All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
It was a pleasant dinner. Kate drank plenty of wine and spoke in a cascade of hurried words about all sorts of trivial subjects. She brought up the soccer game tomorrow, and how much she was looking forward to seeing Nick play. She hadn't attended his soccer games for a few years, and the siblings exchanged a surprised glance at this. The more she drank, the more Kate talked about how fine a man Chris was and how lucky Alyson was to have him. She didn't make much eye contact with her daughter while she made small talk about the garden, yoga, and other sundry topics.
After dinner, Nick and Alyson helped their mother clean up and followed her into the living room where she picked up a book and curled on the couch. She gave Nick a tight smile before putting on her glasses. With Alyson home, Kate clearly didn't want to mess around with him. The siblings went up to Nick's room and sat in awkward silence for a while. Nick was on his desk chair, and Alyson sat cross-legged on his bed.
"So ..." Nick rubbed his forearm absentmindedly. He was so used to their physical intimacy, it felt strange to sit alone with her and keep his distance. "Are you coming to my game tomorrow, too?"
"It's in the afternoon?"
Nick nodded.
"Chris wants me to go to the gym with him in the afternoon." Alyson sighed.
"You're not going to do that." Nick frowned. "So, I'll see you at the game?"
"I feel like I shouldn't stand up Chris. We'll see, okay?" Alyson watched her brother nod, and they sat in silence again. After a while, she made eye contact with him. They both blushed. "What did you and Mom do today?"
"Um ... we made a Bolognaise sauce." Nick feigned innocence.
"You know what I'm talking about." Alyson rolled her eyes at him. "We're waaaay beyond being coy."
"I thought you were patching things up with Chris and didn't want to stay in the loop ... so to speak." Nick wasn't quite sure what she wanted, but he wanted to give it to her.
"Yes, but now there's another riddle. Well, actually there's a riddle to get to a riddle. And ..." Alyson shrugged.
"I thought we were ignoring the last riddle. The dog ate our homework, remember?" Nick was getting a little annoyed. He wanted to spoon her and go back to the way things were, but he didn't know what she wanted.
"Just tell me about Mom, okay?"
Nick wasn't going to argue. He loved telling his sister about what he'd been up to. He remembered how she used to twist her face in disgust when he told her about his progress with the riddles. Now, her mouth hung slightly open, and her eyes got quite dreamy. Eventually, he finished recounting the day. The way Alyson looked at him seemed to beg for a kiss. He kept his butt in the chair, not wanting to violate any of her new rules.
"She's big like me now? With milk? I can't believe I didn't notice." Alyson felt warmth in her belly. Her panties were soaking.
"She's not like you. Her boobs look more like ... I don't know ... mom boobs. They hang a little more."
"But you said they were gorgeous." Alyson cocked her head at him.
"They are. They're perfect mom boobs. And yours are perfect, too. Just different." Nick felt the land mines all around him. He hated talking about bodies.
Alyson's laugh was kind. "I was just curious, don't have a stroke." She leaned back. "I sort of wish I could see them. I can't believe I fell for the oversized sweater trick. That's my trick."
"Maybe you're supposed to see them." Nick rolled his chair a little closer to her. She still had her
kiss me
face on. "We don't know why Enki gave her milk."
"Maybe he was just being perverted."
"Well, that's a given." Nick nodded and moved his chair a little closer still. "Everything Enki does is perverted."
Alyson looked over at her brother, her lips still parted. He was right next to the bed now. "Well, are you going to kiss me or what?"
"I thought you said ..." Nick sat frozen in his chair, hesitating.
"Sometimes you need to read the room, Nicky. Take a risk."
"Okay." He playfully lunged from his chair and took her in his arms. They giggled together as they fell sideways on the bed. He cut off their laughter with a kiss. Her tongue was as lively and playful as ever. So, she wanted him to kiss her, even when she'd asked for space. He was learning new things outside the loops. He wasn't sure about the subtleties of "reading the room," but he was excited to learn more.
Alyson joyfully let his fingers knead her boob, his desire never clearer. It thrilled her to be wanted. Eventually, she broke the kiss. "We need an alarm or something ... in case Mom comes up here."
"We could just go to your apartment."
Alyson wrinkled her nose at him. "You think Mom's going to let you sleep over?"
"It is the weekend." Nick was feeling more confident. "I'll kiss you while you think about it." They made out for a while longer. Now working under her shirt, he pulled her bra cup out of the way. Her tit was so wonderfully malleable.
She pushed her brother away. "Okay, let's see what she says." She fixed her bra, straightened her shirt, and got off of bed. "Go grab what you need for a sleepover."
"Right." Nick grinned at her. He retrieved his toothbrush and a change of clothes, stuffed them into his backpack, and met his sister downstairs.
They found their mom still curled up in the living room. Kate took off her reading glasses and put down her book when she saw them. She smiled at Nick, still avoiding eye contact with Alyson. "What's up?"
"I'm going to spend the night over at Alyson's apartment," Nick said.
"Really?" Kate raised her eyebrows. "What about the game tomorrow?"
