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"Two regular hamburgers, one large fries, one diet coke, and please don't ask any questions," I said. "Here is a money for your magic money box."

The girl looked at me like I was mildly insane, but punched in my order and made change without any fuss. I decided she was my new best friend.

I tore into my first burger as soon as I sat down at one of the tables. Fay was still terribly pleased with herself. She nibbled at her french fries and sipped her coke while she watched me devour my food.

"Did you know you go slightly feral when you haven't eaten?" she asked.

"Seems that way. God, I hope those guys at the counter don't think I'm too crazy."

"I can't imagine that you even break the top ten weirdest encounters this week. Customers are fucked up, dude."

"Uh huh."

I slowed down halfway through the second burger. I switched to picking at the fries to give my tummy time to settle out a bit.

"Your mystery boy's still giving you trouble, huh?" Fay said as she played with her straw.

"Why are you inferring that from my being hungry?"

"Because something's clearly throwing off your whole rhythm."

"My rhythm?"

"Your routine. Your ability to look after yourself."

I poked a french fry into the ketchup and swirled it around a little. Fay knew me too damn well. It would be nice sometimes if she wouldn't poke around in every little trouble I had.

"Ok, you're right. It's the boy thing again."

"Knew it. Did you go on a date yet?"

"I told you it wasn't that kind of relationship."

Fay shrugged. "Mighta changed since last time."

She wasn't wrong, exactly. Things had changed. Just... not in the way she probably assumed. The important question was whether or not I should tell Fay about any of the stuff that had happened. I needed to get it out of my head, but I also desperately needed no one to ever find out how I'd let my brother touch me.

"Nope," I said. "Still not my boyfriend."

"Why not?"

"Because. Alright?"

Fay took another sip of her drink, eyeing me all the while. Her soul-staring was a bit unnerving.

"Do you want him to be?"

I opened my mouth to answer 'no' immediately, but I didn't quite get there. I hesitated and thought about it for a few seconds before realizing that my first instinct had been correct. Of course I didn't want to date my brother.

"No," I said.

"Are you sure? You don't seem sure."

"He can't be my boyfriend, and neither of us want that anyway."

"I see. He's already married?"

I flicked a small fry at my friend's face. "Don't start guessing, Fay, or I'm going to have to stop talking to you about this."

"Fair enough. Do I at least get a hint as to what happened this time? I can't help if I've got no info to work with."

The remaining half of my second burger was getting cold in front of me. I thought about taking another bite just to buy time, but my sanity and appetite had returned mostly to normal, and it just didn't look appealing anymore.

"Something happened," I said. "And it's not really important what it was. I just haven't seen him since then, and I'm a little scared everything's ruined."

"Oh, honey...." Fay reached across the table and gave my hand a squeeze. "Did you have a fight?"

"No."

"But everything's possibly ruined?"

"I mean, probably not. I just need to see him again. Maybe I should call."

I brightened up a little as the completely obvious solution occurred to me. I absolutely could just call Denver and see what he was feeling. Or text him, maybe, so I didn't appear like I needed immediate reassurance.

"So, don't get mad at this question..." Fay said.

"God, that's ominous."

"It was a sex thing, wasn't it?"

"Fay...."

"No, listen though. If it is, and you don't have to confirm it because I'm, like, ninety-five percent sure it is, then you've got nothing to worry about."

"Alright. I'll bite. How do you figure that?"

Fay smiled and pushed her drink aside. "I'm glad you asked."

"And suddenly I'm not."

"Oh, hush." Fay cleared her throat. "So you did sexy stuff with a boy. Doesn't really matter what it was, though I think it's safe to guess that wasn't full sex or anything."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I know you. Anyway, you do whatever you did, then presumably you don't get a chance to talk about what happened with your boy-toy afterward. Hence your current anxiety."

I nodded. That was fair enough, except for the 'boy-toy' thing.

"Here's the secret," Fay continued. "You're thinking about this encounter emotionally, or maybe logically. Guarantee you your boy's only thinking about how hot it was."

"Fuck's sake. That's your big reassuring speech? Boys think with their dicks? Great. What a revelation."

I slumped back in my seat and pushed my hair back with both hands. I didn't know what I'd expected from Fay, but certainly something more than 'boys like doing sexy things.'

"See, I don't think you're thinking this all the way through," said Fay. "You've got the pieces, but they aren't in quite the right places." She moved her hands around the table, illustrating her points. "Boys like their penises played with. They also like hot girls. And then you put those together, and--"

"Never touched his penis," I mumbled.

"Oh." Fay faltered for a moment. "Not even grinding on it a little?"

"He touched me. That's all. And I just let him. And we shouldn't have done it. I don't know what's going on with me."

I almost felt like crying, but I wasn't that out of control. Especially to do it in a public place like that. There was something about admitting my worries out loud that made my emotions more intense, was all.

Fay scooted around to my side of the table. She put her arm around me and held me. It was a comforting sort of half-hug. It calmed me down a little.

"Relly?" Fay said softly. "He didn't... force anything, did he?"

"God no." My eyes went wide for a second as I thought I'd described events much differently than I meant to. I relaxed when I realized Fay was just making sure I was ok. "No, he didn't force me to do anything. He'd never do something like that."

"Ok. So you wanted this to happen?"

I wriggled awkwardly against my friend, trying to worm my way out of the situation. "I don't know, exactly. I guess I must have."

"Did it feel good?"

I nodded a little too quickly. "Yeah. It was nice."

"Did he make you cum?"

"Jesus, Fay."

I pulled out of her embrace and tried to hide my face. It felt like it was bright red, though I hoped it wasn't quite that obvious.

"So no, huh? That's ok." Fay returned to the other side of the table. "There's always next time."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I don't know if there's going to be a next time. I don't know if he wants it, and... I don't know if I do either."

"Yes you do."

"What?"

"You do know. You just don't want to admit it to me, or even yourself, I suspect. You wouldn't be this upset over something that felt nice but you didn't really want to do again."

"That's... actually kind of a good point."

"Damn right it is."

"So then, like, what do I do?"

"Hard to say specifically without more details. In general, just act normal and do the same kinda stuff you did before. It already worked once."

I nodded like I understood, but there was still some internal conflict. If I followed Fay's advice, it'd essentially be a matter of seducing my brother into something fairly immoral. Our games weren't innocent anyway, but the pretense made it easier to rationalize. 'Oops, my pants are off and you're touching me' was different from 'I took my pants off, please touch me.'

"We should get back to school," I said.

Fay stopped me as I started to gather up our trash. "Hate to break it to you, but we're already late for our next class."

"Son of a bitch. How did that happen?"

"Your stuff was more important. And more interesting, for that matter." Fay leaned back, unconcerned. "We might as well just chill and catch the next one. Skipping one won't hurt anything."

"I hate how easy this stuff comes for you. Did I ever mention that?"

"Once or twice."

"Well... good. Just so long as you're aware."

****

I spent the rest of the school day, what little I attended, trying to figure out what I was actually going to do about Denver. The only thing I'd really decided was that I had to do something. My sanity depended on it.

Fay made it sound easy, but then making things sound easy was very much her thing. The only thing that kept me from strangling her sometimes was the knowledge that she wasn't always as confident as she acted. I'd known her long enough to know that her in panic mode and her in calm, relaxed mode looked very similar most of the time.

So part of the question became how much of Fay's advice did I take as a hundred percent accurate, and how much did I view with suspicion? It was easy enough in theory to say that I should just march up to my brother in my underwear and shove his hand down my panties. It might even work in reality. He was a boy, after all.

I didn't like putting my faith in such a hit or miss scheme. I either wanted a sure thing, or I needed to be tentative and testing. That's what had worked for me so far; things had built up slowly until Denver was rubbing my pussy and neither of us were freaking out about it. Well, not in the moment, anyway. Afterward was a different story. And, I reminded myself, that was only because I hadn't had a chance to gauge his feelings. It had nothing to do with the event itself.

By the time I got home, I was settled on a discussion with Denver at the earliest opportunity. I didn't want to avoid him, or throw my vagina in his face. There was a nice middle ground in there somewhere, and that seemed the best place to be.

The first thing I did was slip downstairs and see if my brother was in his room. I heard his very muffled voice from outside his closed door, and I assumed he must be talking to someone online; probably in a game. I almost knocked on his door, then stopped and reconsidered.

After a moment standing there like and idiot, I turned around and raced back upstairs. If I was going to talk to Denver, I needed to do it right. Just because I didn't listen to everything Fay said didn't mean I couldn't extrapolate some of her best advice to use to my advantage.

