36 comments/ 240760 views/ 248 favorites Could Be Worse By: Xarth Author's Note: Thanks to LizHaze for the editing. **** I was still cursing under my breath as I finally made it to my brother's place. It shouldn't have always been up to me to keep track of him; he was the older one and by all rights it should have been the other way around. I was just pushing nineteen and had only recently started living on my own, and as far as I was concerned it was enough trouble just looking after myself. The fact that I had to climb five flights of stairs to get to his apartment didn't help my mood either. I didn't even knock before using the key he'd given me to unlock his door and barge my way in. If he didn't want to respond to my half-dozen texts or answer his goddamn phone when I called, he didn't deserve the warning. In hindsight, maybe that particular decision hadn't been quite as well thought out as it could have been. Typically, there was only one real reason Sam would ignore me, and that meant he'd found a new girl to occupy his attention. Following that train of thought to its conclusion would probably have allowed me to guess, accurately, that said new girl was most likely in the near vicinity when he decided not to answer his phone. In fact, she was still there when I burst through the door looking about ready to murder someone. Sam's apartment was hardly what I would have called big. It was nicer than mine by a long way, but it still opened directly into a combined kitchen and living room. The kitchen half, in this instance, was occupied by girl who was looking more than a little confused at my sudden entry, and who also happened to be mostly naked. My brother, naturally, was nowhere to be seen, and so was absolutely no help in making the situation less awkward. The mystery girl, who I assumed was Sam's current girlfriend that he had conveniently failed to mention to me, stared at me for a long moment while I stared right back. She had a half-empty glass of water in her hand, and was wearing nothing except for a pair of panties. She didn't even have the decency to be embarrassed at being caught in her state of undress, though given her body maybe it wasn't that surprising. Even as a girl I had to admit she was hot. "Hello," the girl tried eventually. "Hey," I mumbled. "Is Sam here?" All the anger and righteous indignation I'd been storing up for my brother seemed to vanish, it seemed more than a little unfair to take it out on the relatively innocent girl in front of me. Even if her lack of shame annoyed me slightly. "Oh," she said, brightening slightly. "You must be Sam's little sister. Lily or something, wasn't it?" "Yeah, that's right," I said, mentally forgiving my brother slightly for at least having mentioned me. "I tried getting hold of him, but he was ignoring me." "Mm-hm, I heard his phone going off, but he said he'd get it later. Do you need to tell him something?" "Only if by tell him something you mean remind him that we need to leave like right now. Mom's birthday's today, and I am so not letting him skip at least showing up to supper. He knew damn well it was today too, I'm always having to kick his ass just to get him to do anything." I stopped when I realized I was beginning to vent on someone I'd only just met, but she didn't seem to mind and in fact rolled her eyes in sympathy. "He said that was tomorrow," she said. "He's so terrible at remembering things like that, isn't he?" "You have no idea," I said, a little surprised at getting such easy support. "It's even worse when he's--" I caught myself just before saying anything about how distracted Sam got when he had a new girlfriend, since in this case she was standing right in front of me. "When he's got a naked girl hanging around his apartment?" she said, finishing my sentence for me anyway and looking rather amused as she did. "Speaking of which, I probably should go put some clothes on. I'll send Sam out while I'm at it. He was just in the shower, you know, cleaning up, but he might be out by now. It'll take like five minutes tops. Promise." I decided I kind of liked this girl. Sure I could have gone without her subtle hint that she and Sam had been fucking shortly before I arrived, but her tone suggested that she knew how to deal with him and that getting him reasonably clothed and out of his room in a matter of minutes was easily doable. I knew from far too much experience that getting him to do anything on anyone's schedule other than his own was a skill even I had yet to master. About four and a half minutes later, and I was counting, Sam emerged from his room dressed presentably enough for my purposes. The way he smiled at me was infuriating as usual, like he was sure he hadn't done anything wrong. "Hey Lil," he said. "Ready to go?" I punched him in the arm as soon as he got close enough. Hard. He gave me a look like a puppy that didn't know why it had been swatted. "Don't ignore me when I call next time," I said. "Aw, c'mon. I was busy with... you know," he said, jerking his head back toward his bedroom. "What's new," I grumbled. Thankfully Sam didn't require any more preparation to go than simply putting on a pair of sneakers, so we were soon ready to go. The stairs on the way down weren't nearly as bad, though they did leave time for me to gather my thoughts, and I wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing. "So what's her name?" I asked, finally deciding there was a chance I'd need to know his girlfriend's name at some point. "Who?" "The naked girl." I gave Sam a warning look not to play stupid with me right now. "Oh, I thought I told you about her already," he said, seeming to genuinely mean it. I softened a little since I knew it was entirely possible it really had just slipped his mind. He genuinely tended not to be malicious so much as careless most of the time. "Her name's Katherine, she goes by Kat though mostly. She's... well I guess obviously she'd my girlfriend." "No shit." "Don't be grumpy Lil, it's just me. You know how I am." "Yeah, I do. Doesn't mean I have to like it though." We eventually made it to where our cars were parked; Sam insisted on taking his own because he had 'plans' for later on. It would have made more sense to me just to share since I was already there, but I wasn't about to argue the point. Beyond making sure he showed up for supper with the family, I had no intention of trying to babysit my brother. **** The evening went well enough I thought. Mom loved having both her kids over, and of course never had the slightest clue that Sam had been very close to not showing up. Dad didn't have quite the same blind spot about his son, and he tossed me an appreciative look when Sam showed up, clearly having a much better idea of the trouble I'd gone through. I did enjoy the occasional visit home, but I was still happy to get back to my apartment later on. It was so nice to have my own place and not to have to worry about anyone but myself. Partly I just liked my privacy in a way that most people, my family included, didn't seem to really grasp. It wasn't that I needed to be alone for any particular reason, I just... liked it. As I walked down the hallway toward my door, I noticed a half-open door a few apartments from mine. It was a little unusual since most people kept their doors closed when not entering or leaving, the people living in the area weren't necessarily always people you could trust after all, but it wasn't enough to draw my attention for more than a couple seconds. It was only when I got closer to my own door that I realized something might actually be wrong. I never left my door open when I left my apartment, never even left it unlocked, yet it certainly wasn't closed. In fact, there appeared to be damage on the frame as though it had been forced open. "Hello?" I called softly, hoping desperately no one would answer. It was possible there was a perfectly innocent explanation, even if none sprung immediately to mind. When I saw the inside of my apartment, it was pretty much as bad as I could have expected. I didn't have that much space to work with, so I'd gotten pretty good at keeping things tidy, but the sight that greeted me was exactly the opposite. It seemed like every single thing I owned had been scattered across the floor as if to make the biggest possible mess. My computer and tv, two of the very few semi-valuable things I had, were just