Chapitre 3792: SHARING MY BED
"Emily, don't forget Jeff and Stephanie are going to be here soon," my mother called as I headed to my room. "You need to clean up your room so we can put a mattress on the floor for your cousin."
"Yes mom," I called back, repressing a sigh.
It wasn't that I didn't like having my older brother and cousin around, I had actually been looking forward to seeing them. It was just that growing up they had always seemed to like spending time with each other more than me. It wasn't like they ignored me, they let me hang out with them and everything, but I often got the feeling that I was intruding somehow. The way mom had been going on about their visit just reminded me of those feelings of being left out.
I sometimes mentally blamed it on the age difference, I was about two years younger than they were while they were only about a month apart. It wasn't such a big deal these days mind you, me at eighteen and them at twenty was not as significant a gap as when we were younger. There was nothing I could do at this point though, they had been really close growing up and had moved into an apartment together after high school; there was just no way I could compete.
Still, it would be nice to have them around for a few days. They didn't live particularly far away, but far enough that I hardly got to see them anymore. I had been toying with the idea of finding a place closer to them when I moved out. Being eighteen and almost done school all I could think about was finally getting a place of my own, even if it was just a tiny apartment somewhere.
I was distracted enough by my thoughts and cleaning up that I didn't even notice Jeff standing in the doorway until I happened to turn around. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed just watching me.
"Oh my god Jeff, how long have you been standing there?" I demanded.
"Couple minutes," he answered.
He had an amazing poker face when he wanted to, and he was giving no indication of what he was thinking. Even though I couldn't read his face I decided he probably wasn't up to anything. He must have just wanted to see how long it would take me to notice him. I stepped into his arms as he opened them for me and we hugged. I lingered a little longer than I usually would have; it had been a while since my last boyfriend and the contact with a guy felt good, even if he was my brother.
"Where's Steph?" I asked, finally releasing him.
"Downstairs, still talking." He wasn't always much for conversation either.
I gave him a light shove and he backed up, letting me past him in the hallway. I turned the corner to find Stephanie just reaching the top of stairs.
"Stephanie!" I hurried the last few steps and threw my arms around her.
"Hey Emmy," she replied. She pushed me back to arm length after a moment and looked me up and down. "You're getting bigger."
I gave her a confused look, "I don't think I'm any taller since last time you were here."
"I meant your boobs. They seem bigger."
I blushed and made sure Jeff wasn't within earshot. "Yeah, they've been growing some."
"They look nice."
Stephanie's last comment confused me a little, but I didn't worry about it for too long. She followed me back to my room and sat down on the bed cross-legged. Unlike Jeff, Stephanie loved talking and she kept me entertained while I finished cleaning up the room.
****
That night, after putting on my nightshirt, I settled in on the far side of my bed and waited for Stephanie to get back from the bathroom. We had gotten the mattress set up for her, but I didn't think she would actually use it. We always slept together in my bed when she stayed over, it had plenty of room and neither of us had a problem with sharing. Mom didn't seem to understand that though and I had given up trying to argue the point with her.
She closed the door and turned off the light before walking over to the bed and climbing in beside me. We stayed up for a while just talking and giggling before eventually falling asleep.
I woke sometime early in the morning and found that I had rolled onto my side facing away from Stephanie, and that at some point she had curled up behind me and draped her arm across me. I thought about shifting or waking her up, but it actually felt kind of nice and it wasn't doing any harm. I lay there for a while feeling the warmth of her body wrapped around me before drifting off again.
When I awoke the second time the sunlight was beginning to pour through the window and I knew I had to get up soon. I gently lifted Stephanie's arm and started to slide out, trying not to wake her.
"Mmph, don't go, you're so cuddly," she mumbled. She freed her arm from my grasp and wrapped it back around my waist, holding me tight.
"I gotta go to school Steph," I said, tugging at her wrist.
"Just five more minutes."
"Stepha-neeeeeee," I whined.
"Okay, okay." She pulled her arm off me and let me crawl over her to get off the bed.
I had a quick shower and grabbed some toast before just barely catching my bus. School was predictably tedious, made worse that day because I actually had a reason to want to get home afterward. The main thing that kept me from completely giving up on it was the knowledge that I only had to get through a few more months and then I was done.
****
Mom went to bed early that night, she had a rough day at work apparently. I stayed up for a while watching a movie with Jeff and Stephanie, then went to bed when it was over. Unlike them I still had to get up in the morning. Stephanie said she would be up before too long, but I fell asleep before then.