I shed my pants as soon as I got to my room, then switched my panties out for what I thought were a slightly sexier pair. I really needed some actual sexy panties. There'd never been much of a use for them before. Fay'd take me shopping for some if I asked. That was something to worry about later.

My hair needed a little fixing, and I adjusted it in the mirror. Then I decided I was as ready as I could get, and had hit just about the perfect middle ground between innocent sister, and slightly-less-innocent playful girl.

I snuck downstairs for the second time. I felt attractive enough to boost my confidence, and bold enough to simply walk in and demand my brother's attention. So that was what I did.

"Hey, Den," I said in what I hoped was a casual tone. "I wanted to... talk... to...."

Denver stared at me. I stared back. It was the briefest of moments, but felt like much longer.

"Fuckshitsorry," I blurted, then turned and slammed the door closed again.

I put my back against the closed door and slid down until my butt touched the floor. What the actual fuck had I just seen? The sounds of my brother finally coming back to life, and his barely audible swearing filtered through from inside his room as I tried to process.

Denver had been at his computer, as expected. But he hadn't been playing any kind of video game. He'd appeared mostly normal at first, until I realized he wasn't wearing anything below the waist. It was amazing that there had been a second or two before I'd noticed that. In retrospect, it felt like there'd been a big, neon sign pointing out my brother's exposed cock.

I slowly pieced it together from memory fragments that didn't quite want to line up without some effort on my part. There'd been a half-naked girl on Denver's computer screen, so that was probably who he was talking to. Their combined nudity and his erection implied a sexy chat of some kind. But he hadn't been jerking off, and he was doing something down--

"Eeeek!" I squealed in a very undignified manner as the door I was leaning against swung open and I fell back.

Denver looked down at me with an unreadable expression. He had boxers on now, at least, or the view would have been far more disconcerting for me. I could still make out his cock somewhat since his erection hadn't entirely faded away yet.

Denver jerked his head toward his bed. "Come on," he said.

"Wait, no. I didn't mean to, like, interrupt. Or whatever."

"Yeah, well, you kinda did."

"Oh. Sorry. Is your, uh... lady friend gone?"

Denver snorted. "Yeah. My 'lady friend' is gone."

I got to my feet, feeling absolutely horrible. In all my worrying, it had never occurred to me that there'd be another girl in the picture. That made things far more complicated, even if she wasn't physically present.

Denver closed the door behind us. He took a seat on his bed. I wasn't sure what to do with myself, whether to sit or stand.

"Was that your girlfriend?" I asked in a low, mumbled voice.

"Relly, sit."

I took a few hesitant steps closer, then sat on the edge of Denver's mattress, about as far from him as I could.

"I know it's not really my business," I said. "I'm just asking 'cause if she is--"

"She's not. She's just someone I... do weird shit with sometimes."

"Oh."

"Never actually met her except for online."

"So you guys just... what, like, take your clothes off on webcam?"

"Basically, yeah. I mean, we talk and stuff too. We've kinda become friends, actually."

I nodded like I understood. I scratched at an imaginary itch on my wrist, and for a moment I focused on the back of my hand like there was something fascinating about it. I just couldn't bring myself to meet my brother's eyes.

"Den?"

"Yeah?"

"When I came in... did you have a thing in your butt?"

Denver didn't say anything at first. I folded my arms and turned my head fully away from him. This was so not how this conversation was supposed to be going.

"Well, I did tell you we did weird shit," he said softly.

"Oh."

"Look, I know it's fucked. And if you're grossed out, I totally understand. But please don't judge me too much for it. It's not even something I'm that into."

My head whipped back around. "I don't think you're gross."

"You don't?"

"No. Why would you think that?"

"Because...." Denver's hands moved back and forth as he attempted to nonverbally explain something that he couldn't find the words for. "Shit, Relly. You caught me doing weird butt stuff, then you got all freaked out. Explain to me how you don't think it's gross."

I'd been on the verge of fleeing the room in tears, but now I was able to manage a faint smile. "Den, you doofus. I don't care what you're into. You thought I'd get upset over something like that?"

"I'm still not understanding something."

"I'm saying I don't care what you put in your own body. That's up to you."

"No, no. I get that. I mean, I want to discuss it further, but mostly I want to know what the hell you're upset about if it's got nothing to do with what you saw."

I bit my lip and turned my gaze downward. "I didn't say that had nothing to do with it."

"You're going in circles now."

"That's 'cause it's hard."

"Hard to talk about?"

"Yeah."

Denver slid closer to me on the bed. I fidgeted with my fingers. His hand landed on my shoulder, and I had a brief, insane urge just to bury my face in his shoulder and hug him until I fell asleep.

"Well you know one of my embarrassing secrets now," he said. "Does that help?"

I managed a fake chuckle. "As if that's the only one I know about."

"Fair enough. Is yours worse than any of mine?"

"That depends on your perspective, I suppose."

"So try me."

I leaned tentatively to the side. Denver didn't move, and I fell into him until he was supporting my upper body. His hand went from my shoulder to my waist on the far side. I drew comfort from the feel of him against me.

"You're the first boy who's ever touched me like that," I whispered.

"Like wha-- oh. Ooohhh."

"I know it's not really a big deal. I didn't even think I cared that much. But now you've got your sexy friend on the computer, and maybe other girls too, for all I know."

"Relly...."

"I wasn't even sure if we should be doing that stuff anymore. It's kinda bad, right? But I liked it."

"Relly, we can still do stuff. Nothing's changed."

"I don't think so. It was a little too naive of me. Of us, I guess. I'm your sister, Den. Your computer girl isn't. You should be playing with her, not me."

"Jesus, Relly. That's not... it doesn't work like that."

I tried to pull away, but Denver wouldn't let me go. That was fine, actually, since I didn't really want to leave. I just felt I should make a token effort.

"Fay's always telling me I need a boy. She's probably right." I stared across the room at nothing as I mused out loud. "I could find a boy to play with. Someone not related to me, maybe. Someone who doesn't have other stuff going on."

"So you don't like that I do stuff with another girl? Is that what this is all about?"

"Very much the opposite, if you were paying attention. I think it's great. I want you to be happy, you know."

"Fuck's sake." Denver sighed. "I'm glad I only have one little sister. I couldn't handle more of you."

I smiled wanly. "I know. I'm a drag, right?"

"You're a pain in the ass is what you are. You come in here in your panties, get upset when I was messing around with another girl, and you're telling me you're only concerned about my well-being?"

"That's not exactly--"

I stopped. Denver had taken his free hand and placed it squarely on my nearest breast. His palm and fingers gently cupped the soft, sensitive part of me.

"Not what?" he asked.

"You're touching my boob."

"I know. What were you gonna say?"

"Nevermind that. Why are you grabbing my boob?"

"You wanted me to be happy. Your boob's making me pretty happy right now."

An actually, real smile fought for control of my lips. "You fucking perv."

"You know it."

Denver switched to my other breast. He was a little more adventurous this time, and gave it a bit of a squeeze instead of merely holding it.

"Is this your plan, then? You just molest me until I stop arguing?"

"So far so good."

"Why can't you just play with your internet friend?"

"I told you, we never met in real life. I've never felt her boobs." Denver paused. "Or her pussy, for that matter."

"Den!"

"What?"

"Just... don't say it like that. You make me sound slutty."

"No I don't. I wasn't even talking about you."

"You were making implications. You were implying that you can do those things with me."

Denver arched an eyebrow and switched his hand back to my nearer breast again. "Relly, I just started grabbing your tits, and you haven't done a thing to stop me. I can't help feeling you're taking offence to entirely the wrong things."

I pushed Denver's arm away, a token protest to the way he was talking about me. He almost immediately put his hand on my bare thigh instead. I let it be.

"So maybe I shouldn't let you touch me anymore," I said.

"Yeah. Maybe."

Denver's fingers trailed across my skin in a delightfully promising way. I did my usual thing of sitting rock-still.

Of course I wasn't going to stop letting him touch me. I was too deep into whatever this was to quit now. On some level, I needed to keep playing our bizarre little game. I needed to see where it went, and perhaps more importantly, I craved the feeling of Denver taking advantage of my lack of resistance. But I still had to pretend like there were boundaries, like he couldn't just do whatever he wanted. I was kind of afraid of what it would make me if I didn't.

"I shouldn't let you touch me," I said.

Denver shrugged. "I might argue the point."

