Adorable Little Sister
After Crystal left on Saturday afternoon, Jeff took Brit aside to have a talk with her. They sat together on the couch in the front room.
"Brit, I'm sorry for what I did today in the shower."
"That's all right, Jeff. It was obvious you had no control over yourself."
"So you're not mad at me?"
"Of course not. You're my big brother. I can never stay mad at you for long. Besides, I've had lots of opportunity to practice controlling my temper with you."
"I know, and I'm sorry."
"That was a joke, Jeff," she grinned. "I was just teasing you."
"Oh. So that's what teasing is. I got confused because I'm not used to it."
"Oh, ha ha," she said sarcastically, then stuck her tongue out at him.
He reached around her to try to get her in a headlock, but somehow it never got that far. He ended up with his arm around her waist and her head on his shoulder. She sighed, but made no move to pull away.
"Jeff?" she asked.
"What?"
"You don't mind having to be stuck babysitting your bratty little sister?"
"A week ago I would have hated it. But now..."
"What?"
"I don't know. Things are different."
"So what's changed between then and now?" she asked, looking up at him.
That was a difficult question to answer. Part of it was that they had decided to stop fighting with each other, but when Jeff was honest with himself, it was also because he was beginning to think of her differently. Some of those feelings were just simple affection between brother and sister, pure and innocent. But some of them were inappropriate, although as long as he didn't act on them they were harmless. But that brought up another question: why did he now think of his sister in that way, when they had nearly been at each other's throats before?
"Jeff?" asked Brit when he didn't answer her original question.
"I'm sorry," he replied. "I was just thinking. I really don't know what's changed between us, but I think it's a good change, don't you?"
"Yes," she said. "I've always loved you, but it's just in these last couple of days that I've started to like you. Does that make sense?"
"No, but it's the same way I feel about you, so I guess I'm not making any more sense than you are."
"It's official then. We're both insane."
He laughed at her joke, something he had done all too rarely before. It was like she was a completely different person, or maybe he was the one who had changed. Previously he had delighted in tormenting her, but now he found that he actually wanted to please her. She had the cutest smile, and it made him feel good inside when he knew that he was the cause of it.
He had a sudden idea. "Brit," he said, "I want to do something for you."
"What?" she asked.
"I want to give you a back rub."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes widening in delight.
"But you have to do the same for me," he told her.
"Okay!" she grinned. "In fact, you can go first."
"Really?" he asked. "You don't mind?"
"That way, after you rub my back I can just relax instead of having to go to work."
"Good point," he laughed, then slid off the couch and sat in front of her.
"Let's not go half-way here," she said. "Let's make it a full massage. Lie down on your stomach."
He was certainly not about to argue with that, so he grabbed a pillow from the couch and put it under his head as he lay flat. Brit immediately set to work massaging his shoulders, working out all of the tension. He sighed; it felt very nice. She seemed to be just as good at it as Rachael, and the feeling was extremely relaxing. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the stimulation of her hands, forgetting all his cares and just letting the pleasure overtake him.
"You know, if we really want to do this right you need to take your shirt off," she said.
"My shirt?"
"Exactly. Don't you think it would feel better on bare skin?"
She had a good point, but he also wondered whether it was really a good idea to partially undress like that in front of her. On the other hand, they had both been completely undressed just a few hours ago; this was nothing in comparison.
He sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. After casting it aside, he lay back down again.
If he had thought her hands felt good before, it was nothing compared to now. There was something delightful about her little fingers against his skin that didn't really come out when the sensation was muffled by his shirt. It was like she was touching his very muscles, drawing out all of the tension and replacing it with calming softness. He sighed at the feeling.
Brit giggled. "You like that, don't you?" she asked.
"A lot," he replied. "Why didn't I think of having you do this to me years ago?"
"Because I would have said no, just to tease you," she laughed.
"Oh yeah. Well I think this feels much better than teasing, don't you?"
"I don't know..." she replied with a grin. "There's something immensely satisfying about causing you torment." She reached down to his sides and tickled him.
He yelped and jumped up, then grabbed her hands and twisted them around behind her back. She giggled as she struggled against him, but he was too strong. So she changed her tactics. He watched in delightful horror as she puckered up and leaned in toward his face, taking a lesson from what her big sister used to do to him when he was younger.
"Ew!" he exclaimed, pushing her away. But this meant releasing her hands, and she immediately threw them around his neck. He tried to take them off him, but she held on too tightly, and meanwhile that freed up her lips. As he realized what she was doing, he turned his head so that the best she could do was kiss him on the cheek. In the process, he lost his balance and fell over backward with her on top of him. She ignored this new position and kept kissing him on the cheek.
He no longer tried to stop her, at first because he was caught off his guard and didn't know how to react, and then later because it felt too good to stop. He just lay there as she kissed him, and even slid his arms around her waist and held her there.