I woke up about an hour later and found the space next to me still empty. She might have fallen asleep downstairs on the couch, it had been known to happen.
I could have just stayed where I was, if Stephanie spent the night on the couch that was her own fault. At the same time, I had kind of been looking forward to spending another night with her. Much as I would protest if anyone accused me, part of me was hoping that she would cuddle up with me again.
I got out of bed and padded down the hall to the stairs. I would just check, just make sure where she was. If she was sleeping I would leave her be I told myself.
The lights were out in the living room, but as I entered the doorway I could make out Stephanie's head and shoulder silhouetted by the faint light of the TV. She was sitting sideways on the couch and seemed to be moving slightly, almost a rocking motion. She was breathing heavily and gave no indication of noticing me as I crept closer, but I couldn't figure out what she was doing.
I was about to say something when I realized that along with Stephanie's breathing I could hear someone else's. I had sudden suspicion what was going on, but I had to be wrong. There was no way they would be....
I snuck up to the side of the couch Stephanie was facing away from, I had to know for sure. I took a couple deep but quiet breaths to try and calm myself, then I peeked up over the arm of the couch.
She was naked, there was enough light that I had no doubt of that. Someone's legs were sticking out from under her as she rocked gently back and forth on top of them. Even though I couldn't see who they belonged to, I knew who it had to be.
I sank down to the floor, out of sight in case Stephanie turned around. I was so nervous my hands started shaking. What if they caught me? How was going to explain what I was doing sneaking around on the floor? I had to get out, back to my room. Just get back to my bed and go back to sleep, pretend I never saw anything.
Constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure Stephanie didn't see me as I snuck back out of the room proved to be a bad idea. I ran straight into the doorframe and my knee banged off the wall. I managed to hold back a curse, but even as I turned around I knew they had heard.
"Emmy?" Stephanie was staring at me, trying to figure out who I was in the darkness. Of course her first guess had been right, there were only so many people it could be.
Jeff sat up as well to look over the back of the couch, and as I stared stupidly back at the two of them it suddenly occurred to me that they probably weren't any happier about being caught than I was. I was just starting to process that they had actually been fucking, and it almost certainly wasn't the first time.
They were cousins, what the hell were they thinking? And why the hell did they think fucking on the couch was a good idea? That was almost asking to be caught.
"Em?" Jeff sounded confused, maybe even worried.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I'm sorry," I babbled. I wanted to run, to get out of there, but I couldn't make myself move.
"Em, you're not going to tell anyone are you?" Jeff asked.
Of course I wouldn't tell anyone, we had always kept each other's secrets growing up and I wasn't about tell on him now. Besides, who would I tell about something like this?
"N-no," I managed to say. It was hard to tell in the dark, but Jeff looked relieved.
My legs finally responded to my commands and I fled back to my bed, pulling the blanket over my head as I curled up into a ball. Stephanie came in a little while later and flopped down on the mattress beside the bed. I felt relieved that she hadn't decided to sleep on the bed beside me again; I wasn't sure how I would handle it given what I had just experienced.
****
"Morning," said Stephanie as she bounced down beside me.
"Mmph," I replied sleepily. I stretched as I rolled over to face her. She was looking at me thoughtfully, chewing slowly on her lip.
"Emmy, are you mad at me? About, y'know, last night."
I didn't know how to feel about what I had seen, but I was pretty sure I wasn't angry.
"No Steph, I'm not mad." I tried to hold back a yawn and failed.
"Okay, you just seemed upset last night. I mean, you had every reason to be, but... anyway I'm glad you're not," she finished.
I shrugged somewhat awkwardly as I lay on my side. "It's not really any of my business what you guys do. It is kinda weird for me though, I won't deny that."
Stephanie didn't say anything for a few minutes and I almost drifted back to sleep.
"Do you want to go shopping with me?" she asked suddenly. The abrupt non-sequitur threw me off for a moment.
"Uh, okay," I said, still trying to figure out where that had come from. "How about right after school?"
"Actually I thought maybe you could skip classes and we could go this morning," she suggested. "If you want to that is," she continued quickly, "no pressure or anything."
I wasn't in the habit of skipping school, but the idea really appealed to me today. I knew I would just be obsessing over Jeff and Stephanie's relationship all day anyway, not like I was going to learn much.
"You know what, fuck it. Let's do it."