His touch was warm and gentle, and very real. He rubbed my thigh as one might idly stroke a lover, and the connotations of such a caress weren't lost on me. It didn't necessarily mean anything beyond what we'd already done, and that much was fine. Sort of. I liked it, anyway, and it wasn't hurting anything. Not really.

"I'm your sister," I said in a low voice, offering yet another token protest.

"I believe I knew that already."

"Wasn't sure if you remembered."

Denver's hand stopped moving for a moment. "Are you telling me to stop?"

I turned my head away and shrugged, acting far more indifferent than I actually was. For a moment I toyed with the idea of deniability.. Like, somehow, what we were doing had nothing to do with me, I was just along for the ride. It felt safer that way, like I couldn't be doing anything wrong even though I was sharing in the fun.

Denver lifted his hand and put it back in his own lap. The loss hit me harder than I liked.

I stared wide-eyed and hurt at my brother. He met my gaze levelly. He silently dared me to complain.

"I didn't say to stop," I said.

"Yes, but you didn't say not to either."

"Well... you...."

"Just say it, Relly. Tell me what you want."

I clenched my fists tight against the bedspread. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because... you already think I'm slutty. I don't want to make it worse."

Denver sighed. "I absolutely don't think that. I wish you'd stop saying it."

"Yes you do. You just wouldn't say it out loud, is all."

"Seriously. Neither your actions, nor the amount of guys you're messing around with are cause for worrying about sluttiness."

I rolled my eyes. He had a point about the number of guys, though. And maybe I wasn't experienced enough in various ways to actually be much of a slut, despite recent occurrences. "Fine. So what would you call me, then?"

Denver didn't hesitate. "Beautiful."

I opened my mouth, then stopped and bit my lip. I shook my head. "You doofus. That's not what I meant."

"Well you are, though. And doing sexy things doesn't make you slutty, so it'd be nice if you'd stop saying that it does."

"Even if they're with my brother?"

"Even then."

"Prove it."

Denver tilted his head. "How would I possibly prove something like that?"

"I dunno. Think of something."

To his credit, Denver thought hard. I was more than a little regretful that I hadn't steered him back toward feeling me up somehow, and I'd backed myself into a corner of waiting for him to answer my stupid challenge.

I was in a situation where more experience would have helped. I could have gotten what I wanted without all the metaphorical dancing around and self-doubt. Fay would just laugh if I tried to tell her that I had what I wanted, then talked my way down to waiting for my boy to solve an impossible riddle. At least afterward she'd hug me and tell me what to do next time, so maybe it wouldn't be all bad.

"You can't think of anything, can you?" I asked. I needed to get Denver talking again, as well as get over myself enough to get him touching me some more.

"I had one idea," he said. "But it's kinda bad, in most respects."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"It just is."

I wriggled impatiently. "Well, try it anyway."

"Ok." Denver took a breath. "I don't make out with sluts."

My brow wrinkled, and I went over his short statement in my head. "What does that--"

Denver waited for me to start talking, then leaned in quickly and kissed me. My mouth was opened weirdly at first as a few errant syllables mumbled their way out. My face muscles relaxed semi-instinctively once I realized what was happening.

At first I was prepared for Denver to pull back and give me an impish grin, like he'd played a clever trick on me. He didn't, though. The kiss that I assumed was just to make a point turned into something like a real kiss, or a reasonable facsimile thereof.

It was unclear to me whether the kiss lasted a really long time, or if it just felt that way to me. Perhaps unknown to my brother, it was my first real kiss with a boy. I didn't know what to do and wasn't prepared for it, but it seemed like I was doing ok. His dangerously soft lips pressed and flexed against mine, never once giving an indication that I was 'doing it wrong.'

I lost myself in the kiss to the extent that when it ended, I leaned toward Denver in the hope of reattaching myself to him. It was only a brief lapse, but it was noticeable, and it took me a moment to recompose myself.

"Does that help any?" Denver asked, a vaguely amused look on his face.

"Uh huh," I murmured uncertainly.

"The idea was that since I kissed you--"

"Yeah, I got it, thanks."

"So it was kind of stupid, right? Because--"

"Den."

"Yeah?"

"Do it again."

I wasn't sure that he would. He'd just been making a point, after all. It wasn't like it was really, truly, technically about the kiss itself. I was leaving myself vulnerable by requesting that he repeat the kiss. He'd know what that meant.

At least I didn't worry that he'd think badly of me for expressing my want aloud. It was never sluttiness specifically that I was worried about, but it was a convenient catch-all for various 'bad' things that might infect my brother's opinion of me. Good sisters didn't let their brothers take such liberties with their bodies, after all. Nor did they enjoy being kissed in such an un-sibling-like manner. But the way he'd done it had reassured me more than he probably expected. Sometimes stupid gestures were important.

After an interminably long, excruciating wait--which outside my head was probably in the vicinity of several seconds--Denver leaned toward me again. I was ready this time, more or less. I still didn't really know what I was doing, but I at least tilted my head properly and closed my eyes just before our lips met. That was a good start.

Being kissed by my brother felt right in a way that I couldn't really explain. Maybe that was just my inexperience, maybe it would have felt just as good with another guy. Maybe. All I knew was I liked it.

"Like that?" Denver asked softly.

"Yeah. That was nice." I couldn't help smiling a little. "Again?"

Denver gave me a curious look. "You're awfully eager all of a sudden."

I flushed. "So what?"

"I'm getting very confused about what you do and don't want, and what is and isn't ok."

"It's... complicated."

"Yeah, that was kinda my point."

I shrugged irritably, then lay back on the bed. My shirt pulled up to expose part of my tummy, and I didn't bother to fix it. "I don't know, alright? A lot of this is new to me, and I don't know what I'm ok with. Especially...."

"Especially with your brother?"

"Yeah. That."

Denver shifted position to be closer to my sprawled out form. He put his hand on my tummy, actually pushing my shirt up even higher in the process. The small but distinct weight of his palm was comforting.

"That's fair," he said. "I don't really know how to feel about everything either."

"But you keep doing stuff."

"I do." Denver nodded. "I decided I'd regret it too much if I didn't see where this goes."

The meaning of my brother's words was not immediately obvious to me. At first I thought he just meant that he was curious, or intrigued. But it had to be something more substantial than that. If he was worried about regrets when it came to me--his little sister for fuck's sake--then he had to be dealing with some of the same obsession and fixation that had plagued me lately.

"You mean that?" I asked in a shy voice.

"Well... yeah."

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. "'K"

"'K? 'K what?"

"As in 'ok'."

"I know, but what...." Denver sighed. "I don't know what you mean by it."

I shrugged and kept my eyes closed. Denver's hand had slipped off my tummy slightly, but was still mostly right where it started. I focused on the warmth of it, and the physical connection to my brother it represented.

"Goddamn you're confusing sometimes," Denver said.

"You're only just now realizing that?"

"No. Just making sure you're aware."

Denver's fingers turned until they were more or less lined up with my spine. Ever so slowly, they crept up my tummy to just under my breasts. I bit my lip so hard it hurt. He was so close.

"Do you have a molestation fantasy or something?" Denver asked.

"Ew, gross, Den."

My eyes flung open, and I glared at my brother. The mood had been jarred, and I almost slapped his hand away again for being a doofus.

"Well that's all I can figure. You keep, like, being all passive and shit. Like you're pretending to ignore me."

"So what if I am? That doesn't mean you gotta make it into something gross like that."

"I wasn't trying to be gross. It just freaks me out that you might, like... change your mind. Or something."

"Jesus, Den. I don't know what I'm doing, ok? I'm trying to figure it out. I'm sorry I don't know what all the right things are."

This time I did shove his arm away. Now I just felt stupid instead of anxious and sexy. I rolled off the bed and stalked to the door. Denver was slower to get started, but he caught up with me and slammed the door closed again when I only just barely started to open it.

"Don't leave," Denver said.

"I need to go. At least for now."

Denver had me trapped between him and the door. He still held it closed with one arm, and he had to stand right behind me to be able to reach. Our bodies bumped together in a few places, and I was pretty sure one of them was his dick. Despite everything, his hardness and its implications weren't lost on me.

"Stay," he said, his voice a rough whisper in my ear.

Denver's chest pressed against my back. His free arm looped around my waist and held me in a light grip.

"I can't promise I'll do the right things," I said.

"That's fair. There probably isn't even really any right thing to do."

"'Cause of the sibling thing? You know that's not what I meant."

"I do." Denver kissed my shoulder where my shirt didn't quite cover. "Stay anyway?"

I nodded. "Just for a bit."

"Sure. Just a bit."