She kissed him all over the side of his face, his forehead, and even his neck. It was an absolutely delightful torture.
About five minutes later she sat back up. "It's no fun when you don't fight back," she grinned. "I'm supposed to be punishing you; you're not supposed to enjoy it."
"Oh, I just thought it was a new kind of massage you were experimenting with," he said with a laugh. "An unusual technique, I have to admit, but I'm always up for trying something new."
"I'm not that kind of a masseuse," she giggled.
"Dang!" he said with mock disappointment. "Oh well. I like the traditional massages too. And since you got me all tense again by tickling me, you have to start over." That was a bit of an exaggeration; the kisses had helped to relax him. But it made a good excuse to have her start massaging him again. He retrieved the pillow and rolled back over onto his stomach.
Brit resumed her position, running her hands all over his back. After the interruption it felt particularly good. He closed his eyes and let the wonderful sensation overtake him. He just wanted to lie there for hours while she touched him like that.
He awoke a couple of minutes later to a quiet voice in his ear. Brit had climbed on top of him and lay with her head next to his. "Are you so bored that you fell asleep?" she whispered.
Jeff laughed. "Not bored. Relaxed. You're very good at this."
Brit lowered her head and kissed him on the back between his shoulder blades. "That's the trademark of a Britney Primdale massage," she giggled. "All right, now it's my turn," she said, climbing off of him.
"Okay," said Jeff, reluctantly sitting up. He still wanted to lie there and let her run her hands all over him, but on the other hand, he found he enjoyed doing little things to make her feel good too, and this would be a perfect opportunity.
To his astonishment, Brit suddenly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor, revealing that she wore no bra. He stared open-mouthed at her completely bare chest.
It was only for a second, though, because she lay down on her stomach and slipped her hands beneath the pillow that she placed under her head.
"Uh..." he stammered.
"Go ahead, Jeff," she smiled.
"Uh..." he said again.
"What's wrong?" she asked, glancing up at him.
"You... um... you took your shirt off."
"So what? So did you."
"But you're a girl!"
"And what's wrong with being a girl?" she demanded.
"You shouldn't just go around taking your shirt off in front of people."
"I didn't. It's just you and me, Jeff. No one else is watching."
"But I can't... I can't put my hands on you like this."
"I thought you were the one who wanted to give me a back rub."
"I did. I do, I mean."
"Jeff, it's just my back. It's not like you're going to touch my boobs or anything," she giggled.
"I know, but..."
"Unless you want to," she added with a seductive smile.
"Brit!" he exclaimed, shocked.
She burst out laughing. "Come on, Jeff. I'm just teasing. Just pretend I'm Kari and you're doing this to her."
"That doesn't help," he said.
"What's wrong, Jeff? You think if you put your hands on me you're going to end up having sex with me?"
"No... not really. It's just that... well..."
"Well what?"
"I don't know. It just doesn't seem right."
"Fine. If you don't want to rub my back, I'll just have to turn over and let you rub my front instead."
"No!" he blurted out as she began to roll over. She stopped before she went too far, thankfully.
"Then rub my back," she insisted.
"Okay, fine!" he said. "You win."
"Thanks," she smiled, returning to her original position and closing her eyes.
He considered for a minute. Should he really do this? Should he really put his hands on his little sister's bare back? He reached out hesitantly, then stopped with his hand a couple of inches from her shoulders.
"I'm waiting," she said without opening her eyes.
Jeff slid his hands around her shoulders and she sighed in pleasure. He was surprised at how good it felt. She was so soft and warm. He began to knead her shoulders, running his hands up and down over them. From the smile on her face, she seemed to enjoy it, which made him happy. Just a few days before, he would never have thought that seeing a smile on her face could be so delightful, but now just knowing that he was making her feel good was its own reward.
He let his hands slide all over her bare back, loving the feel of her soft skin on his fingers. She was delightfully smooth. For a thirteen-year-old girl, her body was absolutely perfect, and he couldn't believe how lucky he was to be able to touch her like this.
Not that it's anything but a simple back rub, he told himself. There's nothing wrong with wanting to make my sister feel good.
She hummed in delight as he continued to rub her all over. He alternated between stroking her like he would pet a cat, and rubbing her more firmly, like a real massage. She seemed to enjoy both equally well, and he enjoyed doing it to her.
He was enjoying himself so much, in fact, that he lost all track of time. He had meant to massage her only for as long as she had massaged him, but when that point came he happily continued, just watching her smile and listening to her sighs.
It had to be at least twenty minutes later when he finally, reluctantly stopped.
"Okay, all done," he said.
"Not yet," she insisted.
"Brit, my hands are getting tired."
"You don't have to use your hands. Use your lips."
"What?" he exclaimed, shocked.
"You have to kiss me on my back like I kissed you."
