When in the main university library, all cell phones must be set to either Vibrate or Silent. Typically, no one calls my cell phone, other than my big brother or occasionally our mother, so I usually left the cell phone on Vibrate just so I would not forget to set it on entering the main library each morning.
Sitting in the shade near the fountain in front of the library, I was finishing lunch when there was a vibration in the front left pocket of my jeans. I literally jumped, nearly spitting out my drink, because I was not expecting my cell phone to "ring."
It was Eric, calling to say he would be picking me up since the office was closing early that day. I was smiling as I returned to the building, for I would be seeing my big brother earlier than usual that day.
I was just walking out of the library when I saw him walking toward the fountain where we had agreed to wait. He was still wearing his shirt and tie outfit, clearly sweating a bit in the summer heat and making me feel underdressed since I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and sandals. But that was soon forgotten as we headed home.
As usual, the apartment was quite warm, since we did not leave the A/C on when neither of us was there. I was accustomed to it, since I usually arrived home first and could turn on the A/C so that the temperature in the apartment was comfortable by the time Eric returned from work. It was clear, however, that since he was still wearing his shirt and tie outfit, the heat was nearly unbearable for him, especially with the tie around his neck.
"I have an idea," I told him. "Go undress and I'll join you in a few moments."
He looked at me strangely for a moment, clearly wondering what I had in mind. "Okay," he agreed, and trudged toward his bedroom.
I turned on the A/C and went into my bedroom to quickly strip out of my clothes, then hurried to the kitchen to take a tray of ice from the refrigerator. When I stepped into my big brother's bedroom, he was just removed his shirt, the final garment, and turned to see me, equally naked, with a tray of ice in my hands and a sweet not-so-innocent smile upon my face.
"Good idea," he admitted. "Very good idea."
Face-down upon the bed, Eric was ready. I knelt beside him and extracted a pair of ice cubes from the tray. With an ice cube in each hand, I rubbed the frozen water over my big brother's bare back, smiling wickedly as he shuddered from the initial contact of the coldness against his heated skin. When an ice cube was completely melted, I obtained another one and resumed my self-appointed task, rubbing the melting ice all over his back, his ass, his arms, his legs, his hands, his feet, his neck, even briefly against his testicles (which truly made him shudder and groan nicely), and when I was done, the A/C had done its job, cooling the temperature to a relatively comfortable level.
What I had not considered beforehand, however, was the wetness on the bed. The melting ice had needed to go somewhere, and what had not immediately evaporated or seeped into Eric's skin had found its way to the bed itself. It would most likely be completely dried by the time we were ready to sleep that night, but I vowed that we would sleep in my bed that night anyhow, since I figured that neither of us would really want to sleep in wetness.
"Get another tray of ice," my big brother whispered, and you can do my front side as well."
