True to her word, Evie crept back into Jason's room about five minutes after she left. Whatever she was doing, she ruined her night vision, so she stumbled over to Jason's bed and plopped down.
"Do you mind turning on a light," she asked.
Without speaking, Jason stood, walked to the door, and slid a rolled-up towel under it. He was used to staying up late and had long since made a habit of blocking any light from escaping under his door lest he alert his mother to his nighttime activities.
That accomplished, he walked back to his bed and clicked on his bedside lamp. It's wasn't exceptionally bright, so it likely seemed dim to Evelin, but it still momentarily blinded him.
Lifting his arm to shield his eyes from the light, Jason unwittingly exposed his still slimy cock, limply hanging free from his boxers.
Noticing it, Evie giggled, "Well, hello there. Aren't you a little cutie?"
Confused, Jason looked at her, then, following her eyes, realized he was displaying himself. "Oh, shit. Sorry."
As he moved to cover himself, Evie placed her hand on his arm, "No, it's okay. That's why I brought this." She held up a damp washcloth, then, without asking, reached out and began cleaning the saliva and semen from his flaccid phallus.
Not quite sure where to look, Jason turned his attention to his sister and was disappointed to discover that she had changed out of the sexy nighty and into regular—and much less revealing—pajamas.
Glancing up, Evie noticed the look of disappointment. "Sorry," she smiled up at him. "I thought this outfit was more appropriate for conversation."
As before, when she first snuck into his room, Jason was gobsmacked by just how calm, and mature Evie was acting. She had literally just jerked off her older brother mere minutes ago. And now she was cleaning his cock. How was she not freaking out?
He had to say something, "Evie, I'm not complaining about anything that's happened tonight, but how the hell are you so calm about all this?"
She smirked but kept her attention on his penis as she gently wiped it clean. "Well, for one thing, this isn't the first time I've done something like this with a boy."
"Oh," was all Jason could say. He was a virgin, and being five years his junior, he kinda assumed that maybe Evie was too.
Evie picked up on the subtle meaning behind his response but ignored it. "Also, I've been planning this for several days now."
"Really?"
"And, Mom's been telling me for years, 'When you love a man, you need to make sure all his needs are being met at home.'
"I've been thinking a lot about how we treat you," she continued, her voice growing somber. "You deserve better. You deserve my love, and I'm going to give it to you."
"Wait, Mom told you to do this?" Jason was so confused.
"Oh god, no!" laughed Evie. "She told me that if the man you love isn't satisfied at home, he'll seek excitement elsewhere. So, if you don't want to lose him, you better keep him happy."
"Even your own brother?" Jason asked. He immediately regretted it. He certainly didn't want to talk his sister out of doing more with him.
"Well, no. Er, I don't know...
"I guess it never came up. But I do know that you deserve my love. And, Jason," she pushed his cleaned cock back into his shorts and looked her brother in the eye, "I know that I don't want to lose you.
"I know you want to leave. I know you hate it here. And for good reason," she quickly added.
"I know that I haven't been a good sister. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"
Jason was taken aback. No one had ever given him such a sincere apology in all his twenty-three years. "Evelin...," he started before she cut in.
"You work so hard for this family. You've been so strong for us, for me. You deserve so much more than we give you. The least I can do is to give you my kindness and my love.
"When dad died, the whole world went upside down. Eventually, we found this new 'normal,' but that normal somehow involved you being treated like shit.
"I never liked it. I was never comfortable with it. But, I never did anything about it either.
"No more. You're my brother. I love you. And I won't lose you."
Under her breath, Evie added, "Not like we lost Dad."
Jason didn't respond right away; he didn't know how to. But, after several heartbeats of staring back at his sister, Jason sat next to her on the bed, leaned in, and wrapped her in his arms.
They just held each other like that for several minutes. Neither spoke. Neither moved.
Eventually, Jason shifted to holding Evie by her shoulders as he leaned back and looked at her appraisingly.
Evie had no choice but to drop her eyes demurely under the intensity of his gaze, but she didn't pull away or move to cover herself.
She was beautiful, Jason realized. He had never considered his sister in this way before. To him, she was just his little sister. And, if that wasn't enough to ensure only chaste thoughts, he had avoided his family for years now.
When he did see her, he kept it as brief as possible. Looking at her now was like seeing her for the first time.
She was genuinely beautiful, not the beauty of youth that so many young women have but quickly lose. No, like their mother, she had a classic and enduring beauty.
Long dark hair framed her gorgeous face, pert nose, and stunning hazel eyes.
Unlike their mother, for whom birthing three children had given her a moderate and womanly bosom, Evie's chest was much more modest.
Even so, based on the glimpse Jason got earlier, she more than made up for it with her voluptuous backside. And, in all honesty, Jason was more of an ass man anyway.
Finally, having taken in his sister's appearance and deciding that he wanted to pursue this new dimension to their relationship, Jason addressed her.
"Evie, thank you so much for everything you've given me tonight. Physically...it was amazing. But more than that, thank you for your words. It means a lot.
"I'm still confused. And please understand I am NOT rejecting you; I genuinely just want to understand. But, could you explain this 'keep your man at home' stuff that Mom told you?"
"Sure," Evie responded, "but can we lie down and cuddle while we talk?"
Jason just smiled, repositioned himself on the bed, then pulled his sexy sister down next to him.
Once they were positioned, Jason spooning his sister, her luscious backside snuggled up nicely against him, Jason prompted her again, "So what's this all about."
"Well," began Evelin, "I guess it started...hmm...I'm trying to think of the best way to explain this.
"Okay, when Dad died, Beth was...what, like sixteen, I guess? You were..."
"Thirteen, I had just started the eighth grade."