He began to grow red. Surely that wasn't appropriate contact between them.
"I thought that was your trademark," he said, a flimsy excuse but the best one he could come up with.
"It is, but I give you permission to use it on me," she grinned. "Please, Jeff?"
He decided he could do it just once. It was just a harmless little kiss for his sister, after all. And her body looked so warm and inviting...
He leaned over her and lowered his head. As he pressed his lips to her skin, he realized that it felt really nice. He wanted to do it over and over again, to kiss her all over her back and neck, to turn her over and kiss her face, and then... and then...
He sat up quickly, alarmed at the direction his thoughts were headed. He shouldn't be thinking things like that about little Brit. She was just a child after all. And she was his sister.
"Thank you Jeff," she sighed. "I love you."
"I love you too," he whispered, then lay down next to her. Despite insisting that he was tired of massaging her, he put a hand on her back and began to stroke her tenderly. Her smile widened. In that position they fell asleep.
When he woke up later, he glanced over at his sister and nearly gasped. She had rolled over onto her back, exposing her pretty little chest to his eyes. He stared at it in shock, wondering what he should do. Should he wake her up and tell her to put her shirt back on? Should he grab a blanket and cover her himself?
One thing he shouldn't do was continue to stare at her. That wasn't right. He quickly averted his eyes, shutting them tightly. But the image seemed burned into his eyelids, and he could still see that beautiful little body just as clearly as if he had his eyes open. He shook his head to clear the image, which helped a little, but the main result of that was that now he was tempted to peek again.
She's my sister! he told himself. He shouldn't want to see her naked. He should be disgusted by the sight. Part of him was; part of him thought that it was completely wrong and that he was a horrible person for thinking of her like that. But that was the same part of him that used to tease her and be mean to her, the part that he had managed to repress these last couple of days. He didn't want to wake that part of himself up, because it could easily get out of hand and he would go right back to the way he had treated her before.
Against his better judgment, he opened his eyes. Once again, he found himself fascinated with her chest. Her tits weren't particularly big; they were just starting to develop after all. But there was a certain youthful beauty to them that was appealing, alluring, and (dare he even think it?) arousing. He wanted so much to put his hands on them and feel them. Slowly, almost unconsciously, he reached out.
No! he told himself. You can't do this! But his hand kept moving closer, closer, to her lovely breast. One touch. That was all he would need. One touch just to find out what it felt like. His hand trembled, mere inches from the goal, as he fought within himself.
Then his eyes went to her peacefully slumbering face, with a cute little half-smile on her slightly parted lips. She was so beautiful, and so vulnerable. What if he touched her and she woke up? He could really hurt her. After these past few days, he wanted nothing more than to make her happy, but this could do irreparable harm to her. What if she never smiled at him again because of this moment of weakness?
That terrible thought was enough to make up his mind. He withdrew his hand, relief flooding him as he realized he had just avoided a horrible, horrible mistake.
Just then she yawned and began to stretch, causing her breasts to jiggle provocatively with the motion. That was a close call! He closed his eyes to pretend to be asleep, probably the best thing, all things considered. It would avoid embarrassing her, and she would cover herself.
It didn't quite work out that way. As she stretched, her arm reached out and accidentally bumped against his nose, not hard enough to cause it to bleed, but hard enough to hurt at least. She immediately pulled her arm back, and before he could catch himself he reflexively put his hand to his nose.
"Oh, Jeff, I'm sorry," she said, and without thinking he opened his eyes. She lay there next to him, smiling brightly at him.
His eyes went to her chest once more; he couldn't help it. Then he felt himself growing red as he realized that he couldn't pull his gaze away.
She glanced down at where he was staring, and he expected her to scream, or slap him, or run away. Instead, she giggled.
"Oops," she laughed. "I forgot. Sorry about that." She rolled over away from him and grabbed her shirt. Still facing away, she hurriedly slipped it over her head. Then she turned back around and lay down again.
"I hope I didn't embarrass you," she said.
"Well, maybe just a little," he admitted.
"It's okay, Jeff. It doesn't bother me if you see me like that. I trust you completely." She scooted in close and snuggled up next to him. He put his arms around her and held her there.
She trusted him. Now he was especially glad that he had refrained from touching her. He made a decision that from that point forward, he would never do anything to betray her trust in him; he would always look after her and protect her, even if it meant denying himself his own desires.
For the rest of the day, Brit seemed extra affectionate. She kept looking for opportunities to hug him, as if trying to make up for the years they had lost. It seemed like she was well on her way to doing it.
Jeff let himself enjoy it. Hugs were fine between brother and sister, as long as they didn't go beyond that.
They ate dinner together without fighting once; on the contrary, they laughed and joked like old friends. There was still a bit of teasing, but all of the viciousness had gone out of it, leaving only good-natured banter.