gone. I stepped carefully through the debris, still unwilling to admit it was all that bad, until I made it to my room. It was the same story in there as well, with my clothes having been ripped out their drawers and what little jewelry I owned conspicuously missing. It wasn't like any of it was even worth anything, except for the sentimental value. I sat down on my bed and stared at nothing for a solid few minutes. I had been well aware that the neighbourhood I had chosen to live in wasn't entirely the safest one out there, but somehow I never expected anything to actually happen to me. It wasn't easy to process, but it seemed my misguided belief in my own untouchable status had been far, far from matching up with reality. It wasn't fair; that's what I eventually decided. It just wasn't fair. Sure my apartment was kind of small, and in a shitty building, and in a sketchy part of town, but it was supposed to be mine. I was supposed to be able to decide who got to come in, if I let anyone in at all. Now... that seemed like a joke. One of those jokes that wasn't meant to be the slightest bit funny. I wasn't proud of it, but I almost started crying a couple times. When I'd moved into the apartment I swore I'd never have to move back in with my parents and I could be my own person. All of a sudden the safety and certainty of home seemed like a much better deal to me than it ever had before. After far too long doing absolutely nothing, I finally decided I should probably do something about the situation. I wasn't sure what exactly since cleaning seemed very much like a waste of time, and from the look of the doorway on my way in it wasn't anything I could fix on my own. I did still have my cell phone, even if it took me longer than it should have to remember it, but I wasn't sure who to call. The police were my first thought as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and stared at the screen. This was probably exactly the sort of situation one should call them, in fact. The problem was I really didn't want to. They'd just ask questions, and I couldn't handle questions right now. Even helpful ones. My parents were a bad choice for more or less similar reasons, with the added downside that they'd worry and try to help and generally just suffocate me. There was another choice of course, and his number was conveniently sitting right at the top of my 'recent calls' list. I very, very rarely asked my brother for help, but this time I felt like I needed to. I flat out couldn't handle the situation on my own, and he was a good compromise of someone who I hoped would care, but not to the point of actively making things worse. I sat there as the phone rang, hoping that this time he'd actually pick up and not leave me hanging again. It had only been annoying when he'd done it earlier, this time I would be legitimately pissed. Or maybe I actually would just have that cry I'd been contemplating. I'd have to wait and see. "Hey Lil, what'd I forget to do this time?" Sam's voice came through, irritatingly cheerful to me given my current state of mind, before I even realized that the ringing had stopped. He naturally assumed I was just calling to pester him again, and I truly wished that was all it was. "Can you come over?" I said, struggling to keep my voice even. "Um... does it really need to be now?" he said, his tone dropping some of it's levity as he picked up a little on the fact that I was in no mood for jokes. "Now," I said. "Please." There was a brief silence of the other end, or rather just a hint of soft voices that probably meant Sam was discussing it with Katherine. Kat. Whatever. "Did something happen?" Sam asked. "Just... please," I repeated, then hung up before he could ask any more questions. He'd either come or he wouldn't. Telling him everything first wouldn't help me either way. While I waited to see if Sam would actually show up, I took another zombie-like walk around my apartment. It didn't look any better the second time. I knew it was pretty much a waste of time, but I picked up a few things as I went, setting them either back where they belonged, or at least out of the way. My floor was something of a minefield full of things to step on if I wasn't careful. A little while later, sooner than I expected actually, Sam showed up. Kat was with him, which was also kind of unexpected, but I knew she'd been there when I called so in some ways maybe it wasn't all that surprising. "What the hell happened?" Sam asked, after taking a couple seconds just to stare at the mess that was my apartment. I shrugged. "You know about as much as I do. I came back and found it like this." "Is anything missing?" he asked. "Pretty much anything worth selling." I waited for the comment I was sure was coming, about how it was inevitable that something like this would happen given the area my apartment was in. It never came though, not from either Sam or Kat, and all they did was look at each other for a second before my brother turned back to me. "Well I guess you probably shouldn't stay here tonight," he said. I braced myself for the suggestion that I go stay with our parents for a few days, or something along those lines, but it never came. "You can stay with us for now, if you want," he said instead. It was fair to say the offer caught me off-guard, and part of that was the fact that, either accidentally or purposefully, he had let slip that Kat was living with him. I hadn't even considered that things were that serious between them, though I had no reason to since I'd only met Kat earlier that day. "I guess... I can't really stay here until I at least get the door fixed," I said. "I don't even know what to do about it." "Don't worry about that now," Kat said, finally speaking up. "You'll come stay with us and sort this mess out when you're ready." "Okay," I said, somehow feeling some comfort in her definitive tone. She didn't make it sound like I'd be intruding at all, though I was sure I was at least a little. "Good, now let's go pack some clothes for you," she said. "Sam, you stay here and, I don't know, clean up a bit or something." "Why do I have to stay here?" he protested. "You don't. You're welcome to come rifle through your sister's underwear if you want," Kat said sweetly. Sam shook his head, and grinned ruefully in defeat. My opinion of Kat rose another notch as she once again handled my brother like someone who'd known him as long as I had. There weren't many girls I'd ever known who could put him in his place when necessary. I led Kat to my room, not that it was hard to find, then mostly just stood to the side and absently watched as she packed a bag full of my clothes. She had turned out to be just what I needed, someone to take charge without being condescending or over-protective about it. "Is there anything particular you want to take?" she asked me, and I shrugged guiltily as I realized just how useless I was being. "I dunno, whatever's fine," I said. "Okay, I'll just pack stuff for a few days and we can come back if you think of something." I gave her what I hoped was a grateful smile, but otherwise mostly continued to stare off into space until she was done. We then returned back to where Sam was waiting for us. He'd been cleaning up a little in our absence; not necessarily putting things back where they were supposed to go, but at least getting them up off the floor for the most part. "Ready to go?" he asked. "I think so," Kat said, looking at me for confirmation. I just nodded. Sam closed the door as well as he could on our way out, but it wouldn't be much of a barrier to anyone trying to get in. Not that it mattered at this point. I really wasn't up to driving, so Sam drove my car and I rode in the passenger seat while Kat took his car. "So, are you okay?" he asked after a few minutes of driving. "Not really," I said. "But I'll live. Thanks for coming," I added as an afterthought. "Well I couldn't very well not," he said. "You'd have been very annoyed if I hadn't." A faint smile forced itself on me, despite my best efforts. "Yeah, I guess I would have. Still, thanks." Sam looked a little unsure how to deal with my genuine gratitude, but to be fair it wasn't something he had to deal with often. "Come on, you're my sister right?" he said. "I couldn't, like, just leave you." He was right; I was his sister, and he was my brother. Sometimes it was nice to remember that