Stephanie squealed and clapped her hands as she jumped off the bed. She paused halfway to the door and turned back to me.
"I was thinking about making pancakes, you want some?" she asked.
"Sure."
I lay there for a few more minutes, then forced myself to get up when it became clear I was just going to fall asleep again otherwise. I took a quick shower before wandering sleepily downstairs to the kitchen.
Stephanie was humming something to herself as I walked in and she set a plate of pancakes in front of me even as I sat down at the table. It was way too early to be that cheerful, if she hadn't just made me pancakes I would probably have been annoyed.
After breakfast we headed for the mall in Stephanie's car. I stared blankly out the window for most of the ride, preoccupied with my own thoughts, as Stephanie sang along with songs on the radio. Tried to sing along anyway. I smiled every now and then when she clearly had no idea what the words were but it didn't seem to bother her.
We wandered around various stores for a bit until Stephanie dragged me into a lingerie store. I was a little uncomfortable, I had never been inside one before. I followed her around as she examined the various articles on display trying not to look out of place.
"Oh my god Emmy, you have to try these on!" Stephanie held up the smallest pair of panties I think I had ever seen.
"I can't wear those, they're tiny," I said, looking around to make sure nobody was watching us and trying not to blush.
"They'll look so good on you. Come on just try them on, you don't have to get them if you don't want to."
I reluctantly let her push me inside a dressing room before holding up the panties she had given me. They still looked tiny but I reminded myself that nobody else was going to see them; I just had to try them on to make Stephanie happy. I double checked the lock on the door before slipping out of my pants and underwear and pulling them on. I was glad a kept my pussy hair trimmed because they really were as small as they looked and barely covered what little I had down there as it was.
As I turned to see them at different angles in the mirror I realized that Stephanie was right, they did look good on me. Still, there was no way I was going to get them; I would be too embarrassed to ever wear them.
"Open up Emmy, let me see." Stephanie's voice startled me and I realized I had gotten caught up looking at my own reflection.
"No way Steph, I told you they're too little."
"Come on, just a peek," she whined, "don't make me make a scene."
The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself. Besides, for all my protesting I kind of wanted her to see me. I carefully unlocked the door and opened it just far enough for her to slide in with me.
"Oh my god, you look totally hot in those. I told you," she exclaimed.
I blushed as she looked me over, but I couldn't help feeling a surge of pride at her words; she thought I looked hot. She turned me toward the mirror and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder.
"You should wear those for Jeff," she said, "he'd like them I bet."
"Shut up, no he wouldn't."
Stephanie smirked at me in the mirror. "Sure he would. I've seen the way he looks at you sometimes, he'd love to see you in those."
"Liar," I shot back without much conviction. I remembered how I had caught him watching me while I cleaned my room. It hadn't meant anything to me then, but now I could see it in a different light.
"I'm not lying Emmy, but it's okay if you don't believe me." She made small adjustments to the panties and I felt my heart beat faster at her touch. "I really do think you look hot in them though."
Her body was pressed up against mine as her fingers lingered on the bare skin of my legs and I felt her breasts pressing against my back. Usually I hardly noticed them but all of a sudden I was extremely aware of their presence.
Almost as if she could read my thoughts her hand brushed across my crotch and my legs suddenly felt weak. I didn't know where it was coming from but I wanted her to touch me, I wanted to feel her hands on me.
"Does that feel good," she whispered in my ear.
I didn't answer, I couldn't form a sentence in my head let alone in my throat. Her hand was on my pussy again, stroking it softly through the thin panties. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see what she was doing in the mirror, so I could pretend I wasn't letting this happen.
Stephanie slipped her hand underneath the panties to touch my pussy lips directly. Her hands were more experienced than my own, she seemed to know exactly where to touch me.
I lost my balance as she slid a finger inside me and fell against the mirror. I couldn't believe I was letting her do this to me, in the middle of a store no less. I couldn't bring myself to stop her; it felt so good, so incredibly good.
Suddenly her thumb was on my clit and I lost control. Stephanie held me up as I came, I did everything I could not to make a sound. It was the most amazing feeling I ever had. The combination of my cousin masturbating me and the public location made my orgasm way more intense than any I had before.
Stephanie reluctantly released me when I recovered enough to stand up. I smoothed out my hair with my hands then reached for my own panties to change back into them. Her hand grabbed mine halfway there, stopping my movement.
"You should wear those out," she said.
"Are you crazy?" I hissed, "I can't do that."