That night, Jeff was getting ready for bed when Brit appeared at the bathroom door. This time she wore a tiny little bra and panties.
"Do you mind if I sleep in here with you again?" she asked.
Once again, Jeff wondered if she knew just how much she was turning him on. Was she completely innocent, or did she have other ideas in mind?
"There's no storm tonight, Brit," he said.
"I know, but it just felt so good last night that I wanted to do it again tonight."
Jeff considered. Despite the fact that he was beginning to think of her in ways that were not exactly appropriate, he had to admit that it had felt nice. He especially liked waking up to her beautiful face. And besides, it was all completely innocent, wasn't it? She was still, in a sense, a little girl. "Oh, all right," he answered.
Brit smiled, then skipped over to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Thanks," she told him, then climbed into his bed.
This time there was more of her to feel; before, her torso had been covered by her shirt, but now only her little tits were covered. The rest of her bare skin felt very nice against his own. As she rubbed against him trying to find a comfortable position, he felt himself growing hard. That wasn't good; it wasn't right to have an erection while thinking about his little sister, especially with her right there in bed with him!
Worse still, Brit either deliberately or unconsciously lifted her leg slightly and slipped it over on top of him, and he suddenly felt her inner thigh come to rest right on his erection.
Her eyes suddenly opened wide. "Oh!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry," he told her, growing red.
Then she began to giggle. "Maybe I should be the one apologizing," she said. "I mean, it is my fault, isn't it?"
While it was a completely natural question, he found it difficult to answer. He didn't want to lie to her, but on the other hand, to tell the truth would be to admit that he was having naughty thoughts about her.
"Is it because of what happened in the shower today?" she asked.
"Well... sort of," he mumbled.
She giggled again. "Does my big brother think his little sister is sexy?" she teased.
"Brit!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jeff. It's okay, really. I don't mind if you... you know."
"Look, maybe you shouldn't sleep in my bed any more," he told her.
"Why not?"
"Well, because of the effect it's having on me. I'm your brother, Brit. I shouldn't be... well..."
"Don't be mean, Jeff," she insisted, a frown on her face.
"Mean? I don't want to be mean to you. Look, this is the first full day we've spent together without fighting, and I don't want to spoil it. You know I'd do anything to make you happy, but I'm not sure this is a good idea."
"Come on, Jeff. I want to sleep with you. Please?"
"I don't know."
"Pretty please?"
"Brit..."
"Pretty please with sugar on top?"
"You're not going to give up on this, are you?" he smiled.
"Nope. The next step was going to be flashing you my puppy dog eyes."
Jeff laughed. "Since there's no way I would be able to resist that, I might as well give in right now," he conceded. "Just promise me one thing."
"What?"
"No horseplay. Just lie still. If just having you here in my bed is doing this to me, imagine what would happen if you were jumping around or climbing all over me or stuff."
Brit laughed. "Yes, I can imagine that, quite clearly in fact. That's a pretty funny mental image. But just so you know, I'm not afraid of you losing control and taking advantage of me, if that's what's worrying you. I know you love me too much to ever hurt me. And I love you too. It feels so nice to sleep with someone who cares for you so much, doesn't it?"
"Yes it does," he admitted. "I love you. Good night."
"I love you. Good night," she echoed.
She lay her head down on his chest again, and he drew up the blankets, then wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. It didn't take long for them to fall asleep in each other's arms.
For the second morning in a row he woke up with her lying on top of him. He loved seeing her there, sleeping peacefully against his chest. She had one of her hands on his shoulder, holding on to it as if for protection. Jeff reached around and put his hands on her back.
The movement woke her. She lifted her head and glanced around, then seeing where she was, smiled and let her head fall back onto his chest.
"Sorry for waking you," he said softly.
"It's okay, Jeff," she replied. "I like sleeping with you, but I like being awake with you even better. You don't mind if we just lie here for a while, do you?"
"Of course not. You feel nice and warm."
"Mm," she cooed, hugging him.
He began stroking her hair. She had nice, long, golden strands that felt soft in his hands. He hadn't noticed just how pretty it was before, but now he was beginning to notice everything about her.
She seemed to be noticing things about him too, apparently. "You've got nice muscles," she said, reaching out and squeezing his upper arm.
"Thanks," he said, not knowing how to take that.
"I bet all the girls at school are jealous that Kari's your girlfriend."
"I don't know," he shrugged. "I really haven't been paying much attention to them since Kari and I started going out."
"Does Kari like how strong you are?"
"I suppose so."
"If you were my boyfriend, I would like it."
"Well in that case, if you were my girlfriend, I would think your hair is absolutely beautiful."
"Really?" she beamed, raising her head once again and staring at him with a smile.
"Yep," he said, then in a teasing tone, added, "It's too bad you're not my girlfriend, because that means I don't think your hair is absolutely beautiful."
"Hey!" she giggled.
