Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title:Sibbo Sexting


Summary:Sibs get naughty on their phones, and it may not stop there.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex







   I lay in bed staring at nothing.  My mind refused to slow down, one of
those godawful sleepless nights where every tiny mistake of the recent
past, and some from years ago, came back to niggle at me.  Why had I said
this, not done that, and screwed up that simple task so badly?  That sort
of intrusive, very unhelpful thinking.

   I would almost have accepted it, if in fact there had been a personal
fuckup worth fretting about.  There wasn't, though.  Just a series of minor
mishaps and overanalysations all working together to make me feel like the
dumbest dummy alive.

   My covers became suffocating, and for a time I leaped out of bed and
paced across the floor.  Stalked, really.  An angry, deliberate movement of
my legs as a traveled back and forth.  But the floor was too cold for my
bare feet, and I reluctantly returned to my warm bed.

   I sat with my back to the wall, cross legged, blanket pulled over my lap
as a concession to my poor chilled toes.  The wall was a bit cool through
my thin cami, but not so much as to be uncomfortable.  I wasn't ready to
lie back down and try to sleep again just yet.

   My phone was in my hand, having semi-unconsciously grabbed it before
giving up on stalking shadows.  I scrolled up and down my contacts list,
wanting to talk, knowing that no one else should be up at such an hour. 
Waking someone just to listen to my inconsequential problems wouldn't make
me feel any better.

   Unless...

   I pursed my lips and stared at my brother's name glaring back at me from
the small screen in my palm.  Asher was about the right mix of good to talk
to and not someone I'd be too upset about waking up.  Plus he'd always been
up till all hours in our teen years.  There was a chance.

   My hands shifted to a double grip on my phone, thumbs poised. 
Hesitation a moment longer, then a few swift touches.

   "Hey."

   Another hesitation, then a follow up.

   "You up?"

   I waited an excruciatingly long time, to the point I was certain I'd get
no response.  Though, in fact, when I did get a message back, the time
stamp suggested it had only been a couple minutes.

   "In a sense."

   My lips twitched in a brief facsimile of a smile.

   "Same."

   "Nightmares?  Need your valiant brother to scare the monsters off?"

   I snorted aloud.

   "You dick.  No, not monsters or dreams.  Haven't got as far as dreams
yet."

   "What is it then?"

   "You first."

   "Nuh uh.  I asked first."

   "Mine's stupid."

   "So?"

   "So I don't wanna say.  I just want a distraction for a while."

   "What kind?"

   "Dunno, really."

   "You don't make this easy, Vic."

   My lips quirked.  He was right.  I thought about what to say next, what
kind of distraction I could ask for, but Asher had already sent another
message.

   "Hang on a sec, I got something."

   I frowned, imagining what could possibly require me to 'hang on a sec.'
A moment later, a picture came through that kind of explained it.

   I giggled out loud at what he'd sent me.  Much like me, he was lying in
bed.  He'd managed to get a very good angle of his pouting face and part of
his bare chest, with his nipples and everything below strategically covered
by his sheet.  It was a very good imitation of the sort of thing an
attention seeking girl might post online.  It didn't have quite the same
enticing effect when coming from my little brother, though I supposed the
right sort of girl might think he looked good in spite of the goofy pose.

   "You doofus."

   "What, not sexy enough?"

   "Yeah.  That's the problem.  Not sexy enough."

   Another long moment passed.  I could feel something coming, something
that took the joke just a bit further.  And, sure enough, another pic came
through.  This time, Asher was biting a finger seductively, and nearly the
entirety of his chest made it into the shot.

   I shook my head and flicked a thumb across my screen to call him instead
of typing out a reply.  I hit speaker and set my phone down, taking the
chance to stretch out a bit before he answered.

   "That one was better, wasn't it?" he said without bothering with a
greeting.

   "Yeah, Ash, it was lovely."

   "Thought so.  Hang on, I had another idea for-"

   "I swear to god if I get a dick pic I'm kicking you in the balls next
time I see you."

   "Oh.  Nevermind then."

   I snorted.  "Ash, my darling brother, you need help."

   "Do not."

   "You sent me sexy pics to try and cheer me up."

   There was a pause.  "Well it worked, didn't it?"

   "Kinda, yeah.  But how 'bout next time you tell me a funny story or
something."

   "Don't have any funny stories off the top of my head."

   "I said 'or something.'"

   "Don't have any of that either."

   I rubbed my forehead in a mix of amusement and exasperation.  "Well no
more of that sort of thing anyway."

   "No?  Not even a little?"

   "No.  What if someone saw those pictures?"

   "Like who?"

   "Someone.  Anyone."

   "Enh."

   I sighed loud enough to make sure Asher could hear.  "What if I sent you
pics and someone saw, hm?  Sexy pics of your sister?"

   "Huh." Asher hummed thoughtfully.  "I dunno, really.  You better send me
a couple and I'll see how I feel about it then."

   I made a sound of mock outrage, though I couldn't help smiling.  I could
imagine the smirk on his face on the other side.  Little brat of a brother
he was sometimes.  I had to admit, though, he knew what he was doing when
it came to getting my mind off internal troubles.

   "As if," I said.  "You'd probably actually like that, wouldn't you?"

   "Of course not.  It'd just be for a test."

   "Yeah, test this," I grumbled under my breath.

   I quickly flicked to the camera setting and snapped a selfie of me,
middle finger stiffly upraised, front and center.  I heard the moment Asher
got it.  His chuckle was fully unrepentant.

   "You know I can see a bit of cleavage there," he said.  "Behind your
hand."

   "Good for you.  Stop staring at my tits."

   "How do I know you're not staring at my chest right now?  Hm?"

   "Why would I be doing that?"

   "I'unno.  Same reason I'm staring at-"

   "Don't even."

   "I was going to say the beautiful colour of nail polish you're wearing."

   I groaned, then chuckled softly.  "Ash, if I believed that, I'd be the
one needing help."

   "No seriously.  It's so lovely and soft and smooth..."

   "Yeah.  Ha ha.  You're doing that thing where you pretend to refer to
something innocuous, but could just as easily apply what you say to
something more perverse.  Hilarious."

   "I thought so."

   "You're just the worst sometimes."

   Again I could sense Asher's grin without seeing it.  "Vic?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Love you."

   "Yeah.  Love you too."

   "D'awww."

   "Only because it's contractual, mind you."

   "Fair enough." I made out a stifled yawn on his end.  "I'll take what I
can get."

   I glanced at the time on my phone and sighed to myself.  I was keeping
him up so late just because I couldn't sleep.  "No, really though.  Love
you, Ash."

   He made a kissy sound back.  I accepted it without comment this time. 
I'd let him have it.

   "I should let you go," I said.

   "Gonna get some sleep?"

   "Gonna try."

   "'K.  Night, Vic."

   "Yeah.  Good night, Ash.  Thanks for talking."

   "Anytime."

   I held onto my phone after hanging up.  I took another peek at the
pictures Asher had sent me.  They actually weren't half bad, in some ways.
My little brother had grown into his body more than I'd realized.  I
wondered when that had started.  We didn't see each other as much now that
we were both in our twenties.  It was harder to keep up on these things.

   I shrugged and set my phone aside.  Oh well.  I'd just have to make more
of an effort.  I needed more Asher in my life.  Goofiness and questionable
choices of selfies and all.

   ****

   It was the following weekend when I next saw my brother.  He came to
visit me at my apartment, in point of fact, and with no warning at all.  It
was both sweet and annoying of him.

   I was still in bed at the time, though not asleep.  Just dozing. 
Somewhere between sleep and consciousness, but not fully in either realm. I
heard voices from elsewhere in the apartment, but didn't pay them much
mind. Krista, my roommate, might have had someone over for all I knew.

   Asher's voice registered in my sleepy brain just before he entered my
room.  Without knocking or anything.  Rather uncouth, I thought.

   "Morning, Vic."

   "I'm sleeping," I mumbled without opening my eyes.

   "No you're not."

   "I'm sick!"

   "Nope."

   "I'm...  naked?"

   "You're lazy, is all.  Time to get up."

   "You're breaking and entering."

   "Krista let me in."

   "I don't wanna get up yet."

   "Now that one I believe.  However, I'm here now, and I'm not sitting
around all morning waiting for you to stagger out of bed."

   "It's early yet."

   "It's nearly eleven."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well...  I'm allowed to sleep in.  It's the weekend."

   Asher sighed.  "Sleeping in like this is why you can't maintain a
healthy sleeping pattern the rest of the week."

   "That was one time!"

   "One time recently.  That I know of."

   I grumbled and sat up, brushing my hair back into a slightly less
disorganized mess.  "What are you, a sleep therapist now?"

   "No.  Just working off my own experience and common sense."

   "I hate it when you act like you're the older sibling, you know that?"

   "And here I thought it'd make you feel young at heart again."

   I stuck my tongue out.  "M'still young.  Ish."

   "Glad to hear it.  Up you get.  We're going for brunch." Asher glanced
at his wrist, miming checking the time on a nonexistent watch.  "Or lunch
at this rate."

   "And who decided that?"

   "I did.  It'll be lovely family time."

   "Are you worried about me or something?"

   "A little."

   "Ugh.  You call someone in the middle of the night just once..."

   "And they take an interest and reach out," Asher continued in a
sympathetic tone.  "Horrible, I know."

   I could tell I wasn't winning.  I gave up and swung my feet out of bed.
"Fine.  I'll go to stupid brunch."

   "Huzzah!"

   "Let me change in peace, would you?"

   "What, you don't want me to watch?"

   I threw a pillow at Asher's head.  He dodged easily and scampered out of
the room, self-satisfied giggles echoing behind him as he shut the door.

   ****

   "Lovely morning, isn't it?" Asher said cheerfully as we walked to the
nearest available diner.

   "Lovely," I mumbled.

   I'd pulled my hair back in a messy ponytail and thrown on clothes that
were presentable without taking much effort.  I'd refused to put myself
together too much just for my helpful pain in the ass of a little brother
this morning.

   "I'm really fine," I said, despite not having been asked.

   "I know.  We can hang anyway, can't we?"

   "You came over this early in the morning-"

   "Not that early."

   "-with no warning just to hang?"

   "Yes.  Unless you actually were in need of rescue, in which case I might
have done that instead of brunch."

   "Rescue from what?"

   "Inner demons.  Or insomnia.  Or if you'd been replaced by a replicant
of some kind."

   I glanced sidelong at Asher.  "And how would you have helped with any of
those possibilities?"

   "Self-confidence and a plucky, can-do attitude."

   "Ah.  Good, then."