She shrugged, "your choice, but they're pretty wet. I didn't think you'd want anybody else noticing."
I was horrified to discover she was right, the panties I had tried on were completely soaked. I could either put my pants on over them and deal with them at home or leave them here with the knowledge that someone else would find them.
I decided Stephanie's suggestion was the lesser of two evils, as far as I was concerned anyway. I pulled my pants back on and stuffed my underwear in my pocket before following her out of the changing room.
Stephanie bought a couple things she had picked out and she chatted nonchalantly with the salesgirl while I stood awkwardly behind her, certain someone would guess what I had done. Amazingly nobody said anything and we walked out of the store unharassed.
"I can't believe I did that," I whispered to Stephanie.
"What, the shoplifting or before that?" she asked.
"Both I guess," I admitted.
Thankfully we went straight home after that. Stephanie wanted to stop at a couple more stores on the way out, but I managed to convince her that I had enough for one day.
I rushed up to my room as soon as we arrived and closed the door. I changed out of the wet panties and threw them in my laundry basket. Since I mostly did my own laundry I was pretty sure I could get them washed without anyone else seeing.
Stephanie was in the living room telling Jeff about our shopping trip when I came back downstairs. He seemed pretty focused on whatever was on TV, but I guess he must have been paying enough attention to her to keep her happy.
"You should see what Emily got," she said as she saw me approaching.
"Oh yeah?" he said without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Stephanie shut up!" I almost yelled.
"Don't worry Emmy, I'm just teasing. That's for you to show him when you want to." Stephanie patted the spot beside her on the couch, right in the middle between them, inviting me to sit down. "I left out some other details too, girl stuff y'know?"
I sat down feeling relieved that she hadn't told Jeff any of the embarrassing parts of our day. Stephanie immediately snuggled up against me and laid her head on my shoulder. I glanced at Jeff but he wasn't paying any attention to us. When I thought about it our closeness was not particularly unusual, it just seemed that way to me because of what had happened earlier.
"Can we change the channel, this is boring," said Stephanie, startling me out of my thoughts.
"I'm watching it," said Jeff.
"C'mon Jeff, give me the remote." He held the remote out to her, then snatched it away as soon as she reached for it. "You jerk," she pouted.
Before I knew what was happening Stephanie climbed onto my lap and pulled my chin up as she leaned her head toward me. Her lips felt so soft on mine as she kissed me, her tongue just barely tracing the opening of my mouth. It was so different from the boys I had kissed before, so much gentler and somehow more passionate at the same time.
Stephanie held her hand up in triumph as she pulled away from me, the remote clutched in her fingers. Jeff was staring at us and I realized that she had just kissed me as a distraction. She sat back down beside me and started flipping channels, looking for something to watch.
The full impact of what had just happened suddenly hit me and I stood up suddenly and ran to the stairs. Once again I found myself desperately needing to escape the living room.
"Emmy, where you going?" Stephanie called out behind me, obviously confused as to why I just took off. didn't answer her, I just ran up the stairs to my room and curled up in a ball on my bed. I felt like crying but I managed to hold off my tears.
It wasn't long before I heard someone approaching my room, Stephanie coming to check on me I assumed. I didn't know what I was going to say to her.
"You okay Em?"
I actually looked over my shoulder to make sure I had heard that right. Jeff had come instead of Stephanie, I hadn't expected that. I shrugged miserably, not trusting myself to speak, and felt him sit down at the end of the bed.
"Sorry we freaked you out. I know it's weird, what we do," he said.
"It's not that," I managed to say without my voice breaking, "it's just... it's Stephanie. When we were shopping today she did things. We did things. I don't know." I paused and wiped my eyes with the corner of my blanket. "I think I liked it too, I was okay with it."
Jeff was just sitting and listening to me as I tried to explain what I was feeling. Listening was something I could usually rely on him for.
"Then she kissed me, and I liked that too. But she didn't care. She didn't even care that it was our first kiss. It was just a game for her, she only wanted to get the remote." I felt like crying again and I did my best to hold it back.
"Em, it's not just a game for her," Jeff said quietly. "Steph's impulsive, if she wants to do something she just does it. She doesn't always think it through. She cares about you though, I know that."
"You're right," I said as I sniffed and wiped at my eyes again, "I'm probably just overreacting. I just panicked a little I guess."
"No, I don't think you overreacted, Steph should have been more careful. I'll talk to her about it."
