeth chirped as she entered the kitchen, still wrapped in her bathrobe. Her mother was scanning the newspaper, and smiled when her daughter walked in.
"Yeah, I got home half an hour ago," Mrs. Faber replied, hugging Elizabeth. "Where's your brother?"
"Uh...I guess he's in his room," Elizabeth said, hurrying over to the fridge and hoping her mother hadn't seen the crimson mark of shame scrawled across her face.
"Well you should go wake him up. Your father will be home soon, and we wanted to take you out for your birthday dinner," Mrs. Faber said. Bit nodded and retreated quickly from the kitchen. Hesitantly, she made her way back to Oliver's room, pausing outside the door. After a moment, she knocked softly, half-wishing he'd still be asleep. The door opened almost immediately, and Oliver stood in his boxers, his hair still mussed from sleep. He smirked when he saw Bit standing before him, and welcomed her into his room. They stood facing each other for a moment, before Oli pulled his sister into him. She let him hold her, because it was exactly what she needed. She needed that token of affection and reassurance from him, before she could determine what actions she should take.
"Oli..." she began, opening her mouth and closing it again. Her eyes locked onto his and she felt another layer of confusion settle around them. Oliver responded by kissing his sister tenderly on the mouth, as his sensual feelings returned. It took all of Elizabeth's strength to pull away. "Oli, no. Mom's home." Oliver's eyes widened and his hands slowly left Bit's body.
"I guess we should...talk about this. Later?" he asked, searching Bit's face for a sign. She simply nodded and turned to leave.
"Yeah, we will. Get dressed," she replied, looking over her shoulder. Oli smiled at the glint in her eye. "Mom and dad are taking us out to dinner." She smiled and closed the door behind her. Oliver shook his head and went in search of something to wear.
Thirty minutes later, the Fabers walked into the crowded restaurant together. A waiter led them to their table, nestled in an intimate corner, and laid down their menus. When Bit removed her light jacket, Oli's jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her breasts and waist in a tantalizing fashion. Her toned legs trailed down to a pair of 4-inch stilettos, and her sandy blonde hair was swept up off of her neck. The outfit was simple enough, but Oliver was completely captivated by his sister's body. Realizing that he was gawking, Oliver shut his mouth and opened his menu, hoping nobody had noticed. He tried to read the items on the menu, but was distracted by the sensation of his sister's foot brushing against his shin. It was going to be a long night.
The Fabers enjoyed a delicious and filling meal, supplemented by a bottle of red wine- a special treat in honor of Bit's birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Faber allowed her to drink with dinner, despite her being underage. After a glass and a half, she was quite relaxed and slightly flushed. Oliver joked easily with her, and robust laughter could be heard from their table throughout the restaurant. Several times throughout the night, Oliver had caught and held Elizabeth's glance. She grinned at him, and once, went as far as to rest her hand on his thigh beneath the table. It caught him off guard, but Oliver took this as a good sign. At least Elizabeth wasn't upset with him. By the end of dinner, the siblings were chatting happily with their parents, an amicable feeling between them.
"I'm so glad you two are getting on so well," Mr. Faber said, beaming at his children. "I wondered if you too would ever be close again, the way you were as children."
"We're closer than ever," Bit declared, noticeably buzzed. She casually draped her arm around Oli's shoulders and he couldn't help smiling. No matter what transpired over the course of the visit, he had the feeling that everything was going to end up ok between them.
"Thanks so much for dinner," Elizabeth said, hugging her parents good night.
"Yeah, thanks," Oli echoed.
"You're welcome. We hope you had a good birthday, sweetie," Mrs. Faber replied. She embraced Elizabeth, and then Oliver, before they retreated to their respective bedrooms.
Elizabeth carelessly kicked her heels in the direction of her closet before peeling off the tight black dress. Wearing only her bra and underwear, she reclined on her bed. Her hand ventured beneath her panties as her thoughts drifted to the day's events. She smirked, remembering the newly discovered sensations of sex. Almost instantly, Oliver's face appeared in her mind's eye. She considered her options. She could give up on manual stimulation, and seek her brother's assistance. This was her initial thought, but she was still very aware of how wrong that would be- had been.
She was inebriated and in need of release, so Elizabeth didn't think twice before picking up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey...Billy?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"It's Elizabeth," she replied tentatively. She'd never done anything like this before, but she tried to mask her shyness.