he was more than just a pain in the ass. **** I slept in my brother's spare bedroom that night. He and Kat unsurprisingly shared one room, and all I could do was try not to imagine what they would be up to in there. It took me longer to get to sleep than normal, partly because I was sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, and partly because I couldn't stop worrying about my place. Sure there really wasn't much more damage that could be done, so worrying at this point wouldn't do any good, but that didn't mean I could put it out of my mind easily. Eventually I did get to sleep, and even slept in the next morning a little more than I usually did. I had no pressing desire to get out of bed even after I woke up, but I knew if I let myself lie there too long I'd probably drift off again. Much as I really, really didn't want to go, I did have work to get to at some point and there was no clock in the room for me to gauge the time by accurately. As it turned out, I exited my temporary room just in time to find Kat getting ready to leave. She kissed Sam goodbye, then hugged me on her way out which was unexpected, but not unpleasant. Other than my parents, I couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged me. Let alone someone I'd known for less than twenty-four hours. "Morning," Sam said. He was seated at what passed for his dining table, though it was half covered with junk and barely had enough room left for eating in my opinion. I had always been a little fussier about those sorts of things than him. "Morning," I replied, sitting down opposite him. I wasn't hungry just yet, though I was sure I would be soon. Until I was it didn't seem worth trying to find something for breakfast. "Hey," Sam said. "Feeling any better?" "A little bit," I said. "I guess." "Well, you could try hanging around being useless all day like I do sometimes," he said. "It usually works for me." "Gotta go to work," I said regretfully. "Otherwise I'd actually be tempted." "You could always call in sick or whatever. Or actually, the truth might be enough of an excuse depending on how sympathetic your boss is." It hadn't even occurred to me to take the day off until Sam mentioned it. Then again, I'd always been the sort of kid who hardly ever faked being sick throughout my school career. I remembered doing it once and feeling far too guilty about it later to make it worthwhile. "Nah," I said after a moment of thought. "I'm pretty sure it's going to be a waste of a day regardless, might as well get paid for it. It hasn't been that busy there lately anyway." "Fair enough," Sam said. "Well, I have to get going too. Just lock up whenever you leave." "Bye," I said. As soon as Sam left, the temptation to skip work suddenly became much stronger. Perhaps because it felt more like no one would know, or maybe just because I wouldn't have minded a little alone time in what felt like more of a safe place than my own apartment. Honestly, it probably was a lot safer, even ignoring the fact that my place had been broken into the day before. Could Be Worse I ended up going to work after all, and spending most of my time there zoned out. Admittedly, that wasn't terribly unusual for me. I was pretty sure I only got away with it because my supervisor had a thing for me. Some day he was probably going to ask me out and I'd have to do something about it, but until then I might as well take advantage of the situation. Even if it made me kind of a bad person for doing so. When I got back to Sam's apartment later on, sometime in the early evening, he and Kat were cuddled up on his couch watching tv. They both had satisfied smiles on their faces and their clothing, while all present, had the appearance of having been hastily removed and put back on. I assumed they'd taken the opportunity to have sex while I was still out, and it reminded me that, even if they wouldn't say it, I was intruding on their lives to some extent. "Want to come watch a movie with us?" Kat asked me, scooting a little closer to Sam and patting the cushion on the other side of her. I didn't really want to, but I didn't want to come right out and say it. "Think m'gonna have a shower," I mumbled instead, since it seemed like an acceptable excuse. The shower actually helped, beyond just giving me some privacy. The water cascading down my naked body was fairly relaxing, much more so than the abysmal excuse for a shower that my apartment had contained. I'd never, ever had decent water pressure there. I retreated to my room afterward, and changed into some old, comfortable clothes, then flopped down on the bed. I was tempted just to stay there for a while, though I wasn't sure what I was going to do as far as entertaining myself. It didn't turn out to be an issue though, since Kat came in and interrupted my brief, self-imposed exile. "You just hiding from me now?" she asked. "What? No," I said, even though I kind of was. "I'm pretty good at reading people most of the time," she said. "You didn't want to join me and Sam, and I don't think you have any real problems with your brother, so there's a decent chance it's me that's bothering you." I shook my head vehemently. "No, seriously, it's not you. I actually like you so far. I just... I kind of feel like I'm intruding here. Plus I'm not really good at asking for help and, well, being here is a bit weird for me." "If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure Sam likes being able to help you out. Makes him feel like he's not such a terrible brother." "He's not a bad brother, he's just...." "He doesn't know what to do with you," Kat interrupted. "You're very confusing for him." "How am I confusing?" Kat sat down beside me and poked me gently in the shoulder. "Because you're a girl, but he can't act the same way around you as he can with any other girl. You're absolutely off-limits romantically speaking. Not even any flirting, and he's big on flirting." I snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure that's an issue for him. I'm just his little sister, I don't think there's enough money in the world to make him want to flirt with me. Or whatever." "Well... all I'm gonna say is things are rarely as simple as we like to think they are," she said with an enigmatic smile. "Now come on, come out and watch a movie with us. We ordered pizza and it's going to be here any minute now. You can even pick the movie if you want." I made another token protest, then let myself be dragged out into the main room where Sam was waiting for us. Kat had been right about the pizza not being much longer to arrive, it was basically only a couple minutes later. I didn't end up picking a different movie and just settled in to watch whatever they were already in the middle of, since I didn't really care one way or the other. For the first while I felt a bit awkward sitting next to Kat while she snuggled with Sam on her other side. After a while it became less and less of a big deal until I wasn't even thinking about it any more. Eventually I even leaned against Kat a little in an attempt to get comfortable and she put her arm around my shoulder, effectively preventing me from straightening up again. Once I got used to being so close to her, it was actually a pretty nice feeling. By the end of the movie Kat and I were probably cuddling more than her and Sam were, though I hadn't been consciously aware of how it had happened. There was just something about her that made it easy to relax when I didn't fight it. When Sam got up to put in another dvd, I decided I was happy right where I was, and Kat made no move to get up or shift her position either. I spent the better part of the second movie falling asleep with my head on her shoulder. Eventually I gave in and decided it was time to go to bed, even though it was kind of early for me. There wasn't much point in trying to force myself to stay up, other than just being stubborn. When I almost fell right back down as soon as I tried to stand up, Kat giggled and got up to help me. "You're sleepier than I thought," she said. "Let's get you to bed." "'Kay," I said. I was tired, but I was also feeling pretty good. I was decidedly unconcerned about anything, up to and including my relative lack of familiarity with Kat. She might as well have been someone I'd known for years the way I leaned on her and let her lead me to my bed. Somewhere in the back of my head I