“What are you sorry for?”
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
She put a finger on my jaw, gently moving my head to meet her eyes again. She was smiling at me. “Do I look mad? Am I complaining?”
“No to both, to be honest.”
“Want company again tonight?”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea now.”
She hugged me tightly, wrapping my arms around her in return. “I liked being with you last night, Mark,” she whispered.
“Okay.” I guess I relented rather quickly, but she was my little sister, and if it made her happy, so be it.
Once I was down to my boxer-briefs, I turned to see her rolling off her stocking, showing off her rather shapely legs, before she stood up and undid her dress. Only then did she remember she wasn’t wearing a bra. That caused a raise of my eyebrows first before I turned around, grabbed a shirt and gave it to her to wear.
Sliding under the blankets, Amy joined me and she had no problem snuggling against me. Feeling the smooth skin of her leg against mine felt rather nice, her fingers rather quickly stroking my chest. “I missed you after you moved out,” she murmured, “I used to like spending time with you before we went to bed. Doing this probably would have raised questions back then though.”
“Well, I think I’ll be here a while. But doing this every night…”
“I don’t care, Mark. I like this. I like being with my big brother again.”
“Missed me a lot?”
“Too much,” she whispered.
I turned to face her, barely able to see her in the darkness, but I saw the slight shimmer in her eyes. I leaned forward and gave her another soft kiss before caressing her cheek. “I tried to always make time, Amy…”
“You did, and I always appreciated that. Didn’t mean I didn’t miss you the rest of the time though!”
She rested her head against me and seemed to settle down quickly. No surprise she was asleep just as quickly. I probably should have lay there and worried about the fact I’d kissed my sister, and the fact she’d kissed me back, but I’ll be honest, it felt rather nice. Add to that, I loved my sister anyway so… I probably should have felt strange about it, but I didn’t. So I stopped thinking about it and fell asleep.
Waking up the next morning, I opened my eyes to find we’d moved during the evening so she was now spooned back against me. And that was immediately a problem considering I woke up with an erection. It happened every morning, but with my sister in bed with me. Then there was the fact my right hand was under her shirt, resting on her stomach, with her hand resting above mine above the fabric.
“Amy?”
“Hmmm.”
“Amy?”
She giggled. “You’re poking me, Mark,” she whispered.
“I know. Want me to move?” I whispered back.
“Part of me says yes. The larger part of me says no. Do you?”
“Not really. I’m comfortable, but…”
“Then just stay in bed with me until we get hungry. I don’t care if you’ve got a hard on. I know all about biology. It’s a natural thing, though I’ll take the fact you’re really poking me as a compliment.”
Trying to sleep with an erection is something most men know is almost impossible, but I don’t think she fell asleep either. So we lay in silence, perhaps dozing for a few minutes at most, before there was a knock at the door. “Mark, I’m cooking some bacon if you want a sandwich. Want an egg with that?”
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