   We had a reasonable amount of space to ourselves in the diner.  It was
after breakfast and before lunch, so we'd hit a nearly perfect lull.

   Asher declined coffee, but I cradled a mugful and sipped gratefully at
it.  I still needed to wake up a bit, unlike my more alert brother.

   "You know I appreciate the support," I said, watching Asher over my mug.

   He flashed a smile.  "Good."

   "But I don't need rescuing."

   "Also good."

   "Just as long as we're clear."

   "Very clear.  So you're paying for brunch then?"

   "What?  Hell no!  If anything, you should be buying, dragging me out of
bed like that!"

   "You said-"

   "I said nothing about not accepting well-deserved recompense for
disturbing my weekend lounging."

   "Promise me you'll work on a better sleep schedule, and I will happily
buy you brunch."

   I glared at Asher.  "That sounds an awful lot like you trying to trick
me into being rescued."

   "Perish the thought."

   The arrival of our food interrupted my train of thought.  I was hungrier
than I'd realized, and I stuffed my face rather indelicately for a few
minutes before eventually attempting further conversation.

   "Tell me about you," I said in a blatant attempt at changing the
subject.

   Asher struck a pose, a faraway look in his eye.  "Well...  I was born in
a small town, the-"

   "Fuck off.  I meant what's been going on recently?  Stuff I don't
already know." I took another bite.  "And there was never any small town,"
I mumbled around the mouthful.

   "Oh, right.  That makes more sense." Asher considered, then shrugged. 
"Not much exciting, I'm afraid."

   "No?  No new girl?  Job?  Car?  Hobby?"

   "No, no, no, and no.  Respectively." He tilted his head.  "I finished a
short story last weekend.  I guess that's something."

   "Ah, see, there.  Your writing's going well.  That's the sort of thing
we should be catching up on."

   "I s'pose."

   "You making any money off that yet?"

   "I've told you.  It's for fun."

   "It can be both."

   Asher chewed on his lip.  "Maybe," he said thoughtfully.  "And yet,
maybe the one precludes the other, sooner or later."

   "Yeah, something's precluded."

   "That's not..." Asher stopped and sighed as he saw the grin on my lips.
I was finally awake sufficiently to properly enjoy teasing him back. 
"Yeah, ok."

   "Your face is precluded," I continued helpfully.

   "Yes, thanks.  You use 'precluded' incorrectly one more time and you
really are paying."

   I weighed my options.  "Your butt's precluded."

   ****

   I considered buying Asher's meal as being well worth it, in the end. 
Not just for the chance to be a bit of an ass, but more because I was
genuinely feeling pretty good.  It really was nice having a surprise visit
from him, once I'd warmed up enough to appreciate it.

   I threaded my arm through his shortly after leaving the diner.  He gave
me a questioning sidelong glance, but didn't protest walking arm in arm.

   What surprised me was how nice it actually felt.  It had been meant as a
whimsical gesture, a small sign off sibling affection.  Somehow it ended up
being more than that.

   Maybe I was just starved for intimacy.  It had been months since I'd had
anything like a boyfriend, and I couldn't remember the last time I would
have held hands or walked with arms around someone down the street.  It was
a small thing, perhaps, but meaningful in its own way.

   "It's probably just as well I don't have a boyfriend right now," I said
aloud.

   "Oh?"

   "You know.  So I don't have to explain why I'm walking around with
another boy.  Getting sexy texts from him.  That sort of thing."

   Asher snorted.  "Yeah, because if movies have taught us anything,
there's no way to take ten seconds and explain I'm your brother."

   I rolled my eyes.  "You know what I mean."

   "Kinda, I guess."

   "And besides, being close and hugging and stuff is one thing.  You
really did send me sexy pics."

   Asher chuckled and shook his head.  "In a sense, I suppose." He perked
up a bit and tilted his head toward me.  "So you liked them after all?"

   "Never said that."

   "You called them sexy just now."

   "Only because that's what you were going for."

   "No, I think you liked them."

   "Well..." I slipped a hand under my brother's jacket and patted his
tummy.  "You're better looking with no shirt on than you used to be.  I'll
give you that."

   Asher grinned crookedly.  "Knew it."

   "But of course, being my little brother and all, I can't actually think
any sort of pictures of you are sexy."

   "Sure you can."

   I shook my head decisively.  "Nope.  It's the law."

   "What if I really firmed up my abs and-"

   "Nuh uh."

   Asher sighed theatrically.  "Alas.  Doomed to mediocrity on a
technicality."

   "Let's call it somewhere between mediocre and sexy." I looked down at my
own tummy, now pleasantly full from brunch.  "You want real mediocrity..."

   "Hm?"

   I pulled my jacket up and poked a few bits that were a bit too soft for
my liking.  "This ain't winning any sexy contests."

   "Pff, whatever.  You could do some hella sexy pics if you wanted."

   "You mean if I get my tits out?"

   "No.  Well, yeah.  But that's not what I meant." Asher shrugged.  "In a
bra or something'd still work."

   "Maybe."

   "Definitely."

   "If I dropped a few pounds..."

   "Regardless."

   I pursed my lips.  "I can't tell if you're just trying to cheer me up,
or if you're really angling for topless shots of me."

   "Why can't it be both?"

   "It better not be." I tapped Asher lightly on the shoulder with my fist.
"Sister, remember?"

   "I know that."

   "Seemed like you forgot."

   "Nah.  Just...  it wouldn't stop pictures from being sexy just 'cause of
that."

   I arched an eyebrow.  "Really?"

   "Yeah.  Really.  Obviously I couldn't admit to it, though."

   "You're admitting to it right now.  As we speak."

   "Perhaps.  But then, that's only in theory.  You can't prove anything."

   "I don't need to, Ash.  This is about me knowing what kind of sicko
thoughts you got going on up there."

   "It's not sick to recognize sexiness when it's presented."

   I gave him the sort of look reserved for truly exasperating lack of
common sense, all to no effect.  "That's fucking incest, dude."

   "No it isn't."

   "Pretty sure it is."

   "You think looking at a girl's tits is the same as having sex?"

   "No.  That's not what I'm saying."

   "What you're saying is that looking at someone is the same as having sex
with them.  At least when accounting for incest.  Which I think is total
nonsense, just so you know."

   "Fine, fine.  I may have exaggerated the problem a bit."

   "I'll say."

   "But Ash?"

   "Yeah?"

   "You're taking a joke too far here.  You know that, right?"

   He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.  "I don't know
about that.  Some of it's not even jokes."

   "Better be jokes," I muttered.

   Even so, I let him hold me close as we finished our walk.  Inappropriate
jokes or no, there was a comfort in his embrace, and not just as a shield
against the breeze that had come up.

   Maybe I should have been more bothered by the direction our talks had
been going.  Toward incest.  That shouldn't have been a comfortable
subject. It was fine, though.  I maybe liked feeling a bit desirable with a
safe boy.  It wasn't like Asher and I would ever take it to extremes.  Just
joke around with it.  Flirt some.

   I glanced at my brother's face, but he wasn't watching me and his
expression was unreadable from my angle.  That was almost what we were
doing, I realized.  Flirting.  But, like, the 'just for fun' kind.  Not the
'leading to something else' kind.  It was fine.  And, I admitted privately,
he wasn't the worst choice for some very, very light sexy fun.  Very, very,
very light.  Weightless, even.  Nothing that counted.

   And yet...  I knew I didn't want anyone else ever finding out, which
suggested that we were, in fact, doing bad things.  Shameful things.  Or,
more optimistically, simply things that would be difficult or impossible to
explain.  Maybe that was all.  Not bad so much as tricky and nuanced. 
Yeah, that sounded better.

   ****

   Asher hung around for a while that afternoon.  We had a late lunch,
which took a while to make between the two of us in the kitchen.  We were
far more focused on teasing and hindering one another than on actually
producing food.  If brunch hadn't been so recent, it might have been a
different story.  As it was we weren't hungry enough to get cranky over it.

   Krista was around for a while too, which was fine.  She and Asher got
along well enough, and the three of us settled in for a movie, though we
talked more than we watched.  The only problem I had was upon returning
from a bathroom break and finding Krista had taken my seat neat to Asher.
The two of them had gotten too close too quickly for my liking.  I'd only
been a minute or two.

   I watched from the doorway without announcing myself, aware that I was
being a bit of a weirdo.  Who cared if my brother and roommate wanted to
flirt with each other?  Wasn't any of my business, really.

   Except I really, really didn't want them going out or anything.  Even
flirting.  Somehow, in my mind, that was our thing.  Me and Asher.  It was
a stupid, nonsensical thought.  It wasn't like he was never going to be
interested in girls again just because of me.  But...  not Krista.  That
would be too awkward.

   I took Krista's former seat, somewhat apart from her and Asher.  They
continued talking and giggling in low voices that I couldn't make out, and
I did my best to ignore them.

   Krista finally stood, much to my relief.  "Well, I best be going," she
said.  "Got plans in a little while."

   Asher grinned and stood as well.  "Good seeing you again anyway," he
said.

   They shook hands, and my petty internal self was pleased that it wasn't
a hug.  I scooted back into my seat next to Asher as soon as Krista had
gone off to her room.

   We were quiet a moment, and I noted Asher looking off the way Krista had
gone, then he leaned over and whispered to me.  "You didn't like her
getting so close, did you?"

   "I'm that transparent, am I?"

   "To someone who knows you, yes."

   I sighed.  "I mean, it's fine.  I dunno.  She's a great person and all.
Just...  promise me you'll never date her."

   Asher laughed, totally abandoning discretion.  "You think I'd do that to
you?" He gave me a playful shove that nearly toppled me off the couch,
though only because I hadn't been expecting it.  "She's your roommate, Vic.
I know better."

   "Do you?"

   "Yeah."

   "You seemed kinda into her."

   "Well...  in a sense.  Under the right circumstances maybe." He
shrugged. "But who knows if she'd even be interested."

   "Course she would.  If you asked."

   "Then I won't ask.  Problem solved." Asher thought a moment.  "You
really know she'd say yes?  You've talked about it?"

   "First of all, stop thinking about it.  Secondly...  no, I don't know. I
just suspect."

   "Ah.  You're jealous."

   "Am not!"

   "You are.  You're already trying to cut me off from other girls." He
shook his head ruefully and cupped his chest with both hands.  "I knew I
shouldn't have given you a full nipple shot the other night.  It was too
much."

   I shoved him in turn, fighting the smile on my lips.  "You ass.  You're
not gonna drop that, are you?"

   He looked at me seriously, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.  "I never
meant to seduce you, you know.  I would never-"

   "Ash?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Shut the hell up."

