It was Christmas Eve, 2012. Our parents had to travel to Ontario to tend to my grandmother who had a stroke, leaving my 18 year old brother and me alone for the days leading up to Christmas. My mother had told me that they hoped to be able to return Christmas day, but even that was uncertain.
I was sad and depressed that our Christmas had been disrupted this way. Feeling lonely and nostalgic, my brother and I had raided my father's liquor cabinet as we watched classic Christmas movies after dinner on Christmas Eve.
The loneliness of my parents being away at Christmas, coupled with the alcohol, combined to making me very vulnerable and longing for any human touch.
It started out quite innocently. I gave Michael a shoulder massage and he rubbed my feet as we watched 'It's a Wonderful Life'.
But soon the touching became increasingly intimate, and resulted in us masturbating each other to powerful orgasms, and then humping naked on my brother's bed until we each came a second time.
With Michael's semen smeared across both of our bellies, we decided to cap off the night by relaxing together in our parent's large Jacuzzi bathtub.
Michael and I were reclined together in the warm tub. We sat opposite each other. The water did not fully cover my breasts; my erect nipples sat just above the water's edge.
Michael's penis was firm but not erect. It seemed to float in the water, rising and falling as he breathed. I continued to be intrigued by this wonderful new pet I had discovered; my brother's penis.
His penis bobbed up and grew slightly as he breathed. I felt loved, desirable, and pretty for the first time in my life.
I wanted to be held, so I moved over towards him, turning my back to him and nestling my way between his legs so I could rest my back against him. I lay my head back so it was resting on his shoulders.
I felt his penis pulse against my back. The contact with me began to make my brother hard again.
After a few firm pulses against me, Michael's penis was obviously making him uncomfortable. He pushed my back forward slightly with one hand and adjusted the position of his growing erection with the other. He then pulled me back against him again. Now his penis was pointing up towards his navel.
Michael brought his hands over my shoulders and gently tweaked my nipples as we cuddled together. I felt his boner continue to throb against my lower back as I lay there in his arms.
I was in heaven. I was completely relaxed and content as I lay there in post orgasmic bliss, my eyes closed resting in my brother's arms.
"Would you like to sleep with me in my bed tonight?" I offered hesitantly.
A huge smile broke out on Michael's face. "Yes, I would. I would like that a lot."
The thought of us sleeping together and being able to hold and touch each other through the night was very appealing.
After cuddling with Michael for several minutes, I bolted forward from my brother's arms. I heard a sound that threatened my very existence in my parents' home. I heard the distinct sound of the automatic garage door opener activating. Instantly I knew our parents were coming home unexpectedly.
And I was naked in my parents tub with my brother!
I panicked and screeched, "Oh shit! Michael! Mom and Dad are home"
Both Michael and I instantly realized the gravity of this situation as we scrambled to get out of the tub. I released the drain and grabbed a towel as I scampered out of my parents' bathroom.
As I fled my parents' bathroom, I could hear the car pulling into the driveway. I ran naked through the living room as the headlights briefly shown through the front window.
I grabbed my sweat pants and panties, as well as Michael's gym shorts, which were strewn across the living room floor before bounding up the stairs. Michael was right behind me, his erect penis swinging wildly as we both fled the scene of the crime.
I remember observing that the fire place was down to glowing embers at this point. The TV was still on, playing 'Miracle on 34th street'. The movie Michael and I had been watching, 'It's a Wonderful Life', when our intimacy started earlier in the evening, had ended long ago.
Quickly, I donned my flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, sans panties. I did not have time to put on underwear. I wrapped my wet hair in a towel and grabbed my robe, before descending the stairs just as my father came through the door lugging two suitcases. Mom was right behind him carrying her purse, a computer case, and a shopping bag. Both parents looked very tired. Their exhaustion could play in our favor.
The shock of my parents' early return seemed to sober me up. I no longer felt any effects of the alcohol. Trying not to look or sound guilty I expressed surprise at seeing my dad, "What are you doing home? I didn't think we would see you until tomorrow."
I could hear the quiver in my voice, but I could see that my dad was more concerned with hauling the suitcases into his bedroom than the shaky manner in which I spoke.
"We decided to come home early and spend Christmas with you kids. Your mom will return the day after tomorrow to be with your grandmother. But we did not want to miss Christmas with you."
