Dammit, this week is going to suck! My brother, who I haven't seen in 8 years, called to say he's coming east for a week and needs a place to stay.
The real problem is, it's going to fuck up my social life. I sleep over at my boyfriend's sometimes, but I suppose I'll have to pretend to be a good girl and stay home with Billy. Oh well, its only six days. There's a car pulling in the drive, I'll bet that's him.
"Wow, hi Billy, I'm so happy you came! It's been a long time!" Wow is right; this is not the Billy I remember. He looks like he's gained about 40 pounds, and its all muscle. I remember when he was in high school there were always girls hanging around so he must have been sorta hunky, but he's five years older than I am and I was just a kid then. He's 31 now and I'm not sure I'd have recognized him on the street.
He stops in the doorway and stares. "Hey Jennie, is that really you? I remember a skinny little kid. You look great!" And I can see he's staring right at my 36B's. Good, because it give me a chance to stare too, because he IS a hunk! Mmmmmmmmm, I almost wish he wasn't my brother.
He steps through the door and wraps his arms around me, giving me a big hug. Ahhhhhhhh, that feels good! He doesn't even know his own strength 'cuz he's really crushing me to him! Then he hands me a bottle of wine and says, "I stopped and picked this up, I have no idea if you even drink it, but I figured since I'm kinda intruding, it might be a nice peace offering."
"No intrusion at all," I lie, "it's great to see you again. I'll put this in the fridge and maybe you can help me drink it later. But I was going to ask if you've eaten, because if not, there's a nice little Italian restaurant down the street and I've been wanting to get back there."
His face lights up. "That sounds great, sis! I haven't eaten since before I got on the plane in LA." We head out to the restaurant and have a nice meal. He orders a bottle of wine there, similar to what he brought. But it's a nice wine and he picks up the tab, so that makes it even better. We split the bottle and drink the whole thing, so by the time we get home my cheeks have a nice flush to them, and I feel a bit warm. I don't want to admit that being so close to my hunky brother might be part of the reason. But the truth is, he's been gone so long it's more like being out on a date with a real nice guy. Hard to remember he's family.
And when we walk in, I forget for a moment. He says, "Thanks for the great idea sis!" and bends his head to give me a kiss, and I know he was gonna kiss me on the cheek, but I turn my head and meet lips with lips. I can feel he's surprised, but he doesn't pull back and our arms quickly slide lightly around each other. It just seems natural. It's a little hard breaking apart, and we just look at each other. I dunno what's going through his mind, but my feelings aren't very sisterly. In fact I might be a little bit damp.
It's after nine, but there's a TV show he wants to watch before bed, so I turn the set on and ask if he'd like some of his wine with me. With the tiny buzz I already have it sounds great to me and I guess it does to him too, 'cuz he says, "Sure." The wine is cold and I pour a couple of large glasses and settle down by him.
He takes his glass and says, "Thanks, Jennie," and leans over to give me a little kiss again. But this time, what he has in mind is lips, from the start. I don't have any problem with that at all, the last time was so nice, and our lips meet and grind just bit before parting. But I'm gasping again, and wondering, was that his tongue I felt touch my lips?
I sit next to him to watch his show, and take a few sips of my wine and set the glass on the table. When I sit back, somehow my hand rests lightly on his thigh, and my leg is pressing against his. When He looks at me, I smile and give him a little squeeze. He just smiles, but then I feel his arm slide behind my shoulders, and his hand urges me a little closer to him. The TV show is a loser anyway, and I just kind of rest my head against his shoulder. It feels really nice when that hand starts stroking up and down my arm. He and I both polish off our wine, and I take the glasses to the kitchen. And I figure what the hell, and empty the bottle into them.
When I get back, I notice his face is a little red, and judging from the burning sensation, I'll bet mine is too. But I do know I feel good. And oh my god, he looks good! When I sit back down I pull my legs up on the couch and lean against him, smiling, I stroke my finger over his hair and down the side of his face. "Billy, it really is nice to have you here," I say smiling sweetly.
He turns a little to me and we sit there smiling at each other as we sip our wine. I think he's forgotten the TV now, too. About half way done, he sets his glass on the table, and I follow suit. When I settle back down he reaches out and slides his arms around me and pulls me to him, hugging me to his chest. Ohhhhhhhhhhh god! I know it's not right, but damn, it feels good.
But it feels even better about two seconds later when I feel his lips on mine again. And there's no doubt this time, that's his tongue. And it's in my mouth. And that's my hand sliding up and down his thigh as I flatten my breasts against his chest. When I moan into his mouth, his arms get even tighter, not that I was trying to get away. And when I slide my hand up his leg I'm surprised when I touch something I wasn't expecting. A bulge in his pants. I let my hand slide up over it and move back and forth a couple of times. Yup, I was right, that's his cock.