   He opened his mouth again, but Krista's returning footsteps silenced him
before he started.  Teasing or not, he knew better than to reveal our
recent little game to anyone.  He was smarter than that, despite the way he
acted sometimes.

   Krista came over and stood behind the couch for a few minutes, leaning
between Asher and me, but closer to him.  I clenched my jaw when she idly
ran her fingers through his hair.  Asher fought to repress a smile, which
only irritated me all the more.

   It wasn't fair of me, I knew.  Krista didn't know any better.  Didn't
know what I was feeling.  Even I didn't really know what I was feeling. 
Only that she better damn well leave my brother alone.

   "Be back later," Krista said as she finally turned to leave for real.

   "Bye," I called, layering false neutrality to my voice.

   Only after the front door had closed behind her did Asher turn to me
with bright eyes and a devilish smirk.

   "Well, she-"

   "Shut up," I said firmly.

   "Are you-"

   "I'm fine."

   "You sure?"

   "Positive."

   "Good."

   He turned back to the movie.  I squirmed silently in my seat for the
better part of a minute before deciding that no, in fact, I wasn't.

   "Why's she playing with your hair anyway?"

   "You may have been right.  She might like me."

   "You don't have to be so smug about it."

   "It's nice to be wanted."

   "Uh huh.  Right."

   I folded my arms and leaned away from Asher.  He put his arm around my
shoulder and pulled me back again.  I stayed in my pouting pose for a
couple minutes just to make a point before allowing his cuddling to relax
and unfurl me.

   "I still won't ask her out," he whispered.

   "You better not."

   "I promised, didn't I?"

   "You did.  And I'ma hold you to it."

   "Fair enough."

   I snuggled closer to my brother, secure under his sheltering arm.  In
the process, his hand dropped from my shoulder down to my tit.  My first
instinct was that I'd accidentally shifted him and he'd move his hand as
soon as he realized.  I almost immediately realized that was wrong, and
that he'd done it deliberately.

   I didn't even look at him for a moment.  Didn't acknowledge what he'd
done, what he was still doing.  When I dared to flick my eyes over to him,
he was staring straight ahead, not looking my way at all.

   It was entirely my right to reprimand him.  He was being bad.  Quite
brazenly so.  And yet I chose not to.  I turned back to the movie, let my
tense muscles relax, and settled my head on his shoulder.

   My hand dropped to his thigh, just below his crotch.  I didn't rub him
or try to get a feel or anything.  Just left it there, gently but firmly
planted in an almost naughty spot.

   Our sexy standoff lasted long enough that my mind drifted entirely away
from his hand on my tit.  It became a background sensation, unconcerning
and unworthy of further thought.  I'd become so oblivious to it that I
gasped softly in surprise when he squeezed my boob a little harder just
before releasing it and standing up.

   I looked up at Asher, a mix of emotions whirling in my mind, and no
doubt partly visible on my face.  He smiled down at me, then started
walking away.

   "Don't worry, Vic.  Just have to hit the bathroom.  I'm coming right
back."

   "Yeah you better," I grumbled low enough that he couldn't hear me.

   I took the opportunity for a break too.  Try and clear my head some, if
that was possible.  I grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped it open
before heading out to the back deck, such as it was.  There wasn't much
space out there, but it was just me, and it was outside in the fresh air.

   It was too cold to stay out for long.  I questioned whether I should
have grabbed a jacket or some boots or something, but that would have meant
more time and effort than the endeavour was worth.

   I gazed out at the limited view while sipping the beer in my hand. 
Things weren't complicated enough to warrant getting drunk.  Not yet.  But
I debated going harder at the alcohol and trying to get a bit of a buzz,
just to take the edge off.

   Asher was quicker than I'd hoped, but I'd pretty much known he would be.
I didn't turn as the back door opened behind me.

   "Found you," he said.  "My turn to hide."

   "Ha," I said, then, "ha," for good measure.

   "You ran off on me."

   "Yeah.  Just...  thinking." I held my beer up.  "If you want one,
they're in the fridge."

   "I might not.  I'm driving."

   "So soon?"

   "Hard to say.  Do you want me to go?"

   I turned around.  His expression was so damn hard to read.  It didn't
help that I was starting to shiver pretty badly.

   "Let's go in," I said.

   Asher nodded and led the way.  I hadn't realized just how cold I'd been
getting, and all of a sudden I needed to warm up again.  Stupid lack of
good decision making.

   "I don't want you to go," I said.  "But I'd like you to stop confusing
me so much."

   He smiled crookedly.  "No promises."

   "Yes promises."

   "No.  No promises."

   Asher stepped close, brushed my cheek with his thumb, then kissed me
delicately on the forehead.  My heart went crazy in my chest, pounding like
never before.  My tummy, in a similar vein, was all aflutter.

   "Jerk," I whispered.

   "Sorry."

   I took a long pull from my beer, then set it aside.  I slipped past my
brother's stupid, enticing, nearly enfolding stance and walked decisively
back to our movie.  My hips may have swung a little more than needed, but I
maintained that it wasn't on purpose.  It probably was though.

   Despite leading the way, I made Asher sit first, then occupied his lap
just as he'd gotten settled.  I curled up against him before he could say
anything about it.

   "It's not right, you know," I said.  "You being bigger than me."

   "Why not?"

   "You're s'posed to be my little brother."

   "Maybe I'm your big brother now?"

   "No.  Never.  Always my li'l bro." I punched his shoulder in the
lightest of taps.  "Not my fault you did it wrong and got so tall and
shit."

   "I've only got a an inch or two on you."

   "That's too many," I declared definitively.

   "Oh.  Sorry."

   I nodded, closing my eyes and settling in.  "As well you should be."

   ****

   I admitted to myself, once Asher was safely gone, that I'd probably
overreacted a bit to Krista getting close to him.  Luckily I hadn't done
anything I needed to apologize to her for, so I could simply drop it and
leave things be.  Still, though, she better damn well not make a move on
him.

   I went about my regular life the next few days, except that I caught
myself reminiscing and smiling goofily far too often for comfort.  Anyone
would think I had a new boy in my life or something.  It was, rather, the
oldest boy in my life, and it wasn't even like that anyway.

   Or maybe it was.  It certainly was if the texts Asher and I sent back
and forth were judged.  They'd been flirtier of late, to a dangerous
degree. I recognized it, but didn't stop.  It was fine as long as it stayed
flirty and went no further.

   Probably.

   Whatever the case, it made me smile a little every time I got a text and
saw it was from my brother.  Even when I got one pretty late at night one
time.  Or maybe especially that occasion.

   "You still up?" he'd written.

   I was, in fact, just settling in to go to sleep, but I didn't mind
staying up a bit longer for Asher.

   "Maybe," I wrote back.

   "Just wondering.  I'm feeling some mild insomnia tonight."

   "Oh good.  It's not just me who gets that."

   "Seems not.  What you up to?"

   "Just lying in bed.  You know.  Since it's nighttime and all."

   "Am I keeping you up?"

   "Kinda.  Better make it worth my while."

   I bit my lip and waited to see if he was in that kind of mood.  I
shouldn't really encourage him, I supposed, but what the hell.

   "Scintillating conversation with your favourite brother isn't enough?"

   "Show me some scintillation and we'll see."

   "Ha, ok, you got me.  Not in a very scintillating mood."

   I frowned.  "You ok?"

   "Yeah.  Fine.  Just a weird mood, is all."

   "You sure?"

   "Very.  What you wearing?"

   I rolled my eyes at the blatant subject change.  Still, it was what I'd
been waiting for, more or less.  What I'd expected.  What I'd been hoping
for, even, bad as that was.

   "Who says I'm wearing anything?"

   "Ha, no way.  You don't sleep naked.  And you wouldn't tell me if you
did."

   I pouted at his response, though of course my expression didn't
accomplish much of anything.

   "Guess you'll never know."

   "No, I know."

   "Do not."

   "Do too."

   "Do not!"

   "Yeah?  Prove it then."

   I snorted at the request.  I'd halfway expected something like it,
perhaps had even goaded him into asking for it.  But I definitely wasn't
sending my brother nudie pics.

   "You wish."

   "Is that a no?"

   "Of course."

   "You wuss."

   "I'm not a wuss because I don't want you seeing me naked.  Jerk."

   "A tease then?"

   "Still your sister, dude."

   "You can be both."

   I chewed my lip thoughtfully as I stared at my phone.  I still couldn't
send Asher a sexy pic.  That hadn't changed.  But I was really starting to
wonder how much of his asking was teasing and silliness, and how much was
real.  Would he actually want to see me naked?  Probably not.  Maybe not.
But he could probably enjoy the thought of it without actually wanting it.
Or...  something.  Something that made sense.

   The even more confusing thing was I kind of liked the idea of him really
wanting it.  To see me unclothed.  Not that either of us would really,
truly go so far as that, but the nebulous concept of it...

   I made a decision, though recognized that I wasn't entirely sure how to
pull it off yet.  That was fine.  I had time.

   My pyjamas came off since I hadn't, in fact, been naked already.  Asher
knew me too well.  I felt a little surge of excitement in my tummy as my
panties came off, in spite of it not really being terribly naughty as yet.
It was the knowledge of what I was planning that made my nudity thrilling.

   It was all a question of how to get just the right shot.  Something
alluring and provocative, something that demonstrated that I was following
through on our little game, but without actually showing anything that I
shouldn't be.  Quite a conundrum for me.

   Some girls could probably imagine suitable poses as soon as the desire
came to mind.  I wasn't one of them.  I tried many an angle, phone held all
around me as I posed in different ways, tried to cover myself with a sheet
as Asher had done, and even went for a full frontal while covering myself
with my arm.  None of it was what I wanted, either for being too sexy, or
not sexy enough, or even kind of the right amount of sexy, but in a weird
way that I didn't like.

   I finally landed on a shot that might kind of work for me.  I lay on my
tummy, propped up on my arms somewhat so that my boobs pressed into the bed
and only showed some cleavage.  My butt was very exposed, but I had the
option of not showing it in the picture if I chose.  But then, if I hid my
lower half, it wouldn't really do the job.  It wouldn't prove I was naked.

   Which was a silly thing to have to prove anyway.  It wasn't like I
couldn't be naked anytime I wanted.  Asher knew that.  And given how much
time I'd spent setting this up, I was hardly proving anything about what I
had or hadn't been wearing previously.

   But it wasn't about that.  It was the game we were playing.  Our
naughty, flirtatious little back and forth.  Between me and my brother. 
God we were bad.

   I bit my lip and felt my tummy flutter as I chose an angle that showed
off my butt, though only in the background, and not making it a focus of
the shot.  Asher would focus on it though.  I knew he would.  And still...

