Growing up, Cara and Devon weren't close. They had completely different interests and Cara could never really see Devon as anything more than an annoying little brother. Which is why it came as such a surprise when Devon asked her to move in with him.
Devon had just graduated college and was looking for a place to live. Cara welcomed him with open arms, as her rent had just increased and she was pleased he would be able to take some of the pressure off of her shoulders.
The first few weeks were tense, as they hadn't spent much time together since Cara had moved out of their parents house when she was 18, and even then they weren't the friendliest to one another. But soon enough, an olive branch was released by Devon when he asked if she wanted to eat dinner with him. After the initial awkwardness, the two began to grow closer.
***
Ever since I could remember, I knew that Cara was the most beautiful woman I would ever meet in my lifetime. She was much taller than me, even now, she stands at 5"9'. In another lifetime, she could have been a model. She was skinny, but thick where it mattered. Her ass was toned and her breasts were the perfect size for her body.
She had long, tan legs. Her hair was a dark shade of brown that went all the way down to her waist. Her hair was perfectly straight, not a single strand ever out of place, except for the small curl at the bottom. Her eyes were also a dark shade of brown, like looking into a dark reflective surface. She was beautiful and I never knew how to tell her.
I don't know if she ever picked up on my feelings, but growing up, she avoided me as if I were some sort of infectious disease. If she only knew what I was thinking about right now, she would kick me out of her apartment so fast.
She was sitting on the couch right next to me, so close I could touch her, yet so far away at the same time. She was enthralled with whatever was playing on the television. I couldn't keep focus long enough to know what we were watching, all I could think of was how tight-fitting her shirt was. I could see the outlines of her breasts. I tried to hide the fact that I was staring, but then I caught a glimpse of her nipple. It was cold here for a reason. Whenever she felt even the smallest chills, her breasts would perk up and her nipples would pierce through her shirt.
I tried to manage my thoughts, but they got the best of me. Before I knew it, my dick was pressing hard against my jeans. I tried to fight it, suppress the urge, but it was too strong.
"I'm gonna take a shower," I said.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," she said, not taking her eyes off the screen. "I'm not pausing it."
I was glad her attention was turned elsewhere. She wouldn't pay any mind to me or what was going on in my pants if she was focused on the TV.
I turned on the shower and gave into my most primal urges, feeling absolutely disgusting afterwards.
***
Devon finally came out of the shower, right as the credits were rolling. He had a bad habit of using all of my hot water. He spent, like, 45 minutes in there.
I watched him come out of the bathroom. I was just about to tease him when I got the strangest sensation. I was made almost completely speechless.
He emerged with just his jeans on. His shirt was soaking wet and in a ball in his hands. I was unfortunately made aware of how attractive he was.
He was fit, the lines across his abdomen trailing their way down, down, down...
I caught myself before I began thinking the unthinkable. He's my brother. And an annoying one at that.
"Didn't you go in there with all of your clothes?" I asked, jokingly.
"Yeah, but you didn't replace the towel, so I had to use my shirt," he said.