"I'm just teasing, Brit," he smiled. "Girlfriend or not, I really do like your hair."
"What about the rest of me?"
"Well, I think you have the most gorgeous left elbow I've ever seen," he said playfully.
"Oh, goody!" she laughed. "I've been taking good care of it, hoping that somebody would notice."
"It's working," he replied.
"Since we're on the subject, I'm very impressed with the little toe on your right foot," she giggled.
"Yeah, well I like your second tooth from the left on the top row."
"Well I think your earlobes look very tasty."
"Uh oh. I think my little sister is turning into a cannibal."
"I think I'll start with your nose, though," she said, sliding up along his body until she could lightly nibble on the tip of his nose.
"Ew! You're gross!" he said, laughing. She joined in the laughter, then once more slid back down and rested her head on his chest.
"You know, Kari's really lucky," she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because she gets to have you as her boyfriend."
"But you get to have me as your brother, don't you?"
"I know, but sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend. Especially one like you."
Jeff didn't know what to say to that. Once again, it could be completely innocent, but ever since he had been thinking of her differently, little things she said seemed to take on new meaning. He decided not to worry about it; whether she was fantasizing about him or not really didn't matter, as long as he didn't let her act on those fantasies. He would just treat her like a big brother should, and in fact, like the best big brother in the world, as she had called him.
"Jeff?" she asked. "Suppose... suppose I wasn't your sister. Would you ever consider having me as your girlfriend?"
That was a little more obvious, but again, it could still be innocent. Maybe she just needed reassurance that she was attractive to boys. It still didn't make it any easier to answer the question though.
"You're too young to be my girlfriend," he replied, in order to not have to answer the more difficult question.
She wouldn't let it go at that, though. "But suppose I were your age, or you were my age. Then would you consider it?"
"But when I was your age, I was a completely different person than I am now. You remember how we used to fight. And when you get to be my age, you'll be a different person too."
"Okay, fine. You don't have to answer it if you don't want." He could tell she was disappointed, and maybe even a little angry.
"I'm sorry, Brit. I just thought it was kind of an awkward question. Brothers aren't supposed to think about their sisters like that."
"Who cares what we're supposed to do? Brothers and sisters also aren't supposed to fight, but we used to do it all the time."
She had a point.
"You really want to know the answer?" he asked, and she nodded. "Okay, yes. I would consider having you for a girlfriend. There, are you satisfied now?"
She grinned and hugged him.
"It's because I've always had a thing for elbows," he said, and she laughed.
"But seriously," said Brit, "I know you like my hair, but what about my face?"
"Honestly? You have a really cute face. I think it's your big eyes mostly. They make you look like a little puppy dog."
"You think I look like a dog?" she exclaimed in mock indignation.
"I didn't mean it like that!" he protested. "I just meant you look really cute, in the same way that a fuzzy little animal looks cute. Or maybe a little kid."
"Oh?" she asked.
"Not that you're so little any more," he hastily added. "In fact, the older you get the better looking you get. Your cute little baby face is turning into the face of a beautiful girl."
"Really?" she grinned, enjoying the flattery.
"Really," he told her. "I think you're very pretty."
"You're so sweet," she smiled, hugging him again. "I love you."
"Well this is horrible," he joked.
"Horrible?" she demanded. "It's horrible that I love you?"
"Yes. The prettiest girl in the world tells me she loves me, and I can't do anything about it because she's my sister."
Brit giggled. She lay in his arms for a while longer, her cheek pressed against him. He gazed down at her cute little face, so serene and peaceful as his chest rose and fell with his breathing. Kari often liked to lie like that, especially after sex. It was the closeness, the intimacy, the physical contact and feeling of a lover's warm body. Unconsciously, he began to grow hard as he had a momentary, fleeting thought of Brit as his lover.
She noticed it too. "You're doing it again," she giggled.
"Maybe it's time for you to get off me," said Jeff.
"No!" she insisted. "I don't mind, really. I promise I won't mention it again. I just want to lie here with you a little longer."
"How long?" he asked.
"As long as possible. It's too bad we can't just stay here all day. It feels so nice."
He couldn't argue with that. "Maybe just a few more minutes," he told her.
"Thank you," she smiled, then kissed him on the chest.
Those few minutes expanded to fifteen, then half an hour, then finally an hour. They said nothing that whole time, but he gently stroked her back, causing her to hum in contentment. He was surprised to discover that he loved those little sounds she made; a few days ago they would have annoyed him, but now he felt overjoyed that he was able to give her that kind of simple pleasure. He found himself smiling at the very thought of making her happy. Right now he felt he could devote his life to that goal and be happy himself.
It was almost a shame that it had to end. Eventually Brit lifted her head again, then leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. She slid off of him and headed for the bathroom.