   I snapped the pic before I could chicken out.  Then had to rush to send
it off to Asher before my brain caught up to what I was doing.  As soon as
it was sent, I dropped my phone and closed my eyes.  This was so bad.  What
was I doing?

   My heart beat loudly in my chest as I waited, then seemed to skip as the
sound of a new text startled me.  I scrambled to open it, hardly daring to
read Asher's response, but knowing I'd die of curiousity if I didn't.

   The first text was a simple, "Holy shit!" that made me giggle and let
some of my accumulated tension out.

   "That's super hot, dude."

   I smiled widely.  "Still your sister, remember?"

   "You can be both."

   "So...  you believe me now?"

   "Hell yeah I do.  I can see your butt and everything."

   I felt a warm flush, mainly in my face.  "Well don't stare too hard."

   "Too late."

   I rolled over, still naked and fluttery, and curled up with my phone. 
"I shouldn't have sent you that."

   "I disagree."

   "You should delete it.  Now that you've seen the proof and all."

   "Don't think so.  Might make it my background or something."

   "Don't you dare!  If anyone else sees that I will murder you to death!"

   "Fair enough.  I'm still keeping it though."

   I squeezed my thighs together, fighting an absurd urge to let the
situation turn me on.  Not that it seemed I had much choice.  Hearing
Asher's alleged fondness for the naked picture of me was doing funny things
to my various inside bits, naughty or otherwise.

   My phone rang.  It was Asher, apparently having tired of texting.

   "Hey there," I said as I answered.

   "Hey, Vic."

   "Thumbs get tired?"

   "Not exactly."

   "No?  What, then?"

   "You probably don't want to know."

   "I don't?  Why wouldn't I..." I stopped, mind racing ahead to the most
likely reason my brother wouldn't want to keep both hands on his phone.  It
probably wasn't that, I told myself, and yet...  "Please tell me you're
not."

   "I'm not."

   "Really?"

   "Really.  Buuuttt I mighta been, like, toying a bit."

   "Ew!  Ash!"

   "Just a bit."

   "Don't jerk off to my picture, Ash.  Seriously."

   "I'm not.  I told you I'm not."

   "You're not being very clear about that, actually."

   Asher sighed.  "Ok, like, have you ever been turned on, but not
masturbated?"

   "Um, duh."

   "But you, like, want a little contact.  Want to press, or rub, or get a
little vibration or something?"

   "That's masturbating."

   "No, no.  Not full playing.  Just toying.  Teasing."

   "Still masturbating."

   "Really?  You're telling me you've never done anything like that?"

   I hesitated, thinking about the feeling between my legs even now, how
nice it felt squeezing my thighs together, how I wanted to let my hand
stray.  Other times, times I'd been kind of horny in public, or around
other people, and had done some of the things Asher had suggested.  A
little pressure, some discreet squeezing or rubbing.

   "Maybe I have," I admitted.

   "Yeah.  Thought so."

   "Not to pictures of you though."

   "I never sent you anything like what you sent me."

   I flushed and clenched my thighs again.  "Don't make me regret it."

   "I don't want you to regret it.  It's hot.  That's all."

   I bit my lip hard enough to hurt, then went ahead with my next question.
"Do you want to jerk off?"

   Asher was slow to respond.  "Is that a real question, or a trap?"

   "It's real," I said softly.

   I put my phone on speaker and set it next to my head.  One of my hands
crept down to my chest, a lone finger dancing over my nipple.  I didn't let
myself go any further south than that.  Not yet.

   "Yeah.  I do," he said.  "Are you still naked?"

   My heart beat faster.  "I am.  Are you?"

   "I could be."

   "You should be."

   There a pause, some indeterminate sounds from his end, then, "I am now."

   "Are you jerking off?"

   "Not yet."

   My hand dipped lower, but halted mid-tummy, not quite crossing the
border.  "Are you still looking at my picture?"

   "Maybe."

   "Ash!"

   "I am, yes."

   I took a deep, ragged breath and slipped my hand the rest of the way to
my pussy.  It was wet and ready for me.  It took serious restraint just to
run my fingers up and down at first, neither penetrating, nor going for my
clit.

   "I'm touching myself," I said quietly, wondering if I'd spoken loud
enough for him to hear.

   "Me too," he said almost immediately, answering the question.

   "Thinking about me?  Looking at me naked?"

   "Yes.  You?"

   I smiled crookedly to myself.  "Just imagining.  I don't have anything
to look at."

   "Do you want something?"

   I regretfully shook my head.  "That would be bad."

   "Isn't it already?"

   "I didn't send you anything too explicit.  Not really."

   "Well-"

   "It's not!"

   "Maybe not.  Still very sexy."

   My pulse quickened.  My finger pressed deeper, just a little.  "Tell me
how sexy," I said huskily.

   "Dude, you're my sister and all, but you don't want to know the things
this picture makes me think.  Or...  knowing you're lying there...  being
as bad as I am..."

   "Tell me."

   "Vic..."

   "Tell me!" I urged.

   "I want a closer look at your butt."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah.  It's just a tease what you sent me."

   "That was the point.  What else?"

   "You're my sister."

   I smiled.  The tables had turned, in a sense.  I'd pushed him beyond his
comfort zone now.  I liked how it felt.

   "I am.  And your big sis wants to know, Ash," I said in a voice that was
calmer and more deliberate than any of the rest of me.  "She wants to know
what you're thinking in that dirty little mind of yours."

   "I want...  I want more pictures, Vic.  That's what I want."

   I pressed my palm firmly against my clit, trying to head off some of the
uncontrolled electricity running through me.  "More naked pics of me?" I
rasped.

   "I...  yes.  Would you?"

   I was too far gone to think it through.  I thumbed over to my camera and
very awkwardly tried to find a good angle without letting go of my pussy.
Having my hand there wasn't a bad thing, since it meant it was hidden from
my brother.  I didn't want him to see everything.

   Other than my covered pussy, I snapped a full frontal shot that didn't
hide hardly anything.  I only hesitated a second or two before sending it
off.  I heard a satisfying groan from Asher once he received it.

   "Goddamn..."

   "Something like that?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  Hell yeah."

   "You like it?"

   "So hot."

   I could hear a low noise beyond my brother's heavy, stilted breathing
that I assumed must be the sound of my jerking off.  His hand working his
cock, probably slick with precum.  All while he was looking at me.  Almost
the entirety of my naked body.  And here I was fingering my pussy in
response, encouraging him and getting off on it.

   "Are you gonna cum while looking at me?" I asked softly.

   Asher made a strangled, aroused grunt.  "Yes."

   "Soon?"

   "Yes."

   I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and rubbed my clit just the way I liked
when I was this turned on.  "Then cum for me Ash.  I want you to."

   "Fuuuccckkk."

   "Do it," I hissed.  "Cum for me, little brother.  Cum all over yourself
while perving on your naked big sis."

   Asher was too far gone even to form coherent words anymore.  I listened
to his gasping, moaning, and grunting, furiously playing with myself as I
waited for the final moment.  He eventually gave one last long moan that
turned into a sigh, then went quiet.

   "Did you do it?"

   "Mmhm."

   "While looking at me?"

   "Yes." Asher chuckled lazily.  "Made a mess too."

   "Where?"

   "All over myself.  Mostly my stomach.  Some on my hand and dick.  And my
chest.  Almost hit my chin, actually."

   I bit my hip so hard it hurt.  I fingered myself deeper, pressed harder
on my clit, but couldn't find quite what I needed.

   "Show me," I said breathlessly.

   "Really?"

   "Yes." I waited, but heard nothing.  "Please?"

   "Vic..."

   "Please, Ash?"

   I waited agonizing seconds.  In my advanced state of arousal and need,
it felt like minutes, or indeed an eternity.

   Then that glorious alert on my phone.  A picture from my brother.  My
eyes widened, my lips parted, and I rubbed my clit intensely, pushing that
last little way as I stared at the much needed final impetus.

   It was my brother's top half only, which was probably a good choice. 
His tummy was, as he'd claimed, splattered with cum.  So were the fingers
of his hand that made it into the shot.  The cum he'd produced for me. 
Staring at my image, listening to my voice.  All for me.

   I came harder than I ever had from fingers alone.  My whole body wanted
to contract and pulse, and massive thrills ran through me, exploding out
from their origin of my fiery little clit.  I shuddered and writhed and
moaned, and may have even whispered Ash's name, though I wasn't sure if it
was aloud or not.

   There was silence between the both of us for a moment after.  Time to
calm down, to reflect, to take in the enormity of what we'd done.  I,
personally, felt too satisfied and relaxed to be hard on either of us.  I
wasn't sure what I'd think later, nor indeed what Asher thought now.

   "You came?"

   I giggled maniacally.  "Yes, Ash.  Thank you."

   "You're welcome.  I think."

   "Mmhm.  Are you..." I rolled on my side, taking a moment to choose my
words.  "How do you feel?"

   "I just jerked off to you."

   "Yes."

   "Should I feel guilty?"

   "Probably."

   "Do you?"

   I considered.  "Not yet."

   "No.  Good.  Me either."

   I nodded.  "Good," I echoed.

   A pause.

   "We should talk about this," Asher said.

   "Now?"

   "No.  Later.  Sometime."

   "You're probably right." I smiled, slow and soft and sly.  "That was
fun, Ash.  We shouldn't have done it, but I don't regret anything."

   "Yeah.  Good.  I'll talk to you soon, ok?"

   "Ok."

   "Love you, Vic."

   "Love you too.  Night."

   We hung up.  I lay right where I was, slowly sprawling out to take up
all the space on my bed, luxuriating in the afterglow and the privacy to
enjoy it.  I didn't know what I'd say when we talked again.  It didn't
matter.  We'd figure it out.

   ****

   As it turned out, we didn't talk about it for a while.  It seemed easier
not to, from my perspective.  Asher felt similarly I assumed, since he
didn't bring it up either.

   What happened instead was far more naughtiness, in particular with
sending pics to one another.  It was fun and risky, thrilling in a new and
novel way.  I quickly got in the habit of snapping selfies while in bed, or
fresh out of the shower, or while halfway through changing.  That agonizing
but delightful wait for a return comment or sexy pic from Asher kept me
revved up and horny far more often and at greater intensities than I was
used to.

   I found myself masturbating in bed nearly every night before going to
sleep, usually to pictures Asher had sent, or sometimes a particularly
lascivious text or sentiment he'd expressed.  The best, though, were the
nights where we talked and got dirty and got each other off.  I got so wet
hearing what he was thinking, what he'd do, imagining what might happen if
he were around...