We sat in silence for a few minutes as I tried to sort out my thoughts. I was feeling a little better after Jeff's reassurances and I knew he was right about Stephanie, that she wouldn't purposely try to hurt me.
"Jeff, rub my back?" I asked. I rolled onto my stomach as I felt him shift closer to me. He lay his hand on back and started making small circles up and down my spine.
Jeff used to give me back rubs sometimes when I was upset or stressed out; they always helped me relax. It had been a long time since he had given me one, although a lot of that had to do with him moving out.
I lay still for a while and let him work, feeling some of the tension drain from me. As nice as it felt though, there were still things lurking in my mind that I had to deal with.
"Jeff?" I asked tentatively.
"Yeah?"
"How do you feel about it? Me and Stephanie I mean."
He didn't immediately answer but I didn't press him, I was pretty sure he was just thinking about how to answer. His hand slipped under my shirt to make direct contact with my skin.
"As long as you're both happy," was all he said.
"That's it? You don't care who she sleeps with as long as she's happy?"
"I didn't say that Em, if it was somebody else...." His hand stopped moving for a moment. "But I don't feel jealous of you, I don't know that I could."
"And you don't mind her seducing your little sister?"
"Like I said, as long as you're happy."
What he was saying actually made a certain amount of sense to me. I ran it through my head a couple times as Jeff slowly pushed my shirt further up, trying to get to my upper back.
I rolled over suddenly, causing Jeff's hand to slide onto my bare tummy where he left it. My shirt was bunched up somewhat but it was still pulled tight over my breasts.
"Jeff, Stephanie said something before, something about you. Now I'm curious." He waited patiently for me to continue as I worked out how I wanted to say it. "When you first got here, you stood in the doorway watching me." It wasn't really a question, but I was looking for a confirmation.
"Yeah."
"Is it because my boobs are bigger now?"
Jeff looked away for a second, actually seeming somewhat embarrassed, before turning back and looking me in the eye very deliberately. "They look nice," he said.
I met his gaze as evenly as I could. "How do they feel?"
My thinly veiled invitation hung in the air and I hardly dared to breathe as I watched for any sign of movement from Jeff. He seemed frozen in place, unsure how to proceed.
I gently took hold of his wrist and guided it up my body until he was cupping my breast. I let my arm fall back to my side and looked up at Jeff. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open, his breathing sounded a little heavier than it had been.
I wished I wasn't wearing a bra under my shirt, it was too late to remove it now. It would have been nice to feel his hand through just my t-shirt. I considered getting him to slide his hand under my shirt.
"It's okay to feel a little," I whispered.
His eyes snapped open and he looked down at me. I tried to smile encouragingly and I felt his fingers finally start to explore.
My bra really was getting in the way as he toyed with my nipple, but I felt it harden at his touch anyway. He switched to my other breast and repeated the treatment until both my nipples were noticeably poking through my shirt.
"So how do they feel?" I repeated my earlier question.
"Good... nice." He was staring at my hardened nipples, seemingly fascinated by them. "Steph's don't do that, don't get that hard," he explained, catching my amused smile.
I chewed on my lip for a moment. "If you took off my bra you could feel them better," I offered.
My position made it awkward, but I managed to reach behind me and unclip my bra. I settled back onto the bed and lifted an eyebrow at Jeff.
He wasn't nearly as slow this time, sliding his hands under my shirt almost immediately. He took hold of my bra and carefully dragged it down my stomach, letting his fingers brush across my breasts in the process. I shivered as his fingertips briefly made contact with my nipples, but all too soon they left my breasts again.
"I should probably get back down soon," he said reluctantly.
"Aw, so soon," I pouted.
He leaned down and gently kissed me once on each nipple. I wanted to grab the back of his head and hold him against my chest, but I knew he was strong enough to break away from me if he wanted to.
"Jeff," I said as he stood up and headed for the door.
"Yeah?" He half-turned toward me.
"You can play with them again sometime if you want."
I saw the hint of a smile form on his lips. "Em, I think Steph's a bad influence on you."
He was probably right.
****
I actually made it to school the next day and sat through another long and boring day of classes. I stopped by my friend's house for a while since we had an assignment to work on so I was late getting home. Stephanie was in the kitchen cooking something when I arrived.
"Hey Steph, what's up?" I asked cheerfully as I pulled some juice out of the fridge and poured myself a glass.
Jeff had talked to Stephanie like he said he would, and she had come to me later apologizing profusely. She had even been willing to sleep on the mattress but I was okay with sharing my bed at that point, provided sleeping was all we did. I only had to swat her hand away a couple times as we fell asleep.