As she showered, he lay there on his bed, basking in the memory of her soft, warm body against his. She was so sweet and so beautiful, and he was amazed that he hadn't ever realized it until now. Of course, he shouldn't be thinking of her in any sense other than as a little sister, but there was nothing wrong with recognizing her beauty. And there was certainly nothing wrong with brothers and sisters being affectionate toward each other. If he thought she was nice to hug, so what?
He was still thinking about her when he heard the water in the shower turn off. A minute later the bathroom door opened, and Jeff suddenly stared in shock. Brit stood there in the doorway, naked except for the towel that she was using to dry herself off. She stood facing him, giving him a perfect view of her body, hiding nothing from his eyes.
"Brit!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Drying myself off," she replied casually.
"But... I mean..."
"What?" she asked.
"But why do you have the door open?"
"To air out the bathroom. There's too much steam; I can't see myself in the mirror to brush my hair."
"But I... You shouldn't..."
She hung the towel on the rack, then walked over to his bed, as if completely oblivious to the fact that she had no clothes on.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Shouldn't you put something on?"
"I was planning to," she replied.
"But I shouldn't be looking at you when you're naked."
"Then don't look," she laughed. "Really, Jeff, I don't know what's bothering you. This isn't the first time you've seen me naked, after all. Don't you remember yesterday?"
"Of course I remember yesterday. But... well..." he stammered.
"Does it really bother you?" she asked.
"It's not that it bothers me. It's--"
"Good. Then there's no problem, is there?"
Before he could answer, she turned around and skipped back into the bathroom, where she finished drying off and then headed into her bedroom to dress. He continued to watch her, knowing that he probably shouldn't, but he just couldn't tear his eyes away. She didn't seem to mind, or even notice, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to be naked in front of him.
As soon as she finished dressing, she returned to his room, kissed him on the forehead, then left to go downstairs to breakfast.
For the rest of the day she acted just like she had the previous day, friendly and affectionate. He was amazed to realize that he preferred to spend time with his little sister rather than hide out in the library reading or even looking at porn on the computer. Maybe it was the novelty of actually liking her. Or maybe there was something more, something he refused to admit, even to himself.
In the morning they shot pool, and Jeff had the clever idea of letting her win to see what her reaction would be. He wasn't disappointed. As soon as she sank the 8-ball, she jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, nearly knocking him over.
"I know what you did there," she told him with a wide smile on her face. "And I appreciate it. Thanks for letting me win." She kissed his cheek, then hopped down out of his arms.
Brit wanted to get into the hot tub then, and Jeff agreed with the half-joking condition that they keep their swimsuits on this time. He was delighted that she wore the same tiny little bikini as yesterday, which showed off all of her youthful charms while preserving at least a minimal amount of decency. They climbed into the tub and she snuggled up next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. Not surprisingly, it felt very nice.
After relaxing in the soothing water for several minutes, Brit came up with the idea of giving each other back rubs again, this time while they were in the hot tub. Jeff agreed without hesitation. He longed to feel her soft skin again, to run his hands all over her back.
He went first again, turning to the side to give her access to him. Her hands felt even better wet than they had dry. This time it was more like washing him than massaging him. That was something that he enjoyed doing with Kari. Sometimes they took showers together and washed each other's backs. It was both erotic and innocent at the same time, erotic because they were both naked and more than a little aroused, and innocent because it was something that could be done without even a hint of sexuality. Like now, for instance. It felt really nice to have Brit doing this to him, but that didn't mean there was anything sexual about it. Perhaps a better word was 'intimate.' It wasn't something that he would let just anybody do to him, only someone that he cared for, like his little sister.
Like before, she kissed him on the back to signal that she was through, so they began to switch places. Brit suggested that he face toward the center of the tub and put his legs together so that she could sit on his knees, which seemed to work out well. He let his hands run all over her back in the same kinds of motions that she had used on him. It felt so great to just touch her, especially with that smile on her face to show how much she enjoyed it.
He finished by kissing her on the back just above the strap of her bikini. Then she turned around and hugged him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her there for the longest time. Her almost nude body felt wonderful against his, and he wasn't about to let go until she did first.
She apparently had the same idea, so they ended up remaining in that position for at least fifteen minutes. Then she finally gave in and pulled away, and he reluctantly released her.
A few minutes later they left the tub. After drying off and changing, they headed upstairs for lunch.
The rest of the afternoon they spent playing card or board games. That was something that had always been dangerous in the past; their competitiveness often resulted in fights between them. But somehow, miraculously, they kept it civil and even cheerful. Jeff won more often than Brit, but it didn't seem to bother her like it did in the past.
After supper they adjourned to the living room to watch TV. Brit took her usual position on the floor, lying on her stomach with her chin in her hands. It was her usual position when watching TV, so he normally wouldn't have thought anything of it. But as he sat on the couch behind her, he found himself paying more attention to the way she lazily swung her legs in the air than to the show itself. He found it strangely compelling, hypnotic even, and felt like he could watch her like that for hours. In fact, he did.