kind of hoped she and Sam would work out, at least for a while. I liked having her around. "Alright, there you go," she said as I climbed, or more accurately fell, into bed. "Do you need anything else." "No, don't think so," I said. "Wish you could stay though, you're so comfy to fall asleep on." If I'd been any more alert, I never would have dared say anything like that. As it was, I wasn't thinking about anything other than rolling over and going to sleep for real. Kat stood there a moment, looking down at me with an amused expression. "Well, I could stay," she said. "You're a good cuddler too. Kind of like your brother." "Mm-hm," I mumbled without really paying attention. I closed my eyes momentarily, fully expecting Kat to leave once she'd gotten me to bed. However, the shifting of the mattress under her weight clued me in that she wasn't leaving, but rather crawling in beside me. This confused me for a second. "What ya doing?" I asked. "You wanted me to stay, didn't you?" Kat said. "Well, I guess," I said. "But what about Sam? And... whatever?" "Pretty sure he remembers how to jack off if he really gets desperate," she said. "S'not really what I meant," I said, blushing slightly and hoping Kat couldn't see it. Despite my limited protests, I wasn't unhappy to have Kat next to me. I had been sleeping alone for a long time, and that was a habit I didn't exactly mind breaking, even if it was with another girl. It wasn't like it was a sexual thing anyway, it was just nice in a purely platonic way to have that human contact. Plus she was soft and warm and generally much better than curling up with myself for the night. **** Kat was up before me the next morning, or at least awake before me. I had apparently been hugging her in my sleep, and thereby trapping her in bed until I woke up. She didn't look like she minded though. She had occupied herself by gently playing with my hair and straightening out some of the tangles obtained during the night, somehow without disturbing me. "Morning sleepy," she said. "Morning," I said, enjoying the feeling as her fingers continued to run through my hair. "You make the same sound Sam does when he sleeps, you know that?" she said. "Not quite a snore, but something kind of like it. Only softer." "Mmph, great. Just what I always wanted to learn about myself." "Oh don't worry, it's more cute than anything." I forced myself to roll away from Kat and let her get up if she chose. "Well as long as it's not just me, I guess it's not so bad," I said. "You really never heard your brother doing it?" she asked. "Siblings are supposed to jump on things like that and tease one another mercilessly." "Yeah, well... I guess we never really sleep in the same room so it wouldn't be much of an issue for us." "What, even when you were younger? That's kind of sad. Not even, like, camping or anything?" "Um... I don't think so. Why is that sad? Just because our parents never took us camping, that's not a huge deal. I went with friends sometimes anyway." Kat sat up and stretched, a maneuver that emphasized her physical attributes to an unfair extent for so early in the morning. Her hair wasn't even nearly as much of a mess as it should have been after just waking up. I decided she must have magical early-morning powers. "I guess it's not all that unusual," she said. "It's just that you and Sam seem like you would have been close when you were younger. Like you would have done things together." "I dunno, I guess we did sometimes. But the annoying little sister doesn't always get to hang out with her older sibling, you know? It's just how it goes." "Yeah, I'm aware. I have an older brother too, just like you, only mine's, like, almost six years older than me. I was even more of an annoying little sister than you. We never got to have any relationship outside of forcibly being siblings; there was too much of an age difference growing up for anything else. We were never nearly as close as you and your brother are." I squirmed uncomfortably. "We're not really as close as you seem to think," I said. "We're just siblings. That's all." "Oh really. Then why is it as soon as you needed help you went straight to your big brother? And why did he immediately decide you could stay with him? I know you don't know me very well Lily, but I can be quite stubborn when someone won't listen to reason. In this case, that someone is you." "Whatever," I said, shrugging my shoulders dramatically. "Maybe we're closer than some siblings. It's not a big deal." Kat's expression changed slightly, and I detected what appeared to be a hint of sadness. "You should just appreciate what you have, that's all. You've could have gotten much worse than Sam for a brother, even if it doesn't seem like it all the time." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I do love him and everything, even if it doesn't always show." "Okay, well I guess I should stop meddling then," she said. "I think I'm gonna go see if Sam's up yet, and if not I'll just have to wake him up." "I feel like I don't want to ask how you plan on doing that." "That's probably the right call." Kat slipped out of bed and left the room, presumably heading off to early morning sexy times with my brother. I was a little bit jealous, but I wasn't sure which of them I was actually jealous of. Or for what reason. I got up shortly after, and padded out into the main room. I was heading toward the kitchen and trying to decide what I wanted for breakfast when I noticed that Sam's bedroom door was open. It seemed a bit weird since I had assumed Kat would have closed it behind her for privacy, but then I realized that maybe I was assuming too much. Maybe Sam had been up already, or maybe I'd misinterpreted Kat's hinting toward early morning sex. Whatever the case, my curiousity got the better of me and I drifted a little closer to take a peek inside and see what was going on. Surprisingly, despite Kat having left the door open, she was kneeling on the bed beside my brother who appeared to still be asleep. He was mostly covered by his blanket still, so I couldn't really see anything, but Kat's hands definitely seemed to be up to something under the covers. I took that as my cue to turn away before I saw anything I didn't want to see, but Kat spotted me first. "Hey," she said, then pulled one of her hands out from under the blanket to beckon me toward her. "Want to come watch? He's still sleeping right now, it's really fun sometimes seeing his reaction when he wakes up." "Um, you mean watch while you jerk off my brother?" I said "That seems kind of weird. And gross." Kat shrugged. "Yeah, probably. Want to watch anyway?" "Why are you even asking me that?" I asked, while simultaneously realizing that I hadn't simply left yet like I should have. "Because I think you're like me and you get tired of being just the 'little sister'. Unlike me, I think you might actually have a chance." Again I noticed a slight sadness as she spoke, but it disappeared quickly. "Did something happen with you and your brother?" I asked. "Yeah, a while ago. Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. Not now though." She beckoned me toward her again, and this time I responded, though I wasn't sure why. It still seemed like a bad idea. As soon as I got close enough, Kat pulled back the blanket that was over my brother and revealed his erect cock, encircled by her slowly moving hand. Strangely it wasn't nearly as weird, or even as gross, a sight as I'd anticipated. If anything, it probably turned me on just a little. It was possible part of that was the fear of knowing Sam could wake up any minute and find me standing there; I'd experienced the same sort of thing a few times in my life when I'd almost been caught masturbating by someone. "Not so bad, is it?" Kat said softly. I shook my head, but kept my eyes firmly on the scene before me as I did. Watching Kat jerk my brother off was unnaturally entrancing, and it was actually kind of hot in a 'this is so wrong' sort of way. I stepped a little closer to get a better view, while Kat only smiled encouragingly. "I shouldn't be watching this," I said, more a statement of fact than an expression of displeasure. "So what?" Kat said. "Sometimes you just have to do what you want and ignore everyone else's rules." She paused and considered her own words for a moment. "Although, I haven't actually always had great results living