As they both disappeared momentarily into the bedroom, I grabbed the two empty tumblers which had previously held the vodka and orange juice and rinsed them in the sink. Then I went to the bar to ensure that there were no 'tell tale signs' of us helping ourselves to my dad's liquor. Everything looked to be in order.
The bathtub was just finishing draining when my parents entered their room. "Who's been using our tub?" Mom asked.
"I took a Jacuzzi bath. I hope you don't mind. I haven't had a chance to rinse the tub yet." I replied, feigning innocence.
"No, not at all. But do clean the tub. That's all I ask," Mom responded, indicating that she bought the story. She certainly did not jump to the conclusion that Michael and I had been in the tub together. Who would?
My heart was still pounding in my chest as I began to think, 'I might actually pull this off. They do not suspect a thing.'
Michael came down a few minutes later dressed in his gym shorts and t-shirt. I was very pleased to see that his erection had disappeared.
Mom and Dad quickly unpacked, changed into their night clothes, and returned to the living room. Mom got a glass of wine and Dad poured himself a 'scotch rocks', as he called it. And we sat around discussing my grandmother's condition with my parents occasionally asking about what Michael and I had been up to.
I learned that evening that the best form of lying, and the easiest way to remember what you said is to tell the truth while leaving out the incriminating details. So we told our parents about the spaghetti dinner, watching 'It's a Wonderful Life' in front of the fireplace, feeling sad and nostalgic that they were not here with us, and of me deciding to take a Jacuzzi bath in their bathroom; while leaving out any mention of the vodka, the foot massage, the petting, humping and orgasms.
And they were not the least bit suspicious.
Everyone went to bed shortly after midnight. I lay in my bed, my mind racing about the incidents of the evening. I could not believe Michael and I had done the things we had done. But more amazing was that we were so stupid that we almost got caught.
Then the door to the 'Jack 'n Jill' bathroom Michael and I shared, cracked open and Michael entered into the darkness of my room. The bathroom, which we shared, connected our rooms, and allowed passage between our rooms without entering the hallway.
The only light in the dark room was coming from the LED dial on my clock. Michael's form was silhouetted, but the red glow from my clock as he approached my bed.
"Michael, what are you doing in here? You can't be in here. Really," I whispered.
Michael just sat on my bed, ignoring my protest and said, "Can you believe we almost got caught? That was so fucking freaky."
"We were lucky. Thank god the garage is right next to the master bathroom and we heard the garage door open. Can you imagine if they had walked in on us?"
A shiver ran through me as I thought about the consequences of being caught like that with Michael. It was simply too much to fathom.
Michael reached up and caressed my breast. I grabbed his hand and tried to remove it. Michael was too strong. I could not remove his hand from my breast, so I held it still.
"Michael, no. We can't do that now. It's crazy. Mom and Dad are downstairs."
"Kelsey, they are asleep. They never come up here. When was the last time either of them came up here at night?"
Michael had a point. Neither of our parents likes climbing those stairs. The staircase probably could not be any more of a deterrent to Mom and Dad if were a moat with alligators. When they wanted us, rather than climb the stairs my mom would use the intercom and my Dad would simply yell up the staircase. They almost never ascended the stairs.
In fact, if there was something that needed to be carried up the stairs, they would just leave it on the bottom step for Michael or me to carry up.
But that was not the point.
"Michael, we can't be 'together' when they are here. We just can't. We probably shouldn't be doing this any more regardless of whether or not they are home; but when they are here, we have to behave."
"I just want to hold you for a few minutes. I just need to hold you." Michael pleaded as he released my breast, got up, and walked over to lock my bedroom door that led to the hallway.
I said nothing. I knew this was crazy, but I too wanted the contact. I wanted to be held.
The lock made a distinct click as Michael pushed it, assuring me that the door was indeed locked. No one could just walk in on us.
I could see just the outline of his form as he returned to the bed.
"Michael, we can't do this. It is too risky." I protested. But I knew my tone was unsure and not convincing. The lack of conviction in my voice revealed to my brother what I knew deep inside; I wanted him to stay a while.
He sat on the side of my bed and slowly he pulled back my quilt. I could feel my pulse quicken in anticipation.