Somehow we had still woken up cuddled together and I found that I wasn't bothered. I enjoyed the intimacy I had with Stephanie and I had been worried that my freak-out might have changed things between us. As I lay sleepily in her arms that morning I knew that everything was alright.
"Just making supper," she replied as she stirred a pot on the stove.
I sat down at the table and sipped on my juice. Neither of us spoke but I didn't mind, it was nice just to watch Stephanie as she worked by the stove. She eventually looked over her shoulder and saw me staring at her.
"If you're looking for something to do you could cut up some vegetables for me," she said.
"Okay," I shrugged.
I set my glass on the table and walked over to the counter. Stephanie already had the vegetables layed out so I grabbed a knife and started cutting.
We were standing directly beside each other and I felt her brush against me occasionally. Every time I felt the brief contact I lost my concentration and wanted to move closer to her, to feel her against me.
I didn't even notice when I cut myself but suddenly there was blood on my finger. I stood there looking stupidly at it, unable to understand how it had happened or why it didn't seem to hurt.
"Oh shit Emmy!" I heard Stephanie yell as she noticed me.
She grabbed my hand and stuck my injured finger in her mouth. She sucked on it delicately and felt out the cut with her tongue. Her sucking grew slower as we made eye contact and she seemed to suddenly realize what she was doing.
"S'not that bad," I mumbled.
She opened her mouth and let go of my hand looking sheepish. The cut really wasn't very bad, the bleeding had already stopped.
"Sorry," she said.
She was being more careful about her actions around me and I appreciated it, but at the same time I didn't want her to feel like we couldn't do anything. I kissed her quickly before she could react and tugged lightly on her bottom lip with my teeth as I pulled away.
I held her gaze for a few seconds then turned back to chopping the onion I had been working on. My cuts were slow and deliberate partly because I didn't want to injure myself again, and partly because my hands were shaking with anticipation as I waited to see what she would do.
Eventually I sensed her move behind me just before her arms snaked themselves around my stomach. She rested her chin on my shoulder and nuzzled my ear gently.
"You're driving me crazy, you know that?" she whispered.
"Sorry," I whispered back.
Her lips found my neck and I put down my knife as she trailed kisses down to the collar of my shirt. I leaned harder on the counter and tried to hold as still as I could. I didn't want to offer any sign of protest, I wanted her to know that it was okay.
The front door opened and Stephanie was back at the stove almost before I understood what was happening.
"Something smells good," said mom as she poked her head into the kitchen.
"We're just cooking supper," said Stephanie nonchalantly.
I envied her ability to act naturally as I attempted to look like I was doing something useful. Luckily mom didn't seem to notice that I was chopping the same piece of onion over and over.
"Thanks girls, I've got to go change then I'll be back to help," mom called as she left the room.
I sighed heavily in relief as Stephanie turned back toward me.
"I'll finish up here, you go watch TV with Jeff or something," she suggested. I wasn't about to argue the point, not when I knew mom would be returning soon.
Jeff was lying on the couch just where Stephanie said he would be. He was on his side leaving me enough room to sit down on the middle cushion and lean back against his stomach.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey. What's up?" he asked.
"Not much, just got kicked out of the kitchen." He made a sound of acknowledgement but didn't say anything else. "So you wanna feel my boobs again?" I asked after a few minutes.
"What, here? We'll get caught," he protested.
I looked toward the doorway and made sure it was clear before grabbing his wrist.
"I'll keep watch, nobody can see us through the couch."
His hand followed mine unresistingly under my shirt. About halfway up my stomach I released his hand and let him take control. He moved excruciatingly slowly up my body, caressing my skin as he went.
Not wanting him to have all the fun I brushed my arm over his crotch, almost as if by accident. He was starting to get hard, I could feel that, and I brushed against him again.
Just as his fingers closed over my nipple I pressed my palm against his semi-erect cock through his pants. He gasped involuntarily as he felt the contact.
"Em," he hissed.
"What?" I replied as innocently as I could manage.
Jeff tried to check the doorway but couldn't see it from where he was lying. "You know what."
"You don't like it?" I pouted.
He was almost fully erect and I wanted desperately to slip my hand into his pants, but I knew that was taking too big a risk.
"God Em. You and Steph, I don't know who's worse." He closed his eyes in submission and let me have my fun.
"You could find out," I said quietly.