   But he wasn't around, and for a time I believed that might keep us safe.
We'd crossed some lines, sure, but it was all separated by our phones, and
by the invisible signals between them.  We weren't actually being bad,
incestuous sibbos.  Not really.  Our minds may have gone there, but not our
bodies.  Maybe that made it ok.  Maybe that kept it from being a total
disaster.

   Except we didn't stay apart forever.  Of course we didn't.  We had to
acknowledge what we were doing sooner or later, deal with the consequences.

   Dad's birthday arrived, and with it the chance I'd been craving and
dreading at the same time.  Asher and me together, even if it was around
other people.

   Lots of our parents' friends were at the house that evening.  And Asher.
He got there before me, had a drink in his hand, making charming small talk
with a group twice his age or more.  I caught his eye as soon as I walked
in.  I met it, smiled enticingly, and kept walking.

   I couldn't go right for him.  Not now.  Not that anyone would know what
it meant, but we had to be careful even still.

   Dad was first.  An innocent, winsome smile, a big hug from his baby
girl, a declaration that he was the bestest dad ever.  I meant it all, and
it was part of the dance.  Two birds, one stone.

   Asher and I circled, sipping drinks, making conversation, being the
perfect children at the party full of people we only knew through our
parents.  That made it easier, I decided.  There was hardly anyone there I
was excited to see, or with whom I truly wanted to catch up.

   It was too cold to go stand outside and stare wistfully up at the stars
as they came out.  I made do with a window in a quiet part of the house.  I
held my drink, stood almost perfectly still, and allowed Asher to sneak up
behind me.

   "We've got to stop meeting like this," he said.

   "At our parents' house?"

   "...  yes."

   Asher took another step to stand beside me.  I glanced at him from the
corner of my eye, but didn't fully turn toward him yet.

   "People will talk," I said.

   "We'll have to run away together."

   "Ugh.  I'm too old for that."

   "Old?"

   "For that sort of teenage drama." I turned my head, meeting his gaze
full on.  "But honestly, Ash, we do need to be careful."

   "I know."

   "Joking aside."

   "Yeah.  I know.  Trust me." He ran a hand through his hair.  "I really,
honestly am aware."

   "But here we are," I said softly.

   Asher nodded.  "Here we are," he echoed.  We stared at each other for a
moment.  "I suppose kissing you is out," he said.

   My heartbeat shot up, but I reined my reactions in otherwise.  "Bad
brother," I said mildly, as though I hadn't been thinking the same thing.
"Of course it's out."

   "Thought so." He reached over to fix my hair this time, just some
delicate adjustment.  It was still more contact than I could safely handle.
"I shouldn't even want to."

   "And yet you asked."

   "Sort of, yes.  Just checking."

   "How did we get here?"

   "Well...  I drove, and you-"

   "Ash, don't."

   He shut up for a moment, then, "I have no idea, Vic.  I really don't. 
It was meant to be a joke, you know?"

   "I know."

   "And it got out of hand.  And I started thinking...  you know, like,
what if it wasn't all a joke?"

   "As was the case, it seems."

   He nodded.  "As it was."

   "Doesn't seem like it ever should have happened, then.  You never should
have stopped being my little brother."

   "I still am."

   "You are.  But you're something else too." I straightened his hair out
for him in return, just to get back at him in some small way.  It annoyed
me that I had to reach just that little bit farther than he did.  "There
was a time that never would have happened.  I don't know when that changed.
When you...  grew up."

   "When I got hot, you mean?"

   I matched his crooked smile.  "I never said that."

   "You were thinking it."

   "Cocky, much?"

   His smiled faded slightly, and he bit his lip.  "It was earlier for me,
I think."

   "It was?"

   "Not when I started thinking about you differently.  But when I could
have."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah.  I got to watch you change.  Back when we lived together.  You
grew up faster.  You got...  hot."

   I flushed.  "Perv."

   "No, I told you, I didn't think that way then.  I noticed, but you were
purely my sister.  You were beautiful and cool and older and everything,
but-"

   "Flatterer."

   "-I never would have tried anything.  Never would have thought of trying
anything."

   I stepped close enough to whisper in his ear.  "So you never, ever
thought about me with no clothes on back then?" My eyes were firmly locked
on, gauging his expression as I stepped back again.  He'd gone even redder
than I felt.

   "Once or twice," he mumbled.

   "Ash!"

   "Just 'cause that's what I did!  I thought about every girl with no
clothes on sometimes.  It's just what happened."

   "And you've been waiting all this time for-"

   "Vic, please, it really isn't like that."

   I felt bad, suddenly.  I knew it wasn't Asher's fault.  So what if he'd
jerked off to me well before whatever this current thing was?  That was the
sort of thing boys did at that age.  They were horny little messes.  Moreso
even than Asher and I were now, and it wasn't like either of us were
controlling ourselves overly well even with those extra years of wisdom and
experience.

   "As long as you haven't been pining away all these years," I said,
relenting.

   "Promise."

   "You really think I'm beautiful?"

   Asher smiled shyly, dipping his head and only peeking at me from the
tops of his eyes.  "Have for a long time now.  Never thought it meant
anything."

   "It shouldn't have.  I never thought about you that way."

   "Of course not.  I was younger.  It's all..." Asher flipped his hands
around in sloppy circles.  "You know.  Different.  The way older and
younger siblings see each other."

   "So if you'd been older..."

   "I mean, not saying it would have reversed things, but...  yeah, it
would have altered them."

   "Uh huh.  That's quite a theory."

   He shrugged.  "It's all I got right now."

   "Maybe you're just a perv who wants to get in his sister's pants."

   "Maybe.  But in that case, dear sister, what does that make you?"

   "That's-"

   "A perv who wants to get into her brother's pants?"

   I rolled my eyes at Asher's smug grin.  It had very little effect on
him.

   Before I could say anything else, we were disturbed by approaching
voices.  That wasn't technically a problem, since we weren't doing anything
incriminating.  Not as long as we didn't carry on with our conversation.

   My flight response triggered regardless.  I felt guilty in my parents'
house, and therefore I might be about to get in trouble.  So went the
well-conditioned logic in my brain.  I grabbed Asher's arm and dragged him
away upstairs before we could be spotted.  He didn't protest, though he did
seem amused.

   "You know we're allowed to talk to each other," he said.  "In public,
even."

   "Yes, I know, smartass."

   "So why are we bravely fleeing?"

   "Because...  because shut up.  That's why."

   "Oh.  Of course."

   I felt safer upstairs.  Alone.  Just me and Asher.  No one to find us,
to overhear, to stumble upon us at an inopportune moment.

   It was, too, the place of my childhood, which helped.  The whole house
was, really, but upstairs was a safe place in a different way.  Where Asher
and I had our rooms, away from where Mom and Dad had spent most of their
time.  Away from their authority just that little bit extra.  Not that my
room was there to seek refuge in anymore.

   "Still can't believe Mom turned it into a sewing room," I muttered as we
passed my old room at a slower pace.

   "You weren't using it," Asher said with an amused grin.

   "Uh huh.  Yeah.  You've still got your room though, haven't you?"

   Asher shrugged.  "Guess I'm the favourite after all."

   "Not hardly.  Maybe they just think you'll be the one who has to move
back in with mommy and daddy."

   Asher laughed, undermining my attempted jab, and after a moment I
giggled along with him.  We entered his old room, closing the door behind
us.

   I knew Asher's room well enough from the olden days, though it had never
been a place I'd spent much time.  It wasn't home in the same way that
other places in the house were.  It was to Asher, I assumed.  The same way
my room would have been to me, had it not been callously dismantled.

   I glided lightly around the room, observing my brother's childhood as it
had been preserved here.  He stood toward the middle and just watched me.

   "Well," I said.  "You finally got a girl in here."

   "I've had a girl here before."

   "Other than me?"

   "Yes."

   "Or Mom?"

   "Yes, Vic.  An actual real girl.  With makeouts and everything."

   "Really?  Who?"

   He hesitated, then, "Brianna."

   "From down the street?"

   "Yeah."

   "Ooh.  How did I not know about that?"

   "You were busy with other stuff, I'm sure.  She came around sometimes
when you were here."

   A few old, shelved memories jogged loose.  "I kinda remember that,
actually, now that you say it.  I guess it never clicked that you two
were...  together."

   "I'm not sure if we were."

   "You said you made out."

   "Sure.  But that's about as far as it ever got.  And it was never clear
if we were going out, or just hanging, or...  what.  You know?"

   I nodded sympathetically.  "Young love.  How the fuck does it even
work?"

   "Pretty much that."

   I tossed my hair flippantly.  "Guess it's not special having me in here
then.  May as well not have bothered."

   Asher smiled crookedly.  "You've been in here before.  Not like it's the
first time."

   "Technically it isn't," I conceded.  "But..."

   I let the word linger.  I felt like saying anything more than that might
jinx it.  When I'd been in his room before, it had always been as a sister.
Exclusively.  None of this flirty, messy, sexy little dance going on.

   I wondered if it was anything like Asher's misadventures with Brianna.
Maybe that was his type.  Nebulous and uncertain, teasing and difficult.

   "I like having you in here," Asher said softly.

   "Do you?"

   "Yes."

   "Why's that?"

   "Same reason younger me would have been thrilled with having girls up
here.  And in fact was thrilled with Brianna, while that was happening. 
Whatever it was."

   "Shouldn't keep bringing her up," I said airily.  "You're liable to
upset me."

   "Insecure, are we?"

   "Hardly.  But dwelling on exes doesn't get a lady excited the way you
might think."

   "You're a lady now, huh?"

   I shrugged.  "Can be if I want."

   He shook his head.  "You're just my sister.  You can't be a lady too."

   "Says who?"

   "Me."

   "Guess it's official then." I walked close to him on the way to the
door. "Just your sister.  And here I thought there might be something
else."

   He grabbed my wrist.  I'd made it easy for him, stepping so close,
leaving my arm casually out from my body.  I let him stop me, waited to see
what he'd do.

   "That's not what I meant," Asher said.  He pulled me back to him.  "I'm
delighted to have you in my room."

   "Are you indeed?"

   Asher pushed me.  My legs caught on the side of the bed, and I went
sprawling across it.  Just as he'd wanted.  I squealed on my way down,
transitioning to a nervous giggle as I bounced and settled.

   He was right behind me, but slower and far more controlled.  He crawled
carefully atop me, hands and knees to either side of my body.  My breath
caught as he got nearer and nearer.

   "I am," he confirmed.