I ducked out of Denver's grasp and crawled back onto his bed. It was only partway through the maneuver I remembered the flimsiness of my outfit. Denver probably got a pretty good view of my panty-clad butt wiggling across his mattress.

Denver sat down next to me. I curled up on my side, with my knees pulled loosely toward my tummy.

"Now what?" I asked.

"We can just hang out."

"Oh right. 'Just hang out,' huh?"

"Why not?"

I turned my eyes away from Denver, just far enough to leave him in my peripherals. "Well, for one thing, you've still got a tent in your underwear."

Denver gave a lopsided grin. "What did you expect, exactly?"

"Nothing specific. But we can't 'just hang out' if you're hard."

"Well what do you want me to do about it?"

"I dunno. Can't you just, like, jerk off or something?"

Denver tilted his head. "In front of you?"

"Ew! No. In the bathroom, you freak."

"I'm not jerking off in the bathroom. That's weird. I'm not even sure I could."

"But...." I frowned. "Don't boys do that? Jerk off with the door locked so no one can catch them?"

"Why the hell would I do that when I can do it in my bedroom? You know, where my computer and the vast wonders of the internet are?"

"So no one accidentally walks in on you?"

"I...." Denver paused and scratched his chin. "I was gonna say that's never been an issue...."

"'Til today."

"Yeah. 'Til today."

The whole sequence of catching my brother doing his weird cam-show stuff flashed back to me. I'd been doing so well at not thinking about it.

"So no bathroom jerking, huh?"

"Not so much, no."

"Shit."

"It'll go down on its own. Eventually." Denver pulled his leg up to block his erection. "Does it really bother you that much?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"I see. You don't suppose there's any chance it only bothers you because you're afraid it might not actually bother you?"

I frowned and tried to work it out in my head. "What?"

"You know. Like... how sometimes people are homophobic because they're afraid they might be gay."

"Oh."

The question sounded silly at first. I was pretty sure I was only bothered by my brother's cock because... well, it was weird. As his sister, I shouldn't be thinking about it at all, let alone looking at it.

The longer I thought, the less sure I became of my initial position. Maybe I was worried about my own reaction. Maybe I was fine with Denver doing or feeling things because it left me free to pretend like none of it was a big deal to me. If I started looking at him the wrong way, or even touching him....

"You might have a point," I conceded grudgingly.

"Really? Neat."

"Yeah. Great." I glanced at his leg that was shielding me from his cock, or perhaps vice-versa. "So now what?"

Denver shrugged. "I guess we wait."

"For your stupid penis to behave? How long is that gonna take?"

"No idea. Probably longer with you lying there looking all... the way you do."

I smiled crookedly. "Say it," I said softly.

"Say what?"

"Whatever you were gonna say about the way I look."

Denver rolled his eyes. He remained mute at first, but I stared him down until he cracked. "Looking all sexy," he finally said. "You look good, alright?"

"In my panties?"

"Yes. In your panties."

"Boy, Den. A charmer like you, hard to believe you don't have a real girl in your life."

"Relly?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut the hell up."

I chuckled softly and rolled onto my back. I wondered idly about how visible the outlines of my breasts were in that position. My shirt felt kind of tight across them.

"Maybe you should just go ahead," I said. "I don't plan on getting any less sexy."

"With you in the room?"

"I guess. You want me to leave?"

"Whatever. It's up to you."

Despite his attempt at nonchalance, Denver appeared hesitant. He dropped his leg quickly enough, but his boxers didn't go anywhere. I pretended not to care one way or another, but I watched him fixedly from the corner of my eye.

"You gonna do it or what?" I asked.

"Fuck off. It's not that easy."

"Well maybe cut me some slack when I'm not fully confident about something then, hm?"

"Fair enough."

Denver still didn't get his cock out. For all my waffling on the issue, now that I'd mentally prepared myself the wait was excruciating.

"Ok, I'm going," I said. "This is just going to get awkward if I stay and--"

"Alright, alright."

After a deep breath, Denver stood and quickly slipped his boxers off. While not actually the first time I'd seen it, it was the first time it was on purpose and more than a brief glimpse.

"Stare a little harder, why don't you?" Denver said.

He sat on the edge of the bed, facing perpendicular to me. His erection jutted out at an angle from his lap. It intrigued me more than I cared to admit.

"If you're allowed to stare at me, I'm allowed to stare at you," I said.

"You got over your shyness pretty quick."

"Yeah, well... maybe I'm a slut after all."

"I'm not sure you really understand what that word means."

I went back to staring up at the ceiling, only watching my brother peripherally. The lack of direct observation relaxed him a little. After a moment to build up to it, Denver wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking it.

"Wow," I blurted without fully meaning to.

Denver flushed and looked away from me, but kept his hand going. "It's just masturbating. Nothing special."

"First time I've seen it in real life. That's kinda special."

"And is it what you always dreamed it would be?"

"As shocking as this will no doubt sound, I've never actually had much interest in imagining what it would be like."

"Really? Never?"

"You're my brother, dude. Why would I?"

Denver was silent, except for the faint, hard to describe sound of his self-pleasure. I was torn between watching his face, and sneaking peeks at his lap. Something about his expression gave the impression of guilt.

"You've thought about me doing that, haven't you?" I said.

"Maybe."

"To you, or to myself?"

Again, my brother's reluctant hesitation dragged for longer than I liked. I wanted answers, damn it.

"Both," he said.

I squeezed my thighs together as a sudden thrill of naughtiness overtook me. I wasn't sure why Denver thinking about me masturbating excited me so much, but it did. And if he thought about me playing with him....

Before I had a chance to chicken out, I stretched out my arm. I had to shift a little closer to my brother to get my hand to his lap properly. I refused to actually look as my fingers bumped into his. His hand had stopped moving as soon as he realized I was reaching for him.

"Relly?"

"You've thought about it, right?" I said, trying to keep my voice level.

"Yeah, but you haven't."

"I'm thinking about it now."

"That's not the same thing."

For a moment I thought he'd refuse me. I felt simultaneously hurt and relieved at the impending rejection. Then, he let go of his cock. I either had to back down, or do what I'd implied I would. After taking a deep breath, I wrapped my fingers around my brother's fully hard penis.

"Oh fuck," Denver whispered.

I kind of agreed with him. Granted, I'm sure it felt much, much nicer for him than it did for me. It was, however, the first cock I'd ever held in my hand. I tried my best not to think about how it was Denver's. That was a mental tussle for another time.

It surprised me just how hard and soft the penis was at the same time. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was perfectly rigid, yet flexible and padded. If ever there was an object or body part made for gripping, this was it.

"That's not so bad," I said.

"Well that's... good?"

"It's kinda nice."

Denver visibly relaxed. "Yeah? Not freaking you out?"

"Pff. I can handle a penis."

Denver snorted unexpectedly. "Seems so."

It took me a moment to realize what I'd inadvertently said. "Mentally. Not... oh, shut up. You know what I meant."

"Still funny."

I squeezed harder on Denver's shaft for a second; not enough to really hurt, I assumed, but enough to chastise him a little. That was the intent, anyway. He just moaned like he liked it.

"Does that actually feel good?"

Denver looked at me quizzically. "Yeah. Why?"

"I dunno. Thought you were delicate down there."

"I mean, kinda. Balls are, for sure. Dicks are pretty good at taking beatings, though. You'd have to get a lot rougher than that."

"Huh."

I tightened my grip up again. "So that's good?"

"Mmhm."

My initial reservations were dissipating rapidly. I found that I was watching what I was doing and felt neither freaked out nor disgusted. It was actually quite fascinating to me the way Denver's cock moved and felt as I slid my hand up and down a little.

"So just like that?"

"Yeah. More, though."

"I know. I've seen it done. I gotta go pretty fast at the end, right?"

"Right."

I didn't bother picking up any speed right away. I kept toying with Denver's erect cock for a bit, purely for my own education. Eventually I gave in, as I knew I must sooner or later.

"Ok," I said. "Lie back."

Denver made a disappointed sound as I released his cock. I ignored it and set about positioning myself correctly. If I was going to really do this, I needed to be comfortable and have a good view.

My brother seemed a little uncomfortable and awkward in his reclined position. I couldn't really blame him. His erection poked straight up from his body, and was about as on display as it could get. Meanwhile, there I was peering at it like a scientist examining a new specimen.

"Don't just look," Denver said.

"Why? You shy or something?"

Denver shifted uncomfortably. "No."

"You're acting kinda shy."

"Whatever. Just do it already, or I will."

