I lay down on my bed, reading, after dinner. The book was too dull for me, but I didn't have anything else to do. I rolled over, thinking, while listening to the calm sprays of water coming from the shower.
Suddenly, I thought of a way to get even with my brother. I sprung up from my bed, tiptoed, in my lacy silk dress and slipped into the bathroom. My brother's back was facing me and I quietly snuck over to where his pile of clothes were.
Suddenly, I froze. I heard my brother moaning in the shower. I tried looking through the hazy clear shower curtains, but the image was still fuzzy. I snatched up his clothes and ran back to my room. I slammed the door and clutched my heart. That had scared me. It looked like he was... masturbating. An image of his naked broad body embracing my own nude body stole into my head. I quickly shook that thought out. I couldn't think of him that way.
I took the clothes and hid them under my bed and attempted to look normal and relaxed.
When he came in to look for his clothes, I looked up innocently from my book and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You," he growled back.
"I didn't do anything," I replied, keeping up with the innocent facade.
A sly grin crossed his face and his eyes narrowed. he climbed on to the bed and growled softly.
"You wouldn't want me to force you to tell me, would you?"
My breath stopped for a moment and I backed away from him. Wilson came closer, until his face was an inch from mine. His wet hair dripped on to my chest and slid down my breast.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.
"Just... persuading you to tell me," he replied.
I gulped and he laughed in a hard tone. He slid his hand down my waist and rested his head on my breasts. His fingers trailed downward and stopped right above my V-plate.
He laid kisses all over my neck. I felt lightheaded and fell onto my bed, dragging him with me. My nightgown was pulled and my tits sprang up. He calmly looked at them and started adjusting it, with many detours on the way. He kissed the nubs silently and licked them like a cat. I was frozen stiff in my shock. He started sucking on them and playing with them.
I started shaking and a tear fell down my face. It dropped on to my breasts and he licked it up. He opened his eyes, startled. He sat up abruptly with shocked eyes. He looked like he was in some kind of trance.
He stared at me, horrified.
"I'm sorry, Nicki," he said quietly with burning eyes.
He got up and left... without his clothes. He closed the door quietly behind him. I threw myself down on the bed and gasped for air. After I quietened down, my mind began to reboot, but all I could think of was, What. Just. Happened.
A couple hours later, I slipped into his room, to return his clothes. He was already asleep, so I put down his clothes on a chair. I walked barefoot over to him to re-adjust his blanket. His face was like a cherub. I bent over and kissed him softly on the forehead. I slipped into bed with him and snuggled in with him, like we used to do when we were kids.
I never could have imagined that a storm was coming...
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