by that advice, so maybe you shouldn't be listening to me." "It's a bit late for that," I said. Sam was taking a remarkably long time to wake up, I thought. Granted, with me distracting Kat she wasn't really focused on her handjob, and was doing little more than slowly running her hand up and down my brother's cock. I suspected if she'd been putting more effort into it he'd already be awake. Not that I was sure I wanted him to wake up. Ideally I'd leave before that happened, but it was too difficult to make myself turn away. "You want to try it?" Kat asked me. I stared in shock for a second, not having even considered that she might suggest something like that. "I don't think so," I said. "Come on, it's really not that hard," she said, then burst into a short giggling fit. "Okay, that was a poor choice of words." "He's my brother," I said, as though it wasn't already obvious. "I know, but you haven't left yet," she said, also pointing out the obvious. I hesitated, and Kat reached out to pull me even closer to the bed. I sat down automatically and did nothing to stop her from maneuvering my hand toward Sam's cock. It was pretty obviously something I shouldn't have allowed myself to be dragged into, and yet there I was, going along with it as though I had no choice in the matter. I half expected Sam to wake up as soon as my fingers made contact, but he didn't and I breathed a silent sigh of relief as I was made to grip his extremely hard cock. Kat's hand covered mine for a moment or two while she helped me jerk off my sleeping brother, then left as I began to maintain a rhythm on my own. I couldn't believe what I was doing, or how easy it had been to break one of the bigger, generally unspoken rules of society. There were some things I had always just taken for granted I'd never do, but now I had to consider that maybe some of them were only on that list because I'd never been given the opportunity. "How is it?" Kat asked softly so as not to interrupt my trance-like state. "Weird," I said, finding the most appropriate word I could. And it certainly was weird. Not bad necessarily, but definitely strange and confusing on a couple different levels. "You can go a little faster if you want," she suggested. "But he'll just wake up." "He's probably going to anyway. It'll be fine though, he's not gonna mind too much." I was about to ask how she could possibly know that Sam wasn't going to mind me molesting him in his sleep, when it suddenly became irrelevant. It was only the barest flicker of movement, and I almost missed it at first, but my brother's eyes opened and I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar, so to speak. For a long moment I remained frozen, maintaining a grip on Sam's cock but not moving even slightly. He stared back at me, keeping nearly as still as I was, which at least was better than him immediately getting pissed and kicking me out I supposed. Kat eventually had to break the stalemate by delicately laying her fingers over mine and guiding me to resume jerking Sam off. "Morning," Kat chirped, seemingly oblivious to the tension between my brother and I. "Morning," Sam replied somewhat warily. "Not a bad way to wake up, huh?" Kat said. Sam didn't look quite as certain about that, but he also didn't argue the point. In fact, he didn't do much of anything one way or the other. He just kind of let me continue giving him his surprise handjob. His lack of any serious negative reaction at least gave me enough confidence to keep my hand moving semi-automatically when Kat released me again. I knew enough about getting a guy off to know that it usually wasn't all that difficult. All it took was tightening my grip a little to make Sam groan softly in pleasure and lean his head back. I wasn't certain how far I really wanted to go, and in some ways I hoped Kat would take back over for me, but in the meantime I was kind of enjoying the reaction I was getting out of my brother. Any control I'd ever had over him before had been obtained by much more forceful means; this was something entirely different. "Told you he wouldn't mind," Kat whispered in my ear. "He seems pretty into it so far." She was right, there was nothing in my brother's appearance to suggest discomfort or uncertainty, but he also wasn't looking directly at me either. It was possible he just wanted to pretend I was someone other than his little sister; a perfectly understandable reaction as far as I was concerned. At the same time, some part of me hoped he wasn't imagining me as someone else. Jealousy wasn't much of a rational emotion at the best of times, in my experience. "Do it faster," Kat suggested, once again leaning into my ear so Sam couldn't hear. I took her advice obediently, speeding up my hand's movement and tightening my fingers again as well. Sam's breathing had become noticeably ragged, and though he still wasn't actively encouraging me, his body language told me more than enough. It screamed for me to continue what I was doing and helped dissuade any lingering thoughts I had of passing him back off to Kat. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for her or anything else to interrupt me. It turned out I was doing too good a job, however, since well before I expected it, my brother was cumming from my handjob. I let out an embarrassing sort of squeaking noise as his first shot of semen exploded from the erection I was still stroking, though I was sufficiently dedicated to keep jerking him the whole way through. Even if it meant getting some of his cum on my hand for my trouble. Once I felt Sam's erection finally start to soften I let go and raised my hand to get a better look at it. The backs of my fingers were sticky with my brother's cum, and I couldn't decide whether to be disgusted or turned on at the feeling of it. Probably a little of both when it came down to it. Kat didn't have nearly the same dilemma as I did, and as I watched she took my wrist and pulled it toward her mouth. With her eyes locked directly onto mine she poked her tongue out and delicately licked some of the cum off my hand. She repeated the motion several times, earning both mine and Sam's undivided attention as she did. I'd never really been into girls, nor felt the need to experiment, but still there was something undeniably hot about the way Kat cleaned me off. I didn't even protest when she sucked one of my fingers into her mouth, though the idea of letting her do it would have weirded me out under just about any other circumstances. Could Be Worse "There you go," she said once she finished. "All clean." The way Kat smiled innocently it may as well have been a perfectly normal thing to do. It wasn't though, and we all knew it. Whether or not she meant to get a reaction out of me, she had certainly gotten one out of Sam who was obviously getting turned on again. His cock was still lying out in plain sight, and it was noticeably stiffer than it had been a moment ago. Seeing as how Kat looked like she was about ready to jump my brother at any moment, and I'd pushed my boundaries more than enough for one day, I mumbled something about having to leave, then proceeded to do just that. The last things I heard before shutting the door behind me were a loud squeal from Kat and the creak of bedsprings protesting a sudden shift in weight distribution. I had no intention of looking back to see what exactly had caused it, I could guess well enough if I wanted to. I went back to my temporary room and got properly dressed, then puttered for a little while trying to find something to occupy my mind. It wasn't my apartment, so I didn't want to do too much reorganizing, but I managed to distract myself a bit simply by sorting through the clothes Kat had packed for me, since I hadn't had a chance to do that yet. Every now and then, the realization of what I'd just participated in broke through my defences and I had to force it from my thoughts. I knew it was wrong, that I really, really shouldn't have done it, but dwelling on it too much wasn't going to solve anything. Besides, so far it looked like there might not be any dire consequences to deal with, and there was a possibility that both Kat and Sam would politely not bring it up ever again. I doubted it would be that simple. An indeterminate amount of time later from my perspective, due to my deliberate attempts at distracting myself, Sam knocked on the door to my room. I didn't have the door all the way closed anyway, but I appreciated his consideration. "Sorry," I said immediately. "For what?