Even though it wasn't really the position I wanted, having such power over my brother was exciting in its own way. He needed me in a way that I definitely wasn't used to. I could give him sexual pleasure, or nothing at all. It was my choice entirely.

Luckily for Denver, I was still curious and still learning. I wrapped my small fingers around his warm, hard shaft. It pulsed in my hand; the rhythm of my brother's heart transferred indirectly to me. With a slow but growing confidence, I stroked him as he lay prone beneath me.

"Does it feel better when a girl does it?" I asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think it must. Someone else's touch always feels better than your own. At least with, like, hugs and head scratchies and stuff."

"And when I touch you?"

I bit my lip, then nodded. I hoped I wasn't blushing too badly. "That too."

I wasn't sure how long it went on. I certainly didn't get bored, and Denver probably would have let me play with him all day. Sometimes I moved slowly and simply watched my fingers in their short, looping course. Other times, I went hard and fast, and tried to get him off with varying degrees of determination.

In the end, I was successful. It kind of snuck up on me. One moment Denver was lounging under my lavish attention, the next he was moaning and tensing up. Even though I knew what was supposed to eventually happen, it still caught me by surprise when a small jet of white stuff exploded from the cock I'd been stroking.

I squealed in shock as the hot liquid landed partly on my fingers. After a second, I recovered and giggled at my own girliness.

"Oh shit," Denver whispered.

"Was it good?"

He nodded. "Uh huh. You can, like, let go now, though. I'm done."

I uncurled my fingers, fully conscious of the cum sticking to them and my brother's cock. Denver's whole middle region was a haphazard mess.

"Sorry," I said. "Boys get sensitive afterward, don't they?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Got it."

My hand was streaked with cum. I opened and closed my fingers a few times and turned my wrist a few different angles. The sticky strands all over my skin made me feel dirty, but in a good way. It was also a nice confirmation that I hadn't fucked up my first handjob.

"You can go get cleaned up first if you want," Denver said.

"Nah, you go ahead," I said distractedly.

"You sure?"

"Sure I'm sure. I'm not done playing yet."

I rubbed my thumb against the pad of my finger. The cum made my digits slide together with hardly any friction.

"Ok, that's weird," Denver said.

"Shut up. I just jerked you off you... jerk. Don't be making fun of me."

"I'm not. It's just interesting the difference in you when you're horny and when you're not. Like when you're--"

"Shut up!"

I reached over and grabbed a pillow with my clean hand. I got a good swing, and it caught Denver full in the face with a satisfying dead-centre hit. He just smirked at the sudden, soft violence.

"I'm not teasing," he insisted.

"Yeah, I don't buy that."

"I promise I'm not. I kinda like you like this."

"Like what, exactly? In a mood to jerk you off?"

"Partly, sure. Also, the way you're entranced by my cum."

I reached for the second pillow. Denver hopped off the bed and dodged toward the doorway. I didn't bother trying to hit him from range.

"Don't make me sound gross," I said.

"I'm not."

"I did a nice thing for you, didn't I?"

"You did."

"And now you're picking on me."

"I'm... oh, forget it. I'm going to hit the shower. You lost your chance to get it first."

"Whatever. Get out of here."

Denver paused halfway through the doorway. "Ok, I'm going, but I just want to be clear that this is my room. You can't really-- oh come on!"

My second throw had flown surprisingly true for a half-assed, one-handed attempt. It caught Denver in the stomach, which normally wouldn't have counted for much. In this case, it meant his pillow got slightly messy from rubbing on him. It was sufficient revenge.

"Beat it," I said.

Denver rolled his eyes and left his pillow where it lay. "Fine." He turned to leave, then called over his shoulder. "Thanks for the handjob, Relly."

"I'm gonna start throwing heavy things soon!"

Only when I was sure Denver was gone did I let a wide, goofy smile take over my face. I'd really done it. Made my brother cum. It was kinda fucked up, sure, but I felt so good. It was exhilarating. He'd actually thanked me for fuck's sake.

Riding my high while it lasted, I licked a small patch of skin just above my knuckle. The taste was salty, and somewhat bitter. Not disgusting, but not really something I'd ever be interested in eating if it wasn't so sexual. I took another lick. I decided I could probably handle a mouthful of it if I had to. I flushed as I realized the implications of my own line of thought. Luckily Denver wasn't there to see me blushing. Then I'd really have had to hit him with something.

****

Dinner was a bit weird. I couldn't keep my eyes or my thoughts off of Denver. He seemed to be looking at me more than usual as well. It was probably a normal reaction to me jerking him off, and maybe I would have felt the same had he been any other boy. If he'd been someone else, though, I wouldn't have had to make it through a family meal with him so soon afterward.

Mom and Dad didn't seem to have any kind of clue what was going on. How could they, really? How would any parent ever suspect sexual misconduct between their children? Even so, it made me feel both nervous and terribly clever sitting with them and their ignorance. Like I'd pulled off a bank heist and was sitting down to tea with the local police chief.

I was happy enough to leave the dinner table and retreat to my room afterward. However, it just about gave me a heart attack when Dad caught up with me in the hallway.

"Hey, Relly?"

I froze and tried to keep my expression calm, and perhaps mildly curious. "Yeah, Dad?"

"I, uh, found something strange going on lately."

Oh shit.

"What's that, Daddy?"

I made my eyes big and clasped my hands behind my back. If somehow Dad was actually onto us, I needed to play my most innocent little girl act of my life. He couldn't know anything, not for certain, or I was sure he and Mom would be confronting me together.

Dad sighed. "Don't 'daddy' me, Relly. You know that's cheating."

I tried out a hopeful smile. He was joking a little. That was a good sign.

"Sorry. What's up?"

"Well... let's just say the liquor cabinet's been drying out quicker than expected."

"Oh, uh--"

Dad held up a hand. "I don't mind you and Denver getting into it now and then. It's much easier on my nerves than you going out and getting drunk at parties with people I've never met. Just... don't go overboard, ok? And don't let your mother find out you're sneaking drinks whenever you want."

I felt the tension drain from my shoulders. My smile became genuine, though tinged with relief. "Sure thing, Daddy."

Dad rolled his eyes, but I saw his lips twitch. He liked it way too much when I acted innocent and cutesy. He was right; it was cheating.

I strolled away to my room, my heart all the lighter for knowing Denver and I remained undiscovered. Not that we'd taken any major risks, in my opinion, but the encounter reinforced the need to be careful.

****

It was getting pretty late that night before Denver showed up. I'd taken up residence in the living room to watch some Netflix with the lights off, as per my usual. I hoped my brother would come and hang out with me, all the while trying to convince myself it was ok if he didn't.

"Wasn't sure you were coming," I said.

I winced a little as Denver flicked the lights on. He sat close to me, but not quite touching.

"Phrasing," said Denver.

"What? Oh. Because I said coming, which sounds like... yeah. Alright. Very funny."

Neither of us laughed.

"I can't stop thinking about it," Denver said quietly. "Is that weird?"

I shrugged. "How the hell would I know?"

"Yeah, but... it's pretty crazy, right?"

"It is. I've been thinking about it a lot too. And about you generally."

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh."

I was missing vital plot points in my show. I diverted part of my attention to catching up, then decided it wasn't worth it. All I wanted to think about was my brother. It was no good pretending otherwise.

"I think I want to try doing it again sometime," I said without looking at Denver. I tried to sound casual, but I wasn't sure I succeeded.

"I could live with that," Denver said.

I snickered, and it turned into a full giggling fit. "Yeah. I bet you could."

Denver didn't laugh, but it was a near thing. He seemed a little too stuck in his own head; maybe more so than me, even. It was hard to know.

I leaned into my brother and snuggled against his shoulder. After a moment, he slipped his arm free and wrapped it around me. I felt better and more sure of myself when he held me like that. It was a nice compromise between normal sibling behaviour and our new found perversion. In some ways, it was all I really wanted.

For a while, I kind of just got lost in the moment. There was the tv, my brother's warmth, and no anxieties or concerns distracting me. It was a calm, easy-going way to end the day. At least it was until Denver slipped his hand from my shoulder and casually palmed my breast. Then it became something else entirely.

I waited to see if Denver would acknowledge his inappropriate handling of my body. He didn't. He simply felt me up and occasionally toyed with my nipple like it was the most natural thing in the world. Being used that way gave me secret little thrills all the way up my spine.

The one downside to sitting quietly and letting my brother's fingers roam was it left me feeling increasingly horny without allowing for any sort of release. It was very distracting and got me thinking some quite naughty things. My stupid brother just kept playing with my chest and ignoring my other needs that he was only adding to.