"What?" he asked. Either he hadn't heard me or he didn't understand what I meant.
I took a deep breath. I had been wrestling with the idea all day and hadn't come to a firm conclusion, but I knew then what my decision was.
"Jeff, are we gonna have sex?"
He didn't answer right away, not that I expected him to, and the suspense was killing me. There was always the chance he would say no.
"Do you want to?" he finally asked.
"I think so, yeah."
Again there was a pause and I stared straight ahead, not daring to look at him.
"We'll have to be careful," he said.
His words were what I wanted to hear and the pressure that had been building inside me dissipated almost instantly. It was out in the open, we both knew what was going to happen. All we needed was an opportunity.
****
It didn't take Stephanie long that night to start groping me. Her hands were on me almost as soon as she got into bed beside me, and this time I didn't stop her.
"Mmm, no interruptions this time," she purred.
I ran my fingers through her hair as her lips returned to my neck where she left off that afternoon. I was still horny from playing Jeff earlier and hoped that Stephanie would take care of that for me.
She rubbed my bare thigh with one hand and I spread my legs wider for her, urging her onward. She moaned appreciatively into my neck as she reached my pussy and discovered I wasn't wearing any panties. I knew she could feel how wet I was as her fingers caressed me.
"Let me help with that Emmy, please." Her lips were right on my ear as she whispered to me.
Her palm was resting directly over my clit and I pressed back against it as hard as I could. There was no way I would say no to her, not in the state I was in. She nibbled on my ear as she waited for my response.
"Yes Stephanie, oh god I need it."
"Don't worry baby, I'll make it better," she promised.
Stephanie tugged at my shirt and I helped as best I could to pull it over my head. I lay naked on the bed as she tossed my shirt on the floor before straddling my hips. Slowly, oh so slowly, she kissed her way down my body from my throat to my belly button. I wriggled and squirmed in her grasp, I was so turned on already I wanted her to skip all the teasing.
She took pity on me and suddenly I felt her warm breath on my damp pussy. Her fingers spread my lips apart and I gasped as I felt her tongue on me. She licked my slit up and down before penetrating almost impossibly deep inside me. The feeling was incredible, her tongue was a completely different sensation from anything I had in my pussy before.
All too soon she withdrew, much to my dismay. I whimpered, wanting her exquisite tongue back, but she just patted my hip reassuringly. Her finger replaced her tongue inside my pussy and was quickly joined by a second. I rocked against her hand as she thrust her fingers in me, but it wasn't the same.
Then I felt her tongue on my clit, just a short lick across the tip, and I was ready to explode. Her lips wrapped around my little nub as my orgasm washed over me and I held the back of her head desperately against me.
"Holy fuck Stephanie," I managed eventually.
Her fingers were still inside me, but moving so gently I hardly noticed them.
"Want to go for another one?" she asked.
"I don't know if I could."
She ignored me and lowered her mouth back to my clit, not teasing me this time. It was a little tender but soon I gave in to the pleasure as she sucked on my clit and finger fucked me. I was still coming down from my last orgasm and it didn't take long before I felt ready to cum again.
"Fuck Stephanie, oh god oh fuck," I groaned almost incoherently.
I had to pull a pillow over my face to muffle the sounds I was making, I didn't have enough self control left. I was cumming again before I even realized it, not as intensely as the first time but enough to leave me drained.
"Feel better now?" asked Stephanie as she lay back down beside me.
I nodded as she pulled me tight to her, not caring if she could see the movement or not. Her breast was against my cheek and suddenly all I wanted to do was suck on it. She giggled as she felt me trying to get to her nipple through her shirt.
"Just a sec baby," she said. She pulled her shirt off before guiding me back to her nipple. I latched onto it instinctively, sucking gently as she stroked my hair. "Night Emmy," she whispered to me just before I drifted off in her arms.
****
It was almost nine-thirty when I woke up the next morning. I started to get up, wondering why nobody had woken me, then remembered that it was Saturday and collapsed back into bed.
Stephanie was nowhere to be seen, probably she simply hadn't wanted to wake me when she got up. I started to remember what we had done the previous night and felt myself getting horny again. I wished she would walk in the door so we could repeat last night's activities; maybe even try something new.
Eventually I gave in and climbed out of bed. I had a view of the driveway from my window and I saw that both mom and Stephanie's cars were gone. That meant it was just me and Jeff in the house, as long as he hadn't gone somewhere too. There was an easy way to find out.