The phone rang as their bedtime approached, and Jeff got up and answered it. It was Allison. She said that they would be home in about forty-five minutes, and that Rachael was eager to see them.
After talking with her for a couple more minutes, he hung the phone up and returned to his place on the couch, where he notified his sister that their parents would be back soon. She nodded and returned her attention to the television.
A few minutes later, Brit got up and walked over to him. "I'm cold," she said, and without waiting for a response, plopped down sideways on his lap.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, though half-heartedly. In truth, he liked the feel of her body against his. He grabbed the throw blanket on the couch next to him, and spread it over her. She sighed contentedly and lay her head against his chest.
"Jeff?" she asked a few minutes later without lifting her head. Jeff glanced down and saw that her eyes were closed.
"Yes, Brit?"
"Do you love me?"
"Of course," he said.
She didn't respond for a couple of minutes, and he wondered if she had fallen asleep right in the middle of his answer.
"Jeff?" she asked again.
"What is it?"
"Will you say you love me every single day?"
What had gotten into her lately? Well, it was such a simple little request, and he wanted her to be happy.
"Okay," he replied. "I'll say I love you every single day."
Once again she remained quiet, but he could see a smile on her lips. She was so adorable lying there like that, cute and innocent and vulnerable.
"Jeff?" she asked again.
"What, Brit?"
"If I'm ever sad, can I come and cry on your shoulder?"
"Sure," he said. Sometimes she could be really quite exasperating. Then he realized, no, he really didn't mind these questions at all.
"Jeff?" she asked again two minutes later, and he was surprised at how annoying she wasn't.
"Yes, Brit?"
"If I were ever in danger, would you come rescue me?"
"Of course I would." He wondered where these questions were headed. Was there something else on her mind, or did she just need the reassurance that he loved her, like she had mentioned last night? He did love her, and if she needed to ask these questions in order to feel that love, then he was happy to answer them.
"Jeff?"
"Yes."
"If someone tried to hurt me, would you beat them up?"
"I'd pound their face in if they tried to do anything to my favorite little sister." Actually, he wouldn't, because despite the fact that he was now much more in shape than he used to be, he was still a little afraid of fighting. But there was no harm in letting her think that.
"Jeff?"
"What is it now, Brit?"
"If I ever needed a transfusion, would you give me some of your blood?"
He couldn't help but chuckle, and Brit began to giggle as well.
"Honestly, you have the strangest imagination, Brit," he told her. "I don't know where you get these ideas. But to answer your question, and all your future questions, yes, I would do anything to make sure you're safe."
"Would you even die for me?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation, and realized that, strangely enough, it was true. "You know, you can be so cute sometimes."
"You think I'm cute?"
"I think you're adorable." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. Once more she sighed, and then fell silent again, this time for good.
A few minutes later he could hear her breathing growing deeper, almost to the point of snoring, and realized that she had fallen asleep. He also felt sleepy, especially since her warm body against him relaxed him so much. He glanced down at her face, wanting to just hold her like this forever. He loved her so much!
About 9:30, he heard the car in the driveway, and realized that Greg and Allison were home. He stared around guiltily, then realized there wasn't anything wrong. Of course, he had never been the type of brother that would let his little sister sit on his lap, so they were bound to think that it was strange, but it was still really innocent. In fact, he wondered why he even felt guilty at all.
When the front door opened and Greg and Allison stepped through with Rachael and saw them, Jeff immediately put a finger to his lips. Then he pointed at Brit, curled up on his lap, soundly sleeping. Greg blinked a couple of times in confusion, then shrugged. Rachael just waved at him, but Allison wore a wide grin on her face. "That's so cute!" she mouthed silently. Then the three of them set down their bags and headed into the kitchen.
Jeff had decided just to act as if nothing were out of the ordinary, because if he tried to make up an excuse he would have just stammered his way through it, making it seem like there was something going on that shouldn't be. It seemed to do the trick, because the adults didn't make a big deal out of it.
A few minutes later Greg headed back out to the van to finish unloading it, merely glancing once at them as he passed. Allison and Rachael came over and sat down. Rachael sat on the couch next to him, and threw her arms around them both. "Oh, it's so good to see you again!" she whispered. Brit merely stirred, but Jeff hugged Rachael back.
"How's Brit?" asked Allison.
"What? Oh, she's fine," Jeff explained, then decided he needed to give them at least a minimal explanation. Despite his momentary guilty feelings, the truth was innocent enough. "She was just a little cold earlier while we were watching TV, so she came over and sat down by me so I could throw a blanket over the two of us."
"Sat by you, or on you?" asked Allison with a grin.