Somehow I made it to the end of the episode without moving or speaking. Denver didn't let on that he'd even been touching me, let alone making my panties all damp. It was the perfect time to make a move of some kind, if only I had any idea what it would be.

"I gotta take a piss," Denver said as he pulled his arm away and stood up.

I sighed. So much for the moment. It was probably just as well. It gave me a chance to cool down and get back some control of the situation. Getting teased for minutes on end without any real payoff just wasn't going to cut it.

While Denver was gone, I stripped down to my shirt and panties. I shoved my extra clothes behind my side of the couch where they wouldn't be seen. I then curled up with my feet under me and my butt sticking out slightly toward Denver's side. My expression shifted to one of perfect nonchalance as I pretended not to just be waiting for my brother's return.

Denver faltered ever so slightly when he reentered the room. I liked knowing exactly where he was looking without having to watch his eyes. He was still facing me as he sat down.

"What do you think?" I asked. "Shall we get in an episode of Gilmore Girls?"

"Yeah. Sure."

I turned my face to hide a betraying smile. Denver could hardly have sounded any less invested in what we watched, or perhaps even if we watched anything at all. I 'accidentally' shifted in my seat in a way that stuck my butt even more prominently toward him. It was actually kind of an uncomfortable position, but it wasn't so bad for a little while.

The episode started, and initially it distracted the both of us. A part of my mind was always on my brother, however, and I suspected the same was true for him.

"I keep thinking about earlier," Denver said.

"Earlier when?"

"You know when."

"Oh. That earlier. Good or bad thoughts?"

"Good. Definitely good."

"You know I'm not just going to do that for you all the time or anything."

"Well of course not all the time."

I gave Denver a Look. "If you're too much of a brat about it, maybe not at all."

"Perish the thought."

Denver grabbed my ankles. I squealed as I was dragged bodily across the couch. My butt ended up almost in my brother's lap, and my shirt got pulled up over my tummy. I grumbled and made a show of tugging my shirt back into place.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing."

He reached for my panties. At first I let him, mostly out of curiosity, but he pulled at the waistband like he wanted to de-panty me. I had to slap his hand away.

"Behave."

"Hm... no. Don't think I will, actually."

Denver reached again, and again I swatted his hand. He jabbed a finger in my side instead, and soon I was giggling like crazy and trying to fend off his attacks from all angles.

"Stop it, you goof!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop... touching me."

Denver arched an eyebrow. "No touching?"

"Well... a little's ok. Within reason."

Denver rested his hands on my legs. I kept my guard up for a moment before relaxing as well.

"Within reason, huh?" he said.

"That's right."

"And what does that mean, exactly?"

"You know. Be reasonable."

"Why is it not reasonable to take your panties off?"

A thrill ran up my spine. I tried to hide it, but my tensing muscles might have given it away. It was so crazy that my brother would ask me that kind of question. Crazy, and more than a little exciting.

"I'm your sister, doofus. You're not supposed to see what's under my panties."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Seriously."

I glared levelly at Denver, trying to act like I meant it. In truth, his insistence on seeing my pussy turned me on way, way too much. It was so very wrong. So naughty.

It was essentially harmless, I told myself. He'd felt me already, and I'd jerked him off only that afternoon. Seeing under my panties wasn't any worse, really. Probably it wasn't, anyway. There was enough uncertainty to add that little bit of exquisite anxiety to my thoughts.

Denver grabbed my panties again while I was deep in thought. I quickly squeezed my thighs together, but didn't swat at his hands. I glared fiercely as he pulled with a steady, increasing pressure. My underwear slipped downward as I pretended to be unable to stop him.

Denver stopped pulling nearly so hard once he reached my mid-thigh. His eyes were locked on my bared slit, an awed expression on his face. I flushed and relaxed my legs, allowing my panties to be removed entirely. His gaze was so intense that I couldn't even look at him. The mix of embarrassment and lust within me was too potent for me to handle.

"You're missing the show," I said.

"So what?"

My brother's adventurous fingers glided up the inside of my leg. I paused the episode on the tv as an excuse not to acknowledge what he was up to.

"You won't appreciate the episode properly if you don't pay attention."

"Yeah, you're right. I should pay proper attention."

I doubted if Denver could see anything in the room other than my naked lower half. The only things he was paying attention to were my naughty bits. I was halfway sprawled across my brother's lap, with his hand closing in on forbidden territory, and all I did was lay there waiting.

I bit my lip and tensed involuntarily as Denver reached the outskirts of my pussy. His fingers were a whisper of skin across my delicate flesh. It took serious self-control not to buck my hips into his hand. His touch was so light as to be taunting.

"You have a very beautiful pussy," Denver said.

"Oh my god! Shut up."

"That was a compliment."

"I know. But... goddamn, Den. You shouldn't say that about me."

"Right, right. Because you're my sister and implying that you're a sexual being is somehow wrong of me."

"It is wrong. You know that as well as I do."

"And touching you isn't?"

I looked away. "I tried to stop you."

"No you didn't."

He was right. I didn't. It was all a pretense, because for some reason it helped me feel better about everything.

"I should stop you, though," I said quietly. "Should have stopped this when it first started, really."

"Maybe." Denver ran two fingers up either side of my wet slit. "Would you like me to stop?"

Denver used just enough pressure, just close enough to my actual sensitive areas, that there was no way in hell I could seriously tell him to fuck off. He seemed all too aware of it as well.

"Whatever," I said. "You're the one being bad. Not me."

"Heh. I'd like to figure out the acrobatics that go on in your head some days. I think it'd be very interesting."

I looked back at Denver. He had the most irritatingly attractive crooked smile on his face as our gazes met. His fingers kept me right on the edge of sexual captivation, and just on the wrong side of proper sanity. He knew exactly what he was doing.

My brother's touch lingered for too long. He wouldn't quite make contact with my slit or, more importantly, my throbbing clit. I let him take my panties off, I gave him basically free access to my pussy, yet still he did no more than tease me.

"Maybe it's ok if you touch me," I whispered.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Maybe I did. Could you say it louder, just to be sure?"

I glared at Denver. He merely flashed me a face full of smug innocence. I pulled back my knee and drove a heel into his thigh.

"Don't be a dick."

Denver chuckled as he rubbed at his leg. "That actually kind of hurt."

"Yeah, well... what did you expect?"

"What indeed."

Denver pushed me away, and I was about to protest that I hadn't kicked him that hard, but he still wasn't upset, and didn't appear to be leaving. Instead, he got on the floor on his knees. He pulled my legs around so that I was facing forward properly. It made me feel small and delicate when he moved me so easily. I kind of loved it.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He didn't answer. I gasped as Denver pulled my butt to the edge of the cushion, then buried his face between my thighs.

"Oh shit!"

I was taken by nearly-complete surprise. Denver's tongue was on me with no preamble or hesitation. The soft teasing of his fingers was replaced by rough, eager licking. His saliva mixed with my own moisture, and my clit was wetly rasped over and over again.

I bit my bottom lip and curled my toes at the amazing and unexpected attentions. My fingers tangled in Denver's hair as though it was the most natural place in the world for them. I'd expected a gentle, experimental fingering from my brother, not for him to eat me out like we were new, insatiable lovers. Though in some ways, that wasn't far off.

"That feels so good," I whispered huskily.

If Denver had tried to say anything back, sexy or snarky, I would have held his head right where it was. He didn't, so my grip remained relaxed.

I stroked Denver's hair as he licked my little pussy. It was a luxurious feeling, one I became used to faster than I imagined I would. It should have been terribly weird and wicked having my brother's tongue exploring every facet of my most intimate area. Instead, it felt natural and good in ways I could easily become addicted to.

"I notice you're not protesting at all anymore," Denver said.

"Shush. Keep going."

Denver fought my attempts at smashing his mouth into my pussy. "I'm just saying--"

"Dennn-verrr," I whined.

My legs wrapped naturally around his shoulders. With their help I held him close enough to render speech much more difficult. His breath was sharp on my saliva-wetted skin. After a short moment, his tongue came back out to play.

It was impossible for me to say how long Denver worked away between my legs. Time didn't hold quite the same meaning when my clit was being relentlessly rasped and flicked. All I knew was I loved every minute of it.

"Oh my goddd, Denverrr," I moaned in my softest voice.

His tongue, his constant tongue. Amid the immensely pleasure it brought, my orgasm snuck up on me in a way it never had when I was taking care of myself. I came harder and deeper than I ever had before. My brother, my own brother, brought me a better feeling than any in my life.