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused as he stepped through the doorway. "For, you know, 'waking you up'," I said. "Oh, don't worry about that." I stared at him for a second. "That's it? That's all you're going to say?" "Lily, I'm pretty sure Kat's more to blame for what I woke up to this morning than you are. I really doubt you would have been in there if she hadn't persuaded you somehow. I know her well enough by now. Plus... it wasn't exactly a terrible experience." I smiled involuntarily at the indirect compliment, even though I was still waiting for some indication of displeasure from him. "Still, you're taking it way better than I expected. Better than I am even." "Well..." he said, scratching his head uncomfortably, "let's just say I didn't go into it completely unprepared." "How about we say more than that, because that makes no sense to me at all. How could you possibly have been prepared?" Sam hesitated for a second, then shrugged. "Kat likes to roleplay sometimes as a 'little sister'. I think it's some kind of fetish for her. And honestly, it's kinda hot." "Seriously?" "Um, yeah. Seriously. I know it's weird, but remember who it was sneaking into the other's room this morning, 'cause it wasn't me." I flushed a little, and I knew that I really didn't have any room to judge. "Sorry," I said again, for a different reason this time. "I'm just... confused." "That's understandable. I just wanted you to know we're cool, I'll leave you alone now." He flashed me an all-too-confident smile under the circumstances, then turned and walked away. I stared after Sam as he left while a broad mix of emotions swirled around inside me. In some ways I almost wanted him to stay and explain things to me. That was silly though, because I didn't even know the right questions to ask, let alone whether he'd have the answers I wanted. I also wished he'd been just a little more emotional about the whole thing instead of making me feel like the weird one. Apparently he and Kat had a brother-sister roleplay thing going, so in comparison I really shouldn't feel so much like I was the weirdo out of the two of us. I should have been used to feeling like that though, because my brother was nothing if not good at acting like he hadn't done anything wrong. I wished he'd share that talent with me. **** I made my way through an uneventful shift at work spending far more time than I liked thinking about both my brother and his girlfriend. It was probably a good thing Sam had talked to me that morning, or I'd have had to spend the whole day dreading what he was going to say to me. As it was I mostly just tried to figure out what was wrong with me, and Sam, and even Kat. Eventually my work day ended and it was back to Sam's apartment for me. I fully expected both he and Kat to be there waiting for me again, and I hadn't quite decided whether I wanted to hang out with the two of them or not when I did arrive. "Hey," Kat greeted me as I stepped through the doorway. "Hey," I said back, taking a quick look around for my brother. "Sam had to leave for a bit," Kat explained vaguely, as though sensing my unspoken question. "Just you and me for a while." "Uh huh," I said. "Oh don't look so worried. It's not like I've got any more surprises waiting for you." "Who said I was worried?" I headed to my bedroom to change and Kat followed me, apparently oblivious to my desire for some temporary privacy even when I pulled my shirt off and looked for a more comfortable one to switch it for. "I know I made things a bit awkward this morning," she persisted. "Actually Sam seems perfectly fine with it all," I said. "Yeah, but are you?" That was the question all right. I wasn't sure of the answer myself. "I've dealt with worse," I said. "If you say so," Kay said, bouncing onto my bed and sitting with her legs crossed as she watched me. "So what did you think then?" "About..." I said, while miming a jerking off motion with my hand. "It was kind of fucked up." "Yeah, but other than that. Did you like it at least a little bit?" There was a strange earnestness to Kat's line of questioning, and I got the feeling it was important to her I said 'yes'. "I guess I did," I said. "A little bit. But I really shouldn't have at all." "It doesn't have to be a bad thing you know. You could take it as a good sign that you and Sam are as close as you are." "Yeah, I could take it that way. I don't think we're supposed to be that close though. What is it with you and your brother obsession anyway?" "Oh, that." Kat paused for a moment. "I told you about my brother right? And how he's a lot older than me? I mean, I still don't really understand how it happened, but I absolutely idolized him, you know? And I wanted him to at least like me and want to hang out sometimes maybe. I wanted so bad for him to, I don't know, talk to me about important stuff, or watch movies with me, or... anything really. But when we were younger, being six years apart was just too much. I was never anything more than a little sister to him. And of course by the time I grew up some, he was out living on his own." "That sounds kind of rough." "Yeah, it was. It's probably why I'm always subconsciously looking for a substitute brother figure, and, well, Sam's not a bad fit." "Uh huh, he told me about your 'roleplaying'." Kat had the decency to look somewhat embarrassed about that. "What can I say, it's just what I'm into. But at least I think you sort of understand where I'm coming from, right?" "Sort of." I sat down half-facing Kat on the bed and toyed with the corner of the sheet. "I'll admit it's nice to know that Sam's there for me when I really need him. And I'm glad that we're as close as we are I guess, but I just don't know if we should be any closer than that. Plus, I'm honestly not sure I like the interest you have in our relationship given your particular sexual interests." "Fair enough," Kat said, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. "But I assure you my intentions are at least partly noble. I do want you two to be happy, even if I do kind of get off on it." I sighed and let myself fall back to lie on the mattress. "You know, the sad thing is I think I might get off on it a little too." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean, I don't know. Maybe." "Well, there is a way to find out for sure. You cou--" "Nope," I interrupted. "I don't wanna know. I have a pretty good guess what you're going to say." Kat grinned. "Okay then. I'm pretty sure it won't be that long before we're finding out anyway." She jumped off the bed and took a few steps before turning around for a moment. "Sam's still probably going to be a while, maybe a couple hours or something. You want to hang out with us some when he gets here though?" I suspected her invitation was a not-so-subtle way of getting me and Sam together some more for the sake of seeing what would happen, but at the same time I wasn't totally sure I was opposed to that idea. "Yeah, okay," I said. **** As soon as Sam arrived later on that evening, Kat gathered all three of us together to watch a movie. I fully understood it was a pretext for something else, but I wasn't sure if Sam did or not. He didn't really say anything one way or the other, even when Kat and I flanked him on the couch and each curled up next to him. It surprised me how natural it felt to snuggle with my brother, considering it wasn't something we'd ever done much of. It seemed like there was a lot of potential I'd missed out on in our relationship all these years. In some ways I supposed I should thank Kat for opening my eyes to it, but on the other hand it had all been at least partly for her benefit so I wasn't sure if it counted. At some point Kat's hand made its way to Sam's lap, and proceeded to gently rub the area around where his cock was. I had been waiting for her to do something like that so I caught her maneuver immediately, but I pretended not to at first just to see what my brother was going to do about it. For a few minutes that meant him pretending nothing was amiss just the same as I was, though it became pretty obvious he was struggling not to openly react. Eventually I gave in and slipped my hand down to join Kat's. It didn't take my brother long at all to