   I closed my eyes just before Asher's lips met mine.  Our first kiss, in
his old bedroom, while our parents and their friends were milling about
downstairs.  Hella good decision making on our part all round.

   And yet, as I'd known I would, I absolutely loved it.  I could have
melted underneath my brother, feeling him overtop, gently pressing against
me in a few strategic places.  His lips melded to mine, his tongue just
barely exploring in my direction.

   I felt for all the world like a girl he'd snuck home and brought
upstairs.  A girl he was hiding from Mom and Dad for now, fooling around
with, not sure where any of it was going but very much enjoying the
process. And in some ways, that was almost exactly what I was.  And in
other ways, too, I was his big sister, and shouldn't have allowed myself to
get into this kind of position.  Not in a million years.

   My hands pressed against Asher, not to push him away, but just to feel
him.  They ran across his chest, over his shoulders, his neck, and into the
fringes of his hair.  They looped around him, eventually, and pulled him
closer, eliminating the slight gap he'd been maintaining so as not to lie
directly on me.  I didn't want that consideration.  His weight didn't
bother me.  It was a warm, comforting pressure on me while we made out.  It
did, however, lead me to wanting more.

   He was hard, or very much getting there.  The feel of it sent tingles
all the right places.  I was horny anyway, but to feel how excited my baby
bro was for me turned everything up another notch or two.

   It was hard to say how far we would have gone if left to our own
devices. I didn't think we would have fucked.  Certainly some other stuff
was on the table, and I wasn't sure I could have said no to sex if Asher
really wanted it.  It was all made irrelevant by a creak out in the
hallway.

   We'd been trained back in our younger years.  We listened for certain
small noises whether we were aware of doing so or not.  A parent
approaching without being detected could easily mean getting in trouble or
being embarrassed.  Getting caught making out meant both, taken right up to
eleven.

   My ninja-like not-getting-in-trouble reflexes took over.  I levered
Asher off me and onto the floor with an audible thud, knocking the wind out
of him.  I timed my follow-up leap for just as the door opened.  I was
midair when Mom caught sight of us, and pinning Asher down a moment later.

   Our red faces and being slightly out of breath would be explained away,
I hoped, if she thought we were wrestling and goofing around.  I couldn't
have explained why we were playing like children at a much more grown up
party, but luckily I didn't have to.  Parents learn instincts and reactions
in much the same way kids do, only from a different perspective.

   "And just when I think you two have grown beyond things like this," Mom
sighed as she looked down at the two of us.

   "Uh...  like what?" Asher asked, as though he weren't currently on his
back with his wrists held to the floor by his physically smaller big
sister.

   Mom nodded toward the stairs.  "Come on, it's cake time.  We didn't know
where you'd gone."

   I got off Asher and gave him a hand up.  "Just reminiscing."

   "A little too violently for your age, perhaps," Mom chastised lightly.

   "Perhaps," I agreed.  "But someone needs to be reminded who's in
charge."

   I tried to noogie Asher, and he calmly put a hand on my face and pushed
me back.  I made an indignant noise, yanked at his arm, and tried to close
the distance to engage in some more family-friendly brawling.

   Mom clicked her tongue.  "Children!  Behave."

   "Yes, Mom," Asher and I chorused.  We exchanged glances and smiled. 
Just like the good old days.  Except for the whole making out thing.  But
we'd gotten away with it, so it was all good.

   ****

   Asher and I were good the rest of the evening.  More or less.  The
moment was over, and we didn't dare sneak off again by ourselves.

   We did, at least, get a moment together when we returned to our cars. 
We'd parked along the street, as had most everyone else.  There were
streetlights, but not directly over my car, which gave a sense of false
intimacy for the two of us.  Asher had tagged along, walking me to the
driver side door where I stopped and fiddled with my keys rather than just
getting in and driving away.

   "You know," Asher said in the low dark we stood in, "every time we're
bad, it makes it that much harder to pull back."

   "Pull back from what?" I asked unnecessarily.

   "From you.  From us."

   I bit my lip, heart beating faster.  "We were very bad tonight."

   "We were."

   "And I don't want to stop."

   "Me either."

   "So...  what do we do?"

   Asher put a hand on my shoulder, slowly sliding it up to my cheek.  I
accepted his kiss, even reaching around his neck to pull him down a little
more.  I once again hated that he'd grown taller than me, even as I enjoyed
the thrill of kissing him outside our parents' house while other cars were
still starting up and driving away.

   "Don't," I said.  "This isn't a good place."

   "It's dark.  It's-"

   I was already kissing him again, cutting off his excuses.  I didn't need
much of an excuse for more.

   "Ash?"

   "Yeah?"

   "You should follow me home."

   "To your place?"

   "Yes."

   "Isn't Krista there?"

   "Fuck Krista."

   "Well ok, but-"

   "Not like that.  You know what I mean."

   I sensed his smile more than I could see it, the way his face was all
shadowed.  "I should make sure you get back ok.  What with all that
drinking."

   I'd had half a drink over the course of several hours.  I was pretty
sure he knew it too.

   "I might need help getting to bed too."

   "Might you, indeed?"

   "I might."

   Slowly, deliberately, I turned away from him, got in my car, and turned
the key in the ignition.  I waited, watching in my mirror until Asher's
headlights came on, then pulled smoothly out into the otherwise deserted
road.

   Asher followed me all the way back to my place, as I'd known he would. I
kept an overly close eye on him in my rearview mirror just to be sure.  I
again waited for him once I'd parked, only heading inside when I had my
brother firmly in tow.

   It was a hell of a way to bring a boy home.  Not only picking someone up
at a family event, but actually a close member of said family.  I smiled to
myself at the thought of it.  At just how fucked up it all was.  That of
all the boys I could be dragging off to my room, my baby bro was my first
choice.  My all grown up, pain in the ass little brother.

   I was very glad not to run into Krista as I snuck Asher to my room.  I
didn't want to try explaining that.  Not when I was so confident he
wouldn't be leaving for a while, and maybe not until the next morning.

   My heart gave an extra little flutter at the thought of Asher spending
the night.  I mean, the plan was already to get him into bed and do... 
things.  But somehow the idea of having a sleepover made it all the more
real to me, and all the more naughty.

   I ignored my trembling fingers and efficiently herded Asher into my
room, breathing a sigh of relief as I closed and locked the door behind us.
Nothing was stopping us now.

   "Well, now you got me in your room," Asher said.  "Which is probably
better than trying to hook up in my old room."

   "Probably," I agreed.

   "I guess if we really wanted to do the whole set we'd have to hit my
place after."

   "Yeah, that's not happening."

   "Just saying-"

   I cut Asher off by pushing him unceremoniously onto my bed.  I followed
swiftly after him.  There would be another comment coming if I didn't
maintain the offensive.  I shut him up decisively with a firm kiss even as
I planted myself atop him.

   Everything felt easier once we'd gotten back to making out.  The lead up
to it left too many questions and uncertainties bouncing around in my head.
Excitement, yes, but lots of anxiety too.  Locking lips with my brother,
feeling his enthusiastic response, made things so much clearer and more
manageable.

   Our makeout progressed uninterrupted, becoming more intense at its own
leisurely rate.  Asher or I started to talk every now and then, but were
silenced by the other pulling back in for more kissy times.

   I eventually collapsed to the point of lying fully along Asher, our
bodies pressed deliciously together.  His increasing hardness was fully
apparent to me, getting me all horny in turn.  I loved feeling his cock
straining in his pants, rubbing back and forth on it, grinding against his
erection.

   My panties were getting soaked in response.  My nipples hard and
sensitive.  Asher's hands roaming my back, grabbing my butt, tangling in my
hair, all driving me crazy.  I was turning into a mess of instinct and
arousal, totally at peace with our incestuous makeout so long as it kept me
worked up the way it had been.

   "Goddamn, Vic," Asher whispered huskily in my ear.  His breath was so
warm on my skin.  "You don't know how good you feel."

   "I absolutely do," I countered.

   I kissed him again, nipping playfully at Asher's bottom lip.  He moaned
low and animalistic in response.  His hands slipped under my shirt, up my
sides, latching onto my boobs.  I wished I didn't have a bra on.  I wanted
to feel him pure, skin to skin, let him have that access.

   If it hadn't happened serendipitously, the next best thing was to make
it happen.  I pulled at Asher's shirt, yanking it up his body about as
awkwardly as possible, getting it stuck on his head and interrupting our
makeout.  I had to give up and let him remove it the rest of the way.

   I was an impatient, horny big sister, and tossed my own shirt aside
while Asher was busy with his.  My bra followed just as quickly, leaving me
topless under his appreciative gaze.  I could have teased him, I supposed.
Could have drawn it out.  But as I lay back on him and felt my soft breasts
pillow against his much firmer chest, I had no regrets.

   We were even closer together than before, with our shirts out of the
way, toplessly pressed together.  Closer than we'd ever been.  And it felt
amazing.  All that naughty, highly inappropriate sibling contact was
feeding a fire that was already out of control.  I was perfectly happy to
ignore any artificial lines between us, cross whatever needed crossing. 
Every new step we took only increased my desire for sweet, beautiful
brother.

   "I want you so bad," I said, hissing in pleasure as Asher's fingers
caressed the side of my breast that wasn't trapped between us.

   "How bad?"

   "So.f Fucking.  Bad."

   A small hesitation from him, only noticeable because I caught his eyes
in that moment.  "Vic?"

   "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing.  Just...  are we doing this?  For real?"

   I bit my lip, repressing an urge to scream in frustration.  Not now. 
Not fucking now with the doubts.

   "You don't want to?"

   "I absolutely want to.  But, like, can we?"

   "Why not?"

   "Because...  reasons.  You know."

   I stroked Asher's hair, gazing deeply into his big, confused eyes. 
"Trust your big sis, Ash.  We can do whatever we want tonight.  No one's
gonna stop us.  No one's gonna know.  Just trust me."

   He smiled widely and fully, melting my heart just a little with the
innocence of it.  "I do, Vic.  I'd trust you with anything."

   "Good."

   I kissed him again, much differently than before.  This time was tender
and delicate, more platonically familial than it had any right to be.  The
sort of kiss a sister might get away with giving her brother.  And yet, the
meaning behind the kiss was anything but socially acceptable.

   I sat up and eased myself back, still atop Asher but taking most of my
weight on my legs rather than sitting on his.  I made deliberate eye
contact while slowly undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.  Asher's
adoring, trusting look got me right in the tummy and made my fingers
clumsy. I would have had to go slow even if that wasn't already my intent.
I couldn't hold back for long, but for those short few moments I savoured
the awe and anticipation in my brother's eyes, and the nervous excitement
zipping through my body.