Denver was smirking up at me when my eyes rolled back into focus. His self-satisfaction didn't bother me this time. He'd earned it.

"Come here," I said.

He tilted his head and his eyebrows dipped slightly, but he put his hands on the couch and leaned toward me. I put a hand on my brother's cheek and gave him a soft kiss that was right on the verge of being too long. The taste on his lips must have been mine. I didn't mind it in the moment.

"You liked it then," Denver said.

"Maybe I did."

"Heh. Yeah. Maybe." Denver studied my eyes. "You taste good, you know."

I patted his cheek. "I'm not even going to kick you for saying that."

"Well there. I really must have done good." He looked down. "I could do it again, if you want."

I smiled and shook my head. "Not right now. I feel good, and I'm not freaking out about what I just let you do. I'd like to hold onto that for a while."

"Fair enough."

Denver sat back on the couch. I immediately cuddled up to him. I pulled his arm around my shoulders and made him hold me. We didn't watch any more shows, and I didn't bother covering up, I just sat and felt my brother's warmth against me. It was nice.

****

I awoke to my alarm the next morning, the same as any other day. I dragged my corpse out of bed, scoured my body in the shower, and selected a suitable outfit. My feet thumped disproportionately loudly down the stairs.

My parents were both in the kitchen. Dad had his coffee, Mom her tea. They appeared mildly surprised to see me. I couldn't figure out why. I wasn't ungodly early or anything.

"Coffee left?" I mumbled.

Dad nodded to the machine. "Sure. Pretty fresh still."

The smell enticed my senses to something slightly nearer alertness. I carefully poured a mugful and sweetened it appropriately.

"You're up awfully early," Mom said. "Big plans?"

"M'not early. S'the same time I 'lways get up." I sipped the slightly-too-hot coffee. "You know, for school?"

Mom and Dad exchanged a glance. It worried me.

"Sweetie, it's Saturday."

My shoulders slumped. I set my mug in the sink and trudged back the way I came. "Goddammit."

Mom gave me a Look, but thankfully didn't chastise me. "Stay, Relly. I'll get you some breakfast."

"No thanks. Back to bed."

"Don't be ridiculous. You're already up. What would you like?"

"More sleep, please. A side of carefree dreams, perhaps."

"Relly...."

I waved over my shoulder as I disappeared from sight. The last thing I heard was Dad failing to stifle a chuckle.

My bed didn't have the heavenly feel of first waking up and realizing I didn't have to leave it yet, but it was still nice to crawl back in. I didn't truly hope to get more sleep. That seemed unlikely now that I'd been up and about. I felt a bit stupid wasting my Saturday sleep-in time like that. Still, lazing away an hour or two was a luxury I intended to seize.

I drifted in and out of full consciousness for a while. I never quite made it properly back to sleep, but I successfully lazed around like a teenager with no responsibilities. Which, of course, I was.

My door opened with a slow, quiet swoosh. There had been no audible footsteps, nor so much as a courtesy knock beforehand. Only the faint sound of socked feet padding across my floor let me track the continued approach.

"You're up early," I said without opening my eyes.

The mattress sank under my brother's weight as he sat on the edge of it. He pulled the covers, but I remained motionless.

"So were you, it seems," Denver said. "Dare I ask why you're in bed fully clothed?"

I cracked my eyes just enough to see his face. "You already know, don't you?"

Denver smiled. "Yeah, I do. Mom and Dad thought it was quite a funny story."

"Ugh. Stupid family."

"Hey, now. That was uncalled for."

"Excessive, perhaps, but certainly called for."

I closed my eyes and shifted a bit to get comfortable. Denver didn't say anything for a moment. I imagined he was just sitting there watching me, marveling at my beauty. I was probably only half right.

The mattress creaked softly as Denver leaned toward me. His fingers went to my waist, and I couldn't help a small grin as he undid my pants and tugged them downward.

"You're brave," I said. "You left the door open and everything."

"Mom and Dad went out for a walk. It's just us for a while."

"Really?"

"Yep. Mom's idea, I believe. Walks are very good for you, you know."

"So I'm told."

My pants surrendered without a fuss. My socks went next. Denver glided a hand back up one of my legs to my hip.

"I should have gotten here earlier, while you were still sleeping for real," Denver said.

"Ha. Like you could even wake up that early."

"I might, if I felt like it was worth it."

"Do I even want to know why you'd think it was worth it?"

"Probably not."

Denver rolled me onto my front. The mattress shifted yet again as he crawled up behind me. My heart beat fast and heavy in anticipation. I didn't know what he was up to, but I had no doubt it was pure naughtiness of one kind or another.

"I like these panties," Denver said. "They look cute on you."

"Oh really?"

"Mmhm."

"You're telling me my underwear is what you're appreciating right now?"

"Maybe something else too."

"Yeah. That's what I thought."

I wiggled in satisfaction at the knowledge that Denver was totally checking out my butt. I grabbed my pillow and hugged it a little closer.

As I anticipated, Denver's hands ran up the back of my thighs right to my ass. He cupped it in both his palms for a moment. I enjoyed the small squeeze he gave just before releasing.

"You have such a nice butt," he said.

"Shush."

"Well it's true."

I hid my face to prevent any trace of my smile or blush from escaping. In spite of that, I stuck my ass up ever so slightly toward my brother. I wanted a little more play time. Just a little.

Denver tugged at my panties. I knew he would sooner or later. I would have been a lot more comfortable keeping them on for a while. If anything, I was more anxious about him seeing me from behind than from the front. I had no idea if that was normal or not.

"Wow," Denver said.

I squirmed uncomfortably. "Wow what?"

My panties slid the rest of the way down my legs and off my feet. Denver pushed my thighs apart and leaned in closer. I really wasn't overly happy with him looking that closely.

"What are you gawking at?" I demanded.

"What do you think? There's really only one thing back here to stare at."

"Fucking perv."

I tried to close my legs, but Denver didn't let me. I tried to roll over, and he didn't let me do that either.

"Really nice," Denver murmured barely audibly.

His fingertips brushed my ass cheek. They traveled down right into the cleft in the middle.

"Ok, don't," I said.

"Don't what?"

"Seriously, Den. Don't touch me there."

"Why not?"

"'Cause... 'cause it's weird. And dirty."

"You were totally cool with catching me doing weird butt stuff. Now suddenly you're not?"

"I don't care what you do to yourself, you idiot. Doing it to me's totally different."

"I see."

Denver ran his fingers contemplatively over the swell of my ass. He didn't quite touch my butthole, but he came dangerously close. I was torn between wanting to shut him down entirely, and just giving in to what he wanted. He had that kind of effect on me lately.

"So I can touch your pussy?" Denver asked.

My heart beat faster. "You shouldn't," I said. "But yes."

"But not here?" he asked as he poked my asshole with a single digit.

"Den!"

"Just checking."

I tried to kick my brother, but I didn't have a good angle on him. "Don't do that. It's gross."

"Is it?"

"Of course it is."

"I don't think so. I think maybe you're just not comfortable with parts of your own body."

"Certainly not that part. But that's beside the point."

"Don't think it is, actually." Denver leaned down further, until I actually felt his breath caress my bottom. "Just to reassure you, everything back here is perfectly beautiful."

"Nooooo...."

Denver kissed each of my ass cheeks, just a simple little peck, then spread them apart. My brain refused to acknowledge what was coming, but sure enough he planted a kiss right in the middle as well.

"Dennn-verrr. Dooonnn't"

I wriggled and squirmed, but admittedly didn't actually try to get away. My brother's tongue flicked across my butthole, then took a longer stroke across the length of my ass crack.

"That's dirty," I protested.

"It's very clean, actually. Like you just showered."

"Still, though."

Denver ignored me. He licked some more at what I considered the least lickable part of my body. He wouldn't do it if he didn't want to, and there was certainly no sign that he found it at all disgusting, but it still took me a while to relax.

"Does it really taste ok?" I asked quietly.

He licked a few more times. "It tastes like you."

I reached back and gave his head a gentle smack. "That's not an answer."

"I like the taste of you."

"Ugh. You doofus."

I wrapped my arms tightly around my pillow and held it to my face. This was happening, whether I believed it was enjoyable for my brother or not.

After a while, I realized I didn't really mind the physical sensations themselves. It was actually kind of a nice feeling; luxurious and sensual. Not the lust-inducing thrill of having my pussy played with by any means, but still sexual and loving in its own way. It was mostly my own limited experience and values that made me resist.