realize we were both down there teasing him to erection, but aside from the occasional peek I continued to pretend like I wasn't even paying attention. From what I saw, Sam was loving the attention, and what I felt in his pants suggested much the same thing. He was getting quite hard, to the point where I suspected it must actually be getting a little uncomfortable. Kat ended up solving that particular problem by unzipping his pants and working his cock free. "You two gonna gang up on me, huh?" Sam said, not sounding like he minded in the slightest. "Mm-hm," Kat said. "And don't pretend you don't love it." "I suppose it could be worse," he admitted, still briefly trying to feign indifference. "I got kinda lucky with you two." "Damn right you did," Kat said, poking him hard in the chest. I wasn't paying all that much attention to the dialogue between the two of them, I had something more important to focus on. Sam's prominent erection was being mostly ignored and it seemed like such a waste to let that continue. Since I already had some experience, wrapping my fingers around it didn't require pushing through nearly so much mental inertia this time. I stroked up and down on his cock a few times and shivered a little at just how easy it was for me to do something so wrong. Bad as it may have been, it was somehow also kind of liberating in a sexual sort of way, crazy as that was. There was no risk of being judged for it, and I felt far safer with both Sam and Kat than I was used to with anyone else in my regular life, despite how recently Kat and I had actually met. Safe enough to contemplate going further than just jerking off my brother. Before I could chicken out or convince myself it really was a bad idea, I leaned down until my head was nearly in Sam's lap. His cock was right in front of my face, practically inviting me to do what I wanted to do. All I had to do was part my lips and lower my head, and suddenly it was in my mouth. So many different parts of my body twinged with the sheer, delicious wrongness of it all. Without looking I could sense two sets of eyes firmly on me, and all sound seemed to have stopped except for what little I was making as I worked Sam's erection deeper into my mouth. I knew neither of them would stop me, but still it was reassuring when I felt my brother's hand placed gently on the back of my head, neither pressuring me onward or pulling me away, but just letting me be. It was exactly the right gesture to encourage me. "Fuck that's hot," Kat breathed. I privately agreed with the sentiment. I was getting majorly turned on by my own perverse actions, and my pussy was becoming more and more insistent that it get some attention soon. It didn't help when I started hearing noises from above me that suggested Kat and Sam had started seriously making out. For a few minutes I continued sucking off my brother, gradually working one of my hands between my legs to press against my pussy. Part of me wanted to just strip naked and finger myself to orgasm, but I wasn't quite ready to do that in front of an audience. Plus it would have meant giving up on my blowjob, which I also didn't want to do just yet. I was enjoying it way too much. "Okay, quit hogging the dick already," Kat said. I pulled my mouth free just long enough to make eye contact with her as she maneuvered in on the other side. For a moment I thought she wanted to take over, and I was going to let her even though I wasn't completely happy about it, but instead she started licking and sucking on her side of Sam's cock, indicating that she was going to share. I joined her and resumed taking care of my side with my tongue and lips, despite how occasionally we'd make contact with each other. Given the situation, a little accidental tongue contact with another girl didn't faze me nearly as much as it normally would have. Besides, I was sure the effect on Sam would be well worth it. As if to prove me right, Sam gave a low groan and leaned back even farther in his seat. I felt his caress on the back of my head again, once more urging me to keep going, and I could see him doing the same to Kat. I smiled a little to myself at how, in some ways, my brother wasn't really that different from any other guy. "God, I'm gonna cum if you two keep going like that," he said. "Maybe that's the idea," Kat said, straightening up a little as she spoke and removing her shirt. Sam grabbed her before she could rejoin me and she giggled as he pulled her closer to suck on one of her nipples. It was fine by me if he wanted to play with her tits, because that left his cock all to me again and I was determined now that I was going to make him cum. Sure I had technically done it once before, but I hadn't been sure about it that time and I hadn't really wanted it quite the same way I did now. It was a subtle distinction, but one that was very important to me at that moment. I figured between Kat and I, and all the work we'd put in already, my brother couldn't possibly last all that much longer. And just to make sure I got the job done I began taking him as deep as I could into my mouth on every down-stroke, deep enough for the tip of his cock to gently ram the back of my throat. A couple times I had to resist the urge to gag, but it was worth it since my work was soon rewarded. Sam's mouth must have been full of either Kat's boob or her tongue because all I heard was a couple muffled sounds from him before he shot his load. I had been anticipating it anyway, so it wasn't like it was much of a surprise. I swallowed his cum as it came, barely managing to keep up with it but in the end I only let a little spill out and down my chin. As I sat up Kat wiped that small trickle off my face and sucked it off her fingers. She gave me an impressed smile before turning back to Sam. "How'd that feel?" she asked him. "Not too bad for a little sister, is she?" "That was pretty amazing," he admitted. I felt myself blush at the praise, but secretly enjoyed it at the same time. "Can't believe I did that," I mumbled. "Well you did, and it was fucking hot," Kat said. "But now I think I need some attention." Kat man-handled my brother and herself into a position where he was between her legs with his head right around waist level. It started to make things a little cramped on the couch, so I perched myself on the arm and let them have most of the cushion space. I probably would have just left them alone at that point except I was still horny as fuck and needed to get off pretty badly. I kind of would have preferred Sam eating me out rather than Kat, but I had to settle for watching him take care of her instead while I masturbated. At least it was better than doing it alone in my room. **** I had weird dreams that night, which was not entirely surprising I supposed. What little I remembered tended to involve Sam, though generally not in a sexual way interestingly enough. Still, it was just one more reason for him to be the first thing on my mind when I woke up that morning. I knew it hadn't been a dream when I actually sucked him off last night, but it definitely felt like one. I absolutely could not stop obsessing over it as I went through the familiar debate of whether to get up or go back to sleep. Those thoughts and images of my brother running through my mind actually presented me with a third option as I got more and more turned on. My hand slipped down between my thighs and I delicately stroked my pussy a couple times. I didn't often masturbate first thing in the morning, but this was a very different morning for me in some fairly important ways. I was interrupted by soft knocking on my door, and as I lazily turned to take a look I remembered it hadn't even been closed. Sam was standing there in just a pair of boxers with a small, lopsided grin on his face. "How long you been standing there?" I asked. "Couple minutes," he said. I was pretty much covered by my blanket anyway, so I doubted he could have seen what I was up to. Not that it mattered so much at this point. "Thought there'd be a girl in bed with you already," I said. "Don't tell me you're more interested in watching me sleep." "I just wanted to talk to you," he said. "Just us." "Okay. So what's up?" "Well, I've been thinking about stuff. And Kat asked me last night if...." He trailed off, probably deliberately trying to make me curious. It kind of worked too. "If what?" "If you and me were