   Asher groaned happily when I tugged his pants and underwear out of the
way and let his cock spring free.  He was so fucking hard I had no idea how
he'd been able to stand it as long as he had.  Precum smeared the tip of
his erection, and even as I watched a little more oozed out.

   The slutty big sister in me took over again.  I dove on Asher's cock
voraciously, licking and nuzzling at his hard shaft.  He made such cute,
sexy whimpers as I attended to him in lavish and thorough fashion.

   Asher managed to kick his pants and boxers the rest of the way off even
while I teased the hell out of his cock.  He seemed much happier being able
to spread his legs out of the way, and admittedly I rather enjoyed being
able to snuggle down between them to continue my fun.

   Once comfortable, I took hold of Asher's cock and angled it toward me
slightly, then deftly swallowed about half of it in one smooth motion.  He
made a truly primal groan in response, and that combined with the sudden
taste of him on my tongue made my eyes roll back and my free hand stray
downward and between my thighs.

   Pressing against my pussy through my clothes helped temporarily sate my
overwhelming need to get Asher inside me.  It was amazing having him in my
mouth, more mentally than physically, but enough to keep me horny and
wanton all the same.

   He'd propped himself up on his elbows while I worked his cock, and the
open-mouthed, overawed way he watched me kept me going at him hard and
determined.  I imagined I'd be soaking through my pants soon, and I wanted
nothing so badly as to tear them off and jump on top of him, but I couldn't
stop long enough to get there.  I was in love with the cute twitches of his
face, the way he bit his lip, and the soft moans that kept escaping.  The
longer I bobbed my head around, licked frantically, and gave him my most
devilish bedroom eyes, the better reactions I got.

   "Oh god, Vic," Asher moaned.  "You gotta stop.  You're gonna make me
cum."

   He pushed weakly at my head, as though that would stop me.  I
appreciated the sentiment, since I so badly wanted to ride him.  But
hearing that he was about to cum just poured gas on an already uncontrolled
blaze.  I kept sucking him hard and fast, uncaring of his desire not to cum
yet, nor indeed the rather undignified amount of spit drooling down his
cock and my chin.

   "Vic," he tried again, his voice a soft whine, "seriously.  I'm gonna
cum."

   And he did.  It was a magnificent explosion, salty and thick, filling my
mouth with the sexy results of my enthusiastic efforts.  I swallowed
quickly, but not fast enough to keep the entire interior of my mouth from
getting a coating of my brother's cum.  I milked it all from him, taking it
in, not letting any escape.

   I released Asher afterward, panting softly and letting my mouth hang
open, only the smallest amount left on my tongue, enough to keep the taste
fresh.  He had collapsed onto his back, flat out, chest rising and falling
deeply, a wide, satisfied smile on his face.  I swallowed the very last of
his cum, emptying my mouth before crawling back up to where I could kiss
him again.

   I was still pretty damn wound up, but he had relaxed quite noticeably
after cumming in my mouth.  Couldn't blame him too much for that.  I needed
him horny though.  Needed to get him hard again.  It might have been my own
fault that he wasn't ready for me, but that didn't mean I was happy about
it.

   "You came too quick," I admonished in between kisses.

   Asher's pitiful, helpless expression was funny, but not enough to turn
my aggressive tongue-dueling into giggles.

   "You wouldn't stop," he said.

   "You're right.  I wouldn't.  But now we need to get you ready to go
again."

   His eyes lit up, a hopeful smile playing on his lips.  Surely he hadn't
assumed we were done, had he?

   I kissed him again even as I felt his hands slide up to my tits.  It was
such a different experience being fondled by him now that so much of the
urgency had left him.  He was calmer and more deliberate about feeling me
up, taking the time to explore more methodically and react to my cues.  It
was nice.  It helped keep me all revved up and tingly while I waited for
him to catch back up.

   The first pulse of Asher's cock returning to life brought a primal smile
to my lips.  I shifted, moving one of my legs between his and pressing my
thigh to his burgeoning erection.  He groaned and ran his hands down my
bare sides to my butt.  His interest devolved into its more impulsive and
chaotic form along with the hardening of his cock.  He was getting properly
horny again.

   I made out with Asher some more, alternating with some kisses down his
face and neck, across his chest at times.  I nipped at him occasionally,
when it felt right, and moaned into his ear when he touched me somewhere
interesting.

   He went for my pants, undoing them and pushing them partway down my
legs. My panties were just as soaked as I'd imagined, made obvious when he
started rubbing them and sneaking beneath.  I took over stripping away my
bottoms since he didn't want to let go of my pussy once he had it.  His
unsubtle fascination with my body made my pulse race, compounding nicely
with the physical sensations of him fumbling around my clit.

   Asher gradually narrowed his attentions, figuring out what I liked as I
reacted to his touch.  A pair of his fingers slid easily inside my drenched
pussy, while he carried on rubbing my clit with his thumb.  I wiggled
around on top of him, grinding on him and feeding him my tits to be nuzzled
and sucked on.

   I inched nearer and nearer to his cock, eventually displacing his hand
in order to grind directly on his hard shaft.  I was so wet and slick, and
that natural lube transferred nicely to my brother as I rubbed my pussy
over him.  He'd be so easy to take.  He'd slip right in and fill me up.  I
bit my lip so hard it hurt at the thought of it.

   I grabbed Asher's cock firmly, lifting my pussy just enough to adjust
him the way I needed, then swiftly and precisely sat myself back down.  A
dangerous, animalistic hiss escaped my mouth.  My brother's cock inside me,
deep inside, and with a small extra movement of my hips, totally buried. 
Fully, completely within me.

   His mouth was a small, perfect circle of awe and delight.  His eyes were
wide and full, broadcasting love and adoration toward me.  His cock pulsed
against the snug walls of my pussy, and I squeezed back to elicit little
whimpers and groans from him.

   "Fuuuccck," Asher moaned.

   His hands found my thighs and rested there, as though he wanted them
touching me but was too overwhelmed to give them any thought.  I planted my
palms on his chest in turn and used the extra support to help gently rock
around on him, changing the depth and angle of his cock inside me, finding
where he felt best.

   The only thing holding me back from riding my little brother like a wild
thing was how damn good it was just being filled up by him.  I kept
returning to a firm seat astride him, playfully exercising my lower muscles
for the sensations I could cause.  That wouldn't get me where I needed to
be, though, and that deeper, less incestuous desire just to cum by any
means necessary slowly won out.

   I leaned even more heavily on Asher as I kicked my hips properly into
gear.  I bounced, rolled, and wiggled around before settling on a rhythm
that was just the perfect decadence for the situation.  He grabbed my ass,
using his arms to give my movements a little extra oomph as I rode him.  He
remained awestruck and enraptured by me and what I was doing to him,
visually and physically.

   "I'm gonna cum all over your cock," I whispered throatily to him, just
to see his eyes widen even further.

   "Oh god."

   "I am," I said, dipping in for a kiss, then running my cheek along his
before sitting back up.  "All over you, my beautiful baby brother."

   Asher nodded, accepting the declaration.  "Do it," he said, eyes shining
brightly up at me.

   I closed my eyes then, letting go of the distraction of watching Asher,
focusing entirely on myself.  I'd found exactly the rhythm I needed
already, I just needed to coax my body into letting go and giving me that
sweet release.  With my added concentration and a more concerted effort to
hit the right spot on every single stroke, my pleasure bubbled and exploded
volcanically, wracking my insides with an electric, shivering bliss.

   My movements became slightly spasmatic as I came, though steady enough
to milk every little bit of pleasure from my orgasm.  My eyes cracked open
to take in my brother's face, fixing the knowledge of who I was with,
melding it to the thrills coursing through me.  Asher.  Sweet, forbidden
Asher.

   He ran gentle fingertips over my skin as I slowed and panted in the
aftermath.  His touch was feather-light and whimsical, just amusing himself
while allowing me to come down from my high in my own time.

   "Feel better?" Asher asked.

   "Much."

   "Good.  Ready for more?"

   I smiled like a tiger stalking easy prey.  "Oh my darling brother, don't
you dare think we're anywhere near done yet."

   ****

   I was beyond bleary upon waking up the next morning.  I had no idea how
late we'd stayed up.  I couldn't remember us even stopping to fall asleep.

   Asher's body pressed warm and snug against mine, his breathing deep and
regular enough that I assumed he was still asleep.  The fog and headache
faded somewhat as I lay still next to him and let the memories flood back
in.  The things we'd done, the things I'd felt, the new and magnificent
experiences...

   I'd gotten off so many times on my brother's cock.  Riding him or
presenting my ass so he could pound me.  Sucking him off, letting him lick
me out.  Grabbing, kissing, nipping, biting, squeezing, and nuzzling.  A
total blur of incestuous lust.

   I turned my head, examining Asher's adorable sleeping face.  Love, I
decided.  Not just lust.  A multifaceted, confusing kind of love, but there
was no doubt in my mind that it was the right word.

   It was beyond tempting to lie there all morning, to let Asher sleep, and
perhaps to doze off again with him.  In theory I was perfectly content to
waste the day away in bed with him.  In practice, however, that just wasn't
going to happen.

   I eventually grumbled out of bed in response to my insistent bladder.  I
was careful not to disturb my brother, but otherwise wasn't much in the
mood for finesse yet.  My various scattered clothes stayed right where they
were as I stomped out of my room, down the hall, into the bathroom.

   My image in the mirror reflected what I'd already been feeling since I'd
dragged myself out of bed.  Not just that I was naked, which I didn't much
care about, but more than I was a sexy mess from last night's sexy times.
Dried cum, most notably, was splattered across me in myriad and bizarre
place.  My tits had taken a load, of course, but there was also some in my
hair, a bit down by my knee, and, somehow, a streak across my nose.  I had
no idea how that last one had clung so tenaciously without being discovered
or accidentally wiped off.

   A shower was certainly in order.  I didn't much want to bother, but
decided I probably should clean up.  Once I was under the hot spray, my
reluctance dissolved and I luxuriated in the cozy, cleansing waterfall.

   I began to wake up properly, to feel more like a human being again
rather than a shuffling automaton with memories of a glorious night. 
Despite being well and truly satisfied by my nocturnal adventures, I began
to get horny and excited again thinking about them.  All the thoughts that
had brought a smile to my lips as I lay next to Asher now warmed my pussy
instead.

   The naughty sister in me regretted that I'd washed away all that
brother-cum and pondered the scenario of waking Asher up while still
disheveled and messy.  It hadn't been fresh, though, and lost some of the
appeal for that.  Washing had been the correct choice.  Getting all glazed
and creamy anew, however...