I grabbed a shirt off the floor and put it on before padding down the hall to his room and opening the door. He was still sleeping and I could hear his soft snores from the doorway. I sat down on his bed and watched him for a while.
His chest was half uncovered where his blanket had been pulled down and he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. I traced his skin with my finger where it was uncovered and gradually slid the blanket down to his waist. He seemed to be getting more restless, like he could wake up anytime. I leaned down and kissed him just as his eyes opened.
"Morning sleepyhead," I said, not bothering to mention that I had only been up for about fifteen minutes.
"That's Steph's shirt," he said as he ran a hand up my side.
"Oops, guess I can't wear that," I replied mischievously.
I pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it casually on the floor. Jeff's eyes opened wide as I sat naked on the side of his bed.
"Do you have a shirt I can borrow?" I asked innocently. "I really shouldn't be wandering around without any clothes. Someone might take advantage."
I walked over to his dresser and turned sideways to him as I dug around his shirt drawer, giving him a good look. I pretended not to notice as he stood up and came over to me. He grabbed me roughly and I squealed as he threw me on his bed.
"Hey, that wasn't very nice." I mock pouted at him as he stood in front of me. My eyes were drawn to the obvious tent in his boxers which he wasn't even trying to hide from me.
"Shouldn't wander around without clothes on," he repeated my own words to me, "someone might take advantage."
"Not my big brother, he wouldn't do that to his little sister would he? His helpless, innocent baby sister?" I protested.
He was getting into this game we were playing, so was I for that matter. He pulled down his boxers and let his cock free. It was nearly fully erect and sticking out at me.
"Helpless, innocent baby sisters don't tease their brothers like that. You've been bad." I made as if to protest again, but he clapped a hand over my mouth stifling my words. His cock brushed against my leg and I shuddered at the contact. "You're going to be a good girl for me aren't you?" he asked.
I nodded since his hand was still on my mouth and tried to convey compliance with my eyes. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked in my best little girl voice as he removed his hand."What do you think I should do?"
My answer to that was obvious; I wanted him to fuck me. I dropped my hand to my pussy and ran my fingers over it while looking at him. Never mind the game. Never mind the pretense. I wanted his cock in me.
"I'm so hor-neee Jeff," I whined. I was openly masturbating as he watched me and it was turning me on even more.
"I need to hear you say it Em," he said.
I knew what he meant, he wouldn't touch me unless I was okay with it. He was a good brother.
"Fuck me Jeff."
He was on me instantly, his mouth pressing roughly onto mine as he dragged my hand away from my pussy. His cock was poking into me and I tried to move to let it enter me, but he held me firmly in place. I relaxed and let him take control.
His cock penetrated me agonizingly slowly at first, then suddenly he pushed it the rest of the way in all at once. I gasped into his shoulder and wrapped my legs around him as he started thrusting in and out of my pussy. It wasn't like with Stephanie, it was so much rougher. But it felt so good.
I realized my nails were digging into his back, but I couldn't seem to pry them free. I hoped he wasn't bleeding. There was nothing I could do about it anyway, we weren't stopping for something as minor as that.
"I'm cumming Jeff," I panted almost before I realized it myself.
He grunted and fucked me harder, if that was even possible. I let myself scream when I came this time, nobody else to hear us I thought. At some point Jeff's orgasm must have hit too because I suddenly felt his cum spraying inside me as I regained my senses.
He pulled out of me and flopped onto his back beside me breathing heavily. I was trying to summon enough energy to cuddle up with him when the door burst open.
"Goddammit guys, I can't believe you didn't even let me watch!"
I looked at Stephanie standing in the doorway and suddenly I was giggling uncontrollably. The situation seemed so funny to me for some reason; I had just fucked my brother and she was mad that she didn't get to watch of all things.
Jeff was trying to keep a straight face and failing. "Don't worry Steph, we'll make it up to you," he promised.
"Yeah you better." She was studying my breasts and it occurred to me that she hadn't actually seen then before even though she had felt them a few times. She looked up to my face after a moment and chewed on her lip. "Emmy," she said more hesitantly than I remember her being for a long time, "me and Jeff were talking yesterday, do you want to move in with us this summer? After you're finished with school of course."
"Really?" I glanced over at Jeff, who just nodded at me, then turned back to Stephanie.
"Really," she said.
"That would be awesome." I couldn't keep a huge grin from spreading across my face. Now I just had to wait for summer to get here.
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