gonna have sex." Oddly enough, that was actually a pretty good question. I wasn't sure about the answer myself. "What did you say?" I asked. "I think I went with some non-committal mumbling," Sam said. "It's really not like it's completely up to me." "Yeah, but it's partly up to you. You must have an opinion at least." "I guess that's true." He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "I'm kind of worried about what you're going to think of my answer though." "If it's a 'no' because I'm not hot enough, then damn right you should be worried." "Not even close. It's more like if I say 'yes' you might think it's just because I'll fuck anything with tits." "Anything with nice tits," I corrected. "I know you have some standards." "Thanks," he said. "I think." "No problem. Would it help make your mind up if I told you I was naked under the covers?" I actually kind of impressed myself at how casual I made my question sound, and I was pleased to note the bulge that began to appear in Sam's boxers as his cock hardened slightly. Despite his alleged concerns, I knew that if he truly found me desirable, it wasn't because I was just another girl for him to have his fun with. Whatever else he might be, he was still my brother. Could Be Worse Sam stepped closer and sat down beside me. His new position had the happy side-effect of making his partial erection even more obvious to me. "Are you really naked under there?" he asked. "Only one way to find out," I said. He hesitated for maybe a second or two, then reached for the top of my blanket. I hardly even breathed as he pulled it slowly down my body, revealing more and more of my bare skin to him. I was glad I hadn't bothered with any sort of pyjamas the night before since I was pretty sure it wouldn't have been nearly the same effect. In particular, I loved watching his cock get harder and harder underneath his boxers just from looking at me. "What do you think?" I asked, even though it was pretty obvious what he thought. "I think you look good with no clothes on," Sam said. "Yeah, I can kinda tell," I said, reaching out to lightly grasp his cock. I stroked it a couple times, which he seemed to like, but then he moved away and crawled onto the end of the bed, almost between my legs. "What are you doing?" I asked. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Admittedly, it wasn't actually that difficult to figure out what Sam was up to. At the same time, watching my brother get into position for eating me out was way, way too surreal for me. Apparently he didn't have nearly the same issue with sorting out his reality, because before I knew it his face was buried in my pussy. I covered my eyes with my hands in a childish attempt not to get overwhelmed. I wanted it, I truly did, but part of me still hadn't adjusted to the idea of desiring my brother in that sort of way. My internal conflict did not, however, prevent Sam from doing an amazing job and gradually getting me too horny to care about anything other than the pleasure. Somewhere along the line, he'd learned how to lick pussy like a pro. "Mmm, feels good," I moaned encouragingly. Sam never even paused, he just kept licking. Before long he found my clit with his fingers and began rubbing it in time with his established tempo. It was driving me absolutely crazy. The longer he went, the less control I seemed to have over my own body. At some point my hips started rocking back against his mouth all on their own as though it would help somehow when actually, if anything, it was more likely hindering. Still, even with my 'assistance', Sam soon had me built up right to the edge of orgasm. "Keep going, keep going," I whispered over and over as my back arched involuntarily and my thighs tightened on either side of Sam's head. I tried my best not to scream out loud as I came, and mostly succeeded too. It was a close thing though, given the intensity of it all and the waves of pleasure wracking my body. And in the middle of everything was my brother, the cause of all those sensations. Even if it was just the orgasm talking, I felt so much love for him at that moment. Sam straightened up once I finally relaxed my legs from their death-grip on him. He looked overly self-satisfied with his performance, but he'd earned it so I wasn't about to get annoyed. I watched as he removed his boxers, freeing his long since fully-hard cock, then slowly crawled on top of me. I knew what was coming, but I still jumped a little every time his erection accidentally bumped against me. It had probably been a good idea for him to get me off first since it meant I wasn't quite as wound up and tense as I otherwise might have been. "Kat's gonna be so pissed she missed this," he said. "I'm sure you can make it up to her," I said. He smiled and nodded. "Guess I'll have to." His cock was poised directly above my pussy, ready to enter at the slightest push. It was crazy how much I wanted it inside me. Partly just because I was horny, but also because it meant something important, even if I wasn't entirely certain what. Possibly something about our relationship, or the freedom I had to make choices, or some bullshit like that. Whatever the case might have been, I mostly just wanted Sam to hurry up and get on with it. "You gonna do this sometime today?" I asked. Without directly responding, and while making eye-contact the entire time, he slowly lowered his hips and I felt my pussy lips part for him. I hissed in pleasure as his cock slid inside and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer. After an unexpectedly sudden thrust I had to bury my face in his shoulder in an attempt not to get overwhelmed. "You okay?" he whispered. "M'good," I mumbled. "Keep going." I was pretty sure he was almost all the way in me now, though it was hard to tell since he started pulling out more on each stroke and the increased force of his penetrations made it hard to concentrate on much of anything. Particularly since I couldn't quite shake the realization that I was being fucked by my own brother. My pussy tightened involuntarily every time I thought about it, something Sam was probably enjoying. There were a couple times I moaned a little louder than I meant to, and I was sure Kat would hear and come investigate, but she never did. She must still have been sleeping. In some ways I didn't know if I preferred having the privacy, or if it would have made it hotter having her watch. It was something to keep in mind for the future I supposed. "You know you're actually fucking your little sister right now," I said, more to hear the words than to communicate with Sam. He groaned and his next few thrusts were harder than before. "Don't say that. It's way, way too much for me to handle right now." I smiled to myself and waited a moment before leaning right into his ear and whispering, "what's the matter, you don't like being reminded of the bad, bad things you're doing to your baby sis?" It probably wasn't a great plan for getting him to last longer, but the thrill of how much control I had was too much to resist. He groaned even louder as I whispered a few more dirty things to him, doing everything I could to remind him of how wrong the situation was. Soon he couldn't take it anymore and pulled out of my pussy mere seconds before cumming and spraying his cum all over my tummy. I stared at the sticky mess on my stomach for a moment, then poked at it with my finger. I was covered in my brother's semen, and I was fascinated rather than revolted. It was a weirdly sexy feeling. "You're bad," he said when he caught his breath some. "I know," I said. "I wouldn't have just let you do all that if I wasn't." He rolled off of me and we lay there just looking at each other for a moment. I thought of all that had happened in the past few days and everything that had changed, especially the things that I couldn't possibly have ever predicted. "You think Kat's really gonna be okay with what we just did?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so," Sam said. "She's pretty much going to insist on watching next time though. Or participating." "I can live with that." I curled up next to my brother and nestled myself against his chest. It was a nice feeling; warm, comforting, and it held a promise of things to come. "I think maybe it wasn't such a bad thing someone broke into my apartment," I said. "Yeah," he said. "Maybe it wasn't."