   I was fighting the urge to masturbate by the time I stepped out and
dried off.  I only unconsciously wrapped my towel around me afterward, lost
in dirty thoughts as I was, but it was just as well I'd done so.

   Krista was up and about now.  I heard her in the kitchen as soon as I
stepped out of the bathroom.  For all I knew she might have been up since
before my naked, cum streaked march to the toilet.  I hadn't been paying
much attention at the time.

   She popped her head around the corner when she heard me and gave me an
irritatingly knowing smile.  I frowned back while internally debating
whether to engage her, or just head back to a delightfully naked and
sleeping Asher.

   "Well well," Krista said.  "Look who's finally up."

   "It's not that late," I said defensively.  My mind was beginning to
really process things again, and it was becoming clear to me just how
stupid it might have been to spend most of the night fucking my brother
with a witness around.

   "Maybe not.  Considering last night, it's fairly impressive you're up at
all." Krista disappeared back into the kitchen.

   A chill ran through me.  I glanced toward my room, but then padded after
Krista in my damp towel, wondering what the hell I was going to say.  I had
to do something, I thought.  But I had no idea what could possibly salvage
the situation.

   "What are you saying?" I asked.

   Krista finished pouring milk into a bowl of cereal and sat down with it
at the table.  "I'm saying you two are noisy."

   "We-"

   "I mean, not when I was in my room.  You didn't keep me up or anything."

   As though that was my main concern.  "Glad to hear it," I mumbled.

   "But from the hallway...  yeah.  Not much left to the imagination."
Krista pointed her spoon at me.  "What gets me curious is I don't remember
ever hearing you two before.  And I can't think of anytime Ash spent the
night either."

   "Well, you know.  It's complicated."

   "Uh huh.  Sure." Krista took a bite and chewed it thoughtfully.  "You
really had me going though."

   "We did?" I asked absently, leaning back on the doorframe.  I was still
waiting for whatever reaction was inevitably going to explode from her.  It
bothered me that I hadn't heard it yet.

   "Yeah.  I was wondering about it some this morning.  How much of it was
you guys acting, how much was my own perceptions fooling me.  But, like, I
think you guys put in too much effort if you've been holding back around me
for so long.  You know, if last night's anything to go by."

   "You think we shouldn't have been holding back?" I asked in total
confusion.

   "Well, like, I'm sure you had his place to go to, or whatever." Krista
shrugged.  "I mean, congrats, you had me really thinking he was your
brother.  But was the joke really worth it?" She shook her head.  "It bugs
me that I didn't see it before.  They did a bit like that in a show I was
watching a few weeks ago.  Shoulda put the pieces together."

   Ah.  So that's what it was.  I tried not to show my palpable relief,
fussing with my hair to hide my face for a moment.  "I see.f

   "Oh come on, don't act like you didn't know you'd suckered me.  I was
even toying with asking him out sometime, you know.  Guess I shouldn't do
that now."

   "No.  Indeed not."

   "And, like, please tell me you guys haven't been avoiding sleepovers
here just because of that joke.  That's a little much."

   "I told you.  It's complicated."

   "What, like you guys really haven't been fucking until now?  Or a hot
and cold kinda deal?  Or what?"

   "Complicated," I repeated.  It was a useful word, at times.

   "Sure.  Fine." Krista took another bite.  "I really shoulda known
anyway. You guys don't even look like siblings."

   "We don't?" I asked with genuine interest.

   "I think that was all in my head.  And he's totally older than you,
right?  Not your 'little brother'?"

   I squeezed my hand into a fist in reflexive irritation, but forced
myself not to show any anger.  We were so close to getting away with this
after all.

   "'Cause he's taller?"

   "No.  I mean, kinda.  But he seems older or something.  I always thought
that was weird, you supposedly being the big sis.  That an in-joke, or
what?"

   I supposed I'd have to take it.  Asher would never, ever be finding out
that Krista thought he was older, not if I could help it.  But otherwise we
had a 'get out jail free' card here, and I intended to use it.

   I chatted with Krista a while longer, slowly relaxing into the roll of a
girl who'd tricked her roommate into thinking her complicated, part time
boyfriend was her brother, despite the truth being roughly the opposite of
that.  As soon as the subject turned to other things, I felt pretty
confident it would stick.  Asher and I would just have to adopt a
non-sibling kind of act around Krista, and things would be all good.

   Once I was sure Krista believed her suspicions and I felt like I'd been
casual enough about it to do my part for the narrative, I whisked away back
to my room.  Asher was still lying on the bed, still naked, cute, and
vulnerable.  Not, however, asleep.  His eyes flicked open at my entrance
and followed me as I closed the door and padded softly nearer.

   "Good news and bad news," I said softly.

   Asher frowned and groaned.  "It's too early for bad news."

   "It's not that bad, really."

   "It isn't?"

   "No.  Krista knows we were fucking all night."

   "She does?"

   "We weren't very quiet or subtle, according to her."

   "How is that 'not that bad'?"

   "She also thinks you're not my brother."

   "But...  she knows I am."

   "No.  She used to know.  Now she thinks we're assholes who played a joke
on her."

   "Oh." Asher considered the news.  "So...  she thinks..."

   "Thinks you're my boyfriend." I shrugged.  "More or less, anyway."

   "Huh."

   "Yeah.  So not so bad, right?"

   "No.  Not so bad.  Was that the bad and good, then?  She knows, but she
doesn't know?"

   "Kinda.  There's more good news, though, if you want it."

   "Is there, indeed?"

   "There is." I gave Asher a small, sly smile.  "I'm not wearing anything
under this towel."

   I paused just long enough to let my words sink in, then executed a
perfect full-body shrug to let my towel slip majestically to the floor. 
Asher's eyes lit up with that delightful sense of awe that I loved causing
in him.  I stood before him in a statuesque display of my fresh, clean, and
slightly damp self, fully nude under his wandering and appreciative gaze.

   "Very good news," Asher concurred.  "You know what would be even
better?"

   "If I fell back into bed with you?"

   "If you came back to...  yeah, what you said."

   I giggled and toppled across him with deliberate lack of grace.  He
pulled me close and silenced my giggles with a firm kiss.  I molded myself
to him, returning his kisses while rubbing my naked body over his.

   Asher had apparently recovered from last night's exertions, because he
was quick to get hard and ready to go again.  I was fresh off the high of
being able to bang my brother whenever we wanted, since he was my
'boyfriend' now, and I wasn't long in getting wet and horny either.

   We rolled around languidly on the extremely rumpled bed, making out and
groping one another with much less urgency than the night before, but all
the same love and desire for each other.  His cock pressed against my pussy
almost constantly, grinding and sliding on it until I was whimpering with
need for him.

   I'd been playfully fighting Asher for the top position, though not very
hard.  Now that I just needed him in me, I gave ground and let him pin me
on my back.  I spread my legs wide for him and reached down for his cock,
all the while still making out with him and nipping at his lip or neck when
he got distracted.

   Asher thrust slowly toward me while I guided his cock to its rightful
place.  I cooed happily at having him enter me once more.  That was the
good shit.  My beloved brother filling me up and about to fuck me.

   Once he was deep enough in me, I grabbed his butt and pulled him closer,
attempting to get him buried in my pussy all the sooner.  I wasn't sure if
it really helped, but it made me feel naughty and wanton, which was
entirely accurate when it came to Asher. 

   His rhythm was painfully slow starting out, though I loved the little
moments before he pulled back when he was as deep as possible.  I urged him
on, whispering in his ear, grabbing his hips, thrusting back to meet him,
even wrapping my legs around his butt.  All of which got me sweaty and
horny, but I suspected he was deliberately taking his time; either to
savour his big sister's pussy, or just to tease me and get me all worked up
before pounding me for real.

   He deftly avoided my potential ire by building up to a good, hard,
smooth fucking that really hit the right spots for me.  He had me whining
and moaning, wiggling and bucking, running my hands all over him as his
amazing brother-cock slammed into me over and over again.  I was driven
crazy in the most beautiful way possible.

   It was nice, too, to not have to worry about making noise.  Not that
we'd been all that quiet last night, apparently, but we had even more
liberties available to us now.  The worst we could do now was annoy Krista.
Revealing our incestuous liaison had been a much scarier prospect.

   I moaned to my brother, hissed his name, encouraged him to keep fucking
his adoring big sis.  The last was kept to a whisper, the rest was whatever
volume felt right.

   I came all over his cock, my orgasm stretching longer and harder as
Asher relentlessly pounded my spasming little pussy.  I couldn't catch my
breath, couldn't do much of anything other than clutch desperately at him
and paradoxically wish for him to finish, and for it to never, ever end.

   Asher didn't actually last that much longer after me.  His pace became
gradually rockier and more desperate, then he grunted and I felt him
cumming inside me.  I closed my eyes and focused on that hot flood of
brother-cum exploding in my little pussy.  I moaned and squeezed him tight,
savouring the feeling of being filled up in a somewhat different way.

   We lay together afterward, neither of us moving much at all.  I stroked
his hair, he nuzzled at my cheek, but otherwise we just held each other and
let our breathing recover.

   "I came in you," Asher said.

   "I know," I whispered back.  "Bad boy."

   "Didn't mean to.  Just...  I dunno, felt right."

   I kissed his cheek.  "It really did."

   "You're not mad?"

   "No, Ash.  How could I be?"

   He smiled crookedly.  "Pretty justifiably, if you wanted."

   "True." I shrugged.  "It felt right, like you said.  There are pills for
this kind of thing anyway." I grinned wickedly.  "And it'll give me a
reminder of you all day."

   Asher groaned.  "Don't tell me things like that."

   "What, that I'm totally gonna have your cum all up in my little pussy
even after you're gone?"

   "I'm late to get out of here as it is," he complained with an
exaggerated pout.

   "I'm not stopping you from leaving.  Just giving you something to think
about."

   "Not fair."

   Nevertheless, Asher dragged himself out of bed and made ready to leave.
I watched lazily, only throwing clothes on toward the end so I could kiss
him goodbye at the front door.

   I'd be late to work, but didn't much care.  He'd be later, I imagined,
since he had further to go and probably would need to stop at his place
first.  I also didn't much care about that.  Nothing was bringing me down.
Not for a while.

   Just to be a bit more teasing and cruel, I took the time to find a good
angle of my pussy, then snapped a pic with some of Asher's cum visibly
leaking out.  I sent it off to him with a message of, "See what you did to
your sister?  Bad brother." I only hoped he didn't look at it while
driving. I didn't want him to crash.

   I then pulled my panties back up, snugging them to my brother-cummed
pussy, and prepared for the rest of my day.


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