"What is it with you and butts anyway?" I asked.

Denver paused my anal tongue-bath. "I like 'em. That's all."

"It's more than like. This is getting to be an obsession."

"How is this possibly an obsession?"

"Well, you know. Playing with yourself all the time, now trying to play with me...."

Denver traced a finger across the valley of my ass. He circled my butthole in a lazy spiral. "First off, even if that was true, it wouldn't necessarily indicate an obsession. Secondly, I absolutely do not do weird things to myself all the time."

"Sure you don't. I suppose you're going to tell me your lady-friend on the internet made you do it. You're just a helpless soul trapped in her web of perversion."

"Something like that, actually."

"Bullshit."

"No, seriously. She said the only way she'd play with her ass for me was if I did the same for her. I don't think she actually expected me to agree, mind you."

"I actually don't know if that makes it better or worse."

Denver's fingertip pressed dangerously against my asshole. I knew enough to know that tensing up was a bad idea if he planned to go any further, but that didn't mean I could help myself. Fortunately, he didn't actually penetrate me.

"Doesn't make it anything, necessarily," Denver said.

"It means you'll do things you don't want to just to get your perv on. That seems a little bad."

"I've never done anything I didn't want to. Just... stuff that I wouldn't have without motivation, perhaps."

"Well that's--"

"And I think you'll find you're much the same as me in that regard."

"Am not!"

"Relly, c'mon. What do you think is happening right now?"

My brother's finger slid inside me ever so slightly. He'd lulled me to the point where I didn't resist the intrusion, and once he was in I found I didn't really mind it.

"You're the one being bad," I insisted. "Don't blame any of this on me."

"Not blaming. Just saying."

Denver slid his free hand down to my pussy. That was what I wanted. I lifted my hips for him in the faint hope that he'd leave my butt alone and just play with my actual sexy area.

He was kind of right though. I was putting up with some stuff I would have preferred not to for the promise of the things I wanted. It was possible I was just as pervy as my brother, in my own way, and maybe even a bit slutty after all.

"Your ass is so tight," Denver whispered.

"Oh my goddd. Shut up."

I resisted my urge to roll over and kick Denver. He was rubbing my wet little slit now, and a vicious foot assault might dissuade him from continuing.

Denver's lone finger wiggled in my butthole. Occasionally it wormed in even deeper, but he didn't seem like he was trying to force it or anything. He was just trying out a new toy, I supposed. One that could fight back if he got too rough with it.

It was still weird and gross having my ass fingered, or so I maintained internally. Having my clit played with made my boundaries a little fuzzier than they would otherwise have been.

"I notice you're not complaining too much anymore," Denver said.

"Shut up. You're being gross," I said purely for form's sake.

"I think maybe you actually like this."

"Don't."

"No? You don't like your brother fingering you?"

I drew a sharp breath and clutched my pillow tighter. I mumbled something deliberately incomprehensible back.

"What was that?" Denver asked.

"Nothing. Just stop talking, would you?"

"Sure thing."

Denver pulled his finger out of my ass. It was immediately replaced by his tongue. I probably should have seen that coming.

I was somewhat used to the sensation of having my ass licked this time around. Enough so that I was able to mostly ignore it and focus on the delicious little circles being traced on my pussy. Denver's anal tongue-assault provided something of a background for the main event, and somehow it kind of worked for me. It was hedonistically decadent, the sort of thing that a girl like me shouldn't know about.

My poor pillow was never going to be the same again. The squeezing, biting, and drooling it endured were the stuff of horrific tortures. It was my one constant reassurance as my horizons were irrevocably broadened.

After a while I forgot about my attempts at feigning either disgust or nonchalance as the moment called for. Absolutely everything Denver did began to feel good. Every movement of his tongue and fingers struck a note of pleasure within me. He toyed with me, licked me, fingered me until I was a horny, compliant mess. I had no protest left in me, not even when it came to the ass-play.

I came all over his hand. His efforts were rewarded with vigorous, yet muffled moans and a fair amount of writhing in ecstasy. A second orgasm quickly followed the first when he failed to let up even a little. By the third I had to shove at him with my foot until he finally relented.

I rolled onto my side and curled up defensively. Denver sat by my legs, smiling in lazy self-satisfaction. I couldn't begrudge him his excess of pride in this instance.

"Seems like you liked it after all," he said.

"I did," I replied quietly.

Denver seemed surprised at my easy admission. "No petulant arguments?"

I shrugged. "It was nice. What do you want from me?"

"Well--"

"Bearing in mind that I'm all sexied out now."

"Ouch. Just gonna take what you want and kick me out, huh?"

"I think you'll find that you took what you wanted, and not vice versa."

"Yeah, but...." Denver stopped and looked thoughtful. "Shit. You're kinda right."

"Damn straight I am."

I could see my brother's cock straining in his pants. It would have been obvious he'd be hard, even if the evidence wasn't so visible. It was kind of mean of me not to help him out with that. Part of me almost hoped he'd strip down and make me jerk him off or something. I actually shivered a little at the thought of what 'or something' might mean.

"Guess I'll just have to wait, then," Denver said easily.

I smiled wryly. "Good brother."

I beckoned Denver closer with my finger. He arched an eyebrow, but leaned in anyway. I gave him a soft kiss, then pushed him away again.

"You know where my mouth's been don't you?" he said.

"Den?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut the hell up."

****

I lazed around the house for the rest of the morning. Denver went off somewhere doing... whatever it was he did on weekends. I was kind of annoyed with myself at how often I checked to see if he was back yet. I should have just jerked him off while he was in my room. It would have provided closure of a sort.

Mom and Dad took a while getting back from their walk. That probably just meant they'd stopped to visit with one of the neighbours along the way. Although the fact that they immediately went to their room upon returning may have indicated something else entirely. For the sake of my fragile psyche, I tried not to think too hard about that one.

It was just as well they'd been preoccupied for longer than expected, in a practical sense. It had been totally, completely crazy for Denver not to shut the door before molesting me. Once the moment wore off and I regained my regular senses of caution and consequences, it was much more evident to me how fortunate we'd been. I could only imagine what our parents would have said if they'd returned and walked by my room at the wrong time.

Still, all was well. I had plenty of time to just chill and process, which was good. I would have had more if Mom hadn't taken issue with me sprawling across the couch for a large chunk of the day.

"So you moved from your bed to the couch, I see," Mom said.

"Very well spotted," I replied with a total lack of shame.

"You shouldn't waste your weekends like this."

"Who's wasting anything? I'm spending my time the way I want to."

Mom's hands went to her hips. "At least get outside the house for a while."

"Why? What's out there? Anything new that I haven't seen a million times before?"

"Relly...."

I sighed, making sure it was loud enough to register. "Yes, mother."

She glared at me, but I'd technically conceded the point so she didn't press it any further. Mind you, if I didn't actually move at some point, there'd be hell to pay.

Once Mom left, I pulled out my phone and called up Fay.

"Hey, girl," she said. "What's up? Just getting out of bed?"

I snorted. "My sleeping habits aren't quite as atrocious as yours are, actually."

"Right, right. Let me guess then; you're bored to tears and need me to rescue you?"

"Close. Mom thinks I shouldn't spend all weekend lying on the couch watching either cartoons or the ceiling."

"The very nerve. And she calls herself a mother. Tsk tsk."

"Yes, alright. Don't you start on me too. I know I'm being a lazy bitch." I rolled my eyes. "So what are you up to today?"

"Oh, nothing much yet. Got a date tonight, so I have to get ready for that at some point."

"Ooh, new guy?"

"Sorta. David, this guy I met a couple weeks ago. This'll be our second proper date. Did I not mention him before?"

"Don't think so. But don't worry, I'm sure it's just because he's so wonderful, and you're so very smitten that you--"

"Oh shut up, you wicked bitch," Fay said, even as she failed to fully hold back her giggling. "He's nice, and cute, and--"

"And you'll probably never see him again after tonight," I finished for her. "You don't do well at long term commitments."

"That's... annoyingly possible, actually. But to be fair, you're kind of my long term commitment already." Fay's voice dropped into pseudo-serious mode. "Relly, I never told you this, but I've been in love with you from the moment we met. I've just been waiting for the right time to--"

I snickered. "Oh fuck off."

"--tell you. I want to have your babies, and live in a big house with sixteen puppies, and--"

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry I said the thing about your commitment issues, alright?"

"But my love...."

I was fully giggling. "Yeah, yeah. Just swing by and pick me up some time soon-ish, would you." (next Chap 3)
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