Jeff shrugged, trying to make it look like he didn't care one way or another. "That was her idea. Anyway, she fell asleep five minutes later, and I decided not to wake her."
Greg appeared at the door carrying a couple of bags. Allison hopped up off of the couch and went over to help him. Between the two of them, they moved the bags into their bedroom. Then they returned back out to the front room and sat down in a couple of chairs.
"Now this is something I didn't think I'd ever see," Greg commented. "I left you two alone expecting to come home to a demilitarized zone, but instead it looks like you two are getting along just fine."
"I guess Brit's not so bad after all," Jeff said.
"I've been waiting to hear you say that for thirteen years," Greg chuckled. "So were there any problems while we were gone?"
"None. The storm knocked the power out Friday night, but it was back on by the time we woke up on Saturday. Brit behaved herself surprisingly well. I think she's starting to grow up." That was an understatement. After what happened yesterday, he was very well aware of just how grown up she was.
"All right, Jeff, you've proven you don't need a babysitter any more. If you don't mind watching your little sister, from now on when Allison and I go out, you two can stay by yourselves."
Rachael actually looked a little disappointed by those words, but Jeff was happy.
"Thanks, Dad," he smiled.
"Good. I hate to wake her, but it's time you two went to bed. You've got school in the morning after all." He knelt down beside Brit and put a hand on her shoulder to gently shake her. "Angel, it's time for bed," he said.
Brit, still mostly asleep, made a sound of displeasure and pulled away from his touch, possessively clutching Jeff's shirt in her hand. Greg, Allison, Rachael, and Jeff all laughed, though quietly.
"I'll take her upstairs," Jeff offered.
"Thanks, son."
Jeff slipped one hand under her knees and placed the other one behind her back, then scooted forward until he could stand up with her in his arms. She opened her eyes for a second and glanced around, then seeing where she was, she closed them again and let her head fall back against his chest.
"Good night," he told the others, then made his way upstairs with her.
He considered going straight to his room, but decided against it. With their dad and stepmom in the house, it was better that she sleep in her own bed. He somehow managed to open the door to her room, though he couldn't quite reach the light switch with both of his arms tied up. So he ignored the darkness and simply carried her over and laid her down gently on her bed.
"Not here," she whispered before he had a chance to withdraw his arms.
"What?" he asked.
"Don't leave me here. I want to sleep in your bed again tonight."
Actually, he had felt so relaxed with her on his lap a few minutes ago, he wanted to continue that feeling. Despite his reservations, he realized that he wanted her to sleep with him just as much as she wanted it.
"All right," he said. "Come on."
"Carry me?" she requested.
"What?"
"I'm so sleepy, Jeff. I want you to carry me."
"Brit, I almost broke my back carrying you up the stairs. This might just finish the job." It was an exaggeration, of course; a tiny bit of teasing left over from the old days.
"Please?"
She asked it so sweetly, he found it impossible to refuse her. He lifted her once again into his arms, causing her to giggle slightly. She put her arms around his neck to help steady herself. Then he made his way through the bathroom to his own room, where he laid her again on his bed. He was about to pull away, but before she removed her arms from around his neck, she pulled him down to her. She kissed him quickly on the lips, then let him go.
A little confused, he made his way back through the bathroom so that he could close and lock her door. It wouldn't do to have Greg or Allison walk by and wonder where she was.
His mind, though, was on that kiss. It could have been completely innocent. It was just a kiss between a brother and a sister, after all. Nothing wrong with that. But the way she had done it was a different thing altogether. She had deliberately maneuvered him to kiss him on the lips. Maybe that gesture was innocent as well, but it seemed only a tiny difference between that and a full, passionate kiss like between a boyfriend and girlfriend. Kari had done the same thing to him several times, but of course she hadn't been content with a quick peck.
Well, maybe he was making something out of nothing. Maybe it was because it reminded him of Kari that he was thinking things he shouldn't. And maybe it was because, admittedly, he liked it a little too much, and he was projecting his own emotions onto Brit. It didn't matter that Brit kissed him on the lips, as long as it was quick like that.
When he returned to his room, he noticed that Brit had unbuttoned her shirt and was pulling it off, leaving only a bra. She then unzipped her pants and pulled them off as well. He couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the sight of her, and knowing that he was going to be in the bed with her in just a few minutes.
He took his own shirt and pants off, leaving only his boxer shorts. Then he slipped under the covers, and Brit snuggled up next to him, laying her head on his chest as she had done earlier in the evening. While that had felt nice, this was a different sensation entirely, feeling her mostly bare chest against his own.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she whispered.
"What?" he asked.
"Aren't you forgetting to say something?"
"Oh yeah. Brit, I love you. And I'm not just saying that automatically this time. Good night."
"I love you too," she replied. "And I'm not saying it automatically either. Good night."
They both laughed, and then allowed themselves to drift off to sleep.
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