As I dozed off that evening, I was keenly aware of the softness on my chest and the tension that I felt in my briefs. It was a mixture of warmth and guilt; sort of sweet and sour feelings. Neither of which I could help, but neither that should have really been there. For a brief second, as I drifted to the shadows of my dreams, I wondered if she was also feeling a similar effect.
The onslaught of visitors continued throughout the next day and the next evening. I didn’t get a chance to sit with my mom or spend time with my sister because I was kept busy by my well-wishers and my fans—apparently, some girls realized the potential inherent in my degree and came to subtly make their availability known to me, to my amusement and to my mom and my sister’s annoyance.
Once again I could only go to bed around midnight, but this time I checked myself and waited for her to come before getting ready for my sleep. She was smiling when she asked: “So, how does it feel to be the center of so much attention.”
I laughed: “Weird! I didn’t know we had so many eligible girls in this town.”
She also laughed: “Well, most are tied up with one person or another. But, can’t blame them for trying their luck, now, can we—considering you are probably the only real eligible man in this town.”
“You must be joking.” I was surprised to hear her comment. “I remember a ton of guys who must be grown men by now, ready for commitments.”
“Nah. We only have boys here. No grown men. And none ready for any kind of commitment.”
I sensed some anguish in her comment and decided to just drop the subject. She didn’t pursue it any further either.
“Well, I came for my goodnight hug.” She moved towards me with her arms raised. She was wearing another skirt and blouse combo and looked rather good in it, as before.
This time I held my sister in my arms; not that sexy, blond woman. As a result I was a bit more comfortable in holding her against me. My mind and my body did register the size and softness of her breasts and my arms did notice the warmth of her body, but she was my sister and there was nothing more to it. Even the residual lingering on her part after our big hug failed to affect me.
I did feel good, though, with her body in my arms and I did enjoy the smell coming from her hair and clothes, but that was my sister’s sweet aroma and even though it was as intoxicating as that of any other woman, my mind knew that I was holding my sister. Her softness was arousing but only at the primal level. Although, I did wonder, briefly, about her lingering at the end of our hug but I didn’t make too much out of it.
Softness, tension, warmth, and sweetness, all accompanied me once again to my dreamland. I was able to lessen the guilt by accepting my reaction as normal, as long as our hugs stayed just innocent goodnight hugs. Although I couldn’t imagine for them to be anything more than that; I mean how could they be. There was no way for my sister and me to actually go any further.
The number of visitors dwindled the following day. There were a couple of fans who came for a repeat visit; otherwise it turned out to be rather a quiet day. I still didn’t get to spend time with my mom or my sister, but I was able to retire to my bedroom a lot earlier than midnight.