For Me 5

Michael walking around the house naked was nothing really new. He'd done it for as long as Holly could remember. Not all the time. Usually he wore clothes. But, on occasion, her little brother seemed to think nothing about striding into the kitchen or down the hallway to the bathroom nude. No concern for who was there. No embarrassment. He was as likely to stop and talk as he was to give a nod and walk on by.

But then it stopped. Not all at once, but gradually he'd be in a towel or his boxers when in the past he'd have been naked. To Holly's knowledge, their parents hadn't ever said anything to him about it. The one time her mom remarked on his nudity, she said that was just something boys do and nothing to worry about.

So the summer after his first year of college, when Holly, herself newly graduated, came downstairs late one morning wearing the extra-long tee-shirt she'd slept in and found Michael naked in the kitchen fixing himself a bowl of cereal, it seemed a bit of the throwback. He stood there with his back to her, either not having heard her come down the stairs or not concerned about it. The light coming from a window highlighted the muscles in his back, the s-shaped curve of his spine as ran from his neck to his butt. Tall and slender with long legs, he looked to be cutting something on the counter.

When she reached the base of the staircase, he became aware of her, turned his head, gave an shy smile and said, "Hey, I thought you were going with mom and dad." Their parents had left for the weekend to a cottage at the beach.

"Decided not to go," she said approaching him.

"Sorry about this," he said. "Thought it was just me here."

Holly grinned and shrugged. "It's okay. I don't mind. I remember when you used to walk around naked all the time."

"Yeah, yeah," he said slicing a strawberry. He placed the halves in the bowl on top of the cereal and milk, lifted the bowl off the counter, and turned around to face Holly. His stomach was flat, his penis long, relaxed, content. "I was going to sit out by the pool," he said.

"I'll join you," she said. "Let me get a cup of coffee. Thanks for making it."

"Sure." He took a step toward the patio, but stopped, then placed the bowl on the counter and turned towards the stairway.

"Where you going?" Holly asked.

He shrugged. "Get some shorts," he said. "Like I said, I thought it was just me here."

"Nooooo," Holly said gently taking his arm into her hands. "Stay like this," she said. "I don't mind. It's like you used to do." She drew close to him, only as tall as his shoulders, her head leaned against his arm, her green eyes big and wide in a playful display of cuteness.

He laughed. "If it's fine with you," he said picking up the bowl.

"Definitely," she said letting go of his arm. She poured two coffees and followed him out to the pool area. The sun was not yet shining in the backyard. No neighbors could see into the area. He sat at the glass table covered by the umbrella. She placed a coffee in front of him and sat down next to him.

"Why didn't you go to the beach with mom and dad?" he asked. "You love it down there."

"True," she replied, "But, I've seen enough of mom and dad since getting home. They're great, but maybe I'll survive one weekend without them."

"I hear that," he said. "They're awesome, but one of them is always around. A little space will do us all good."

Holly smiled. "You just wanted to lounge around naked," she said.

"Exactly," Michael nodded. "I didn't even make plans to see anyone. Told them all I'd be at the beach with my parents. I was just going to chill out by the pool au naturel."

"You still can," she said.

"I know," he said. "I have an awesome sister who doesn't bat an eye at her bro strolling around without a stitch."

"Swinging his big thing," she joked.

"Shut up," he laughed.

They fell into what might be dismissed as a routine conversation between grown siblings about experiences at school, plans for the summer, when she'd leave for grad school, how he liked his gig painting houses, past significant others, potential significant others, and movies they'd each seen recently. But none of it was filler. They said nothing to just say something, to just fill the space between them and pass an hour in something other than awkward silence. When they did lapse into a quiet moment they both breathed easily and let the quiet settle over them.

Though the sun hadn't arrived in the yard, the air was warm. Michael stood, stretched, arched his back nonchalantly, his penis hanging loosely and pushed forward, his balls resting behind it, one slightly lower than the other. He stepped toward the pool, lowered himself into the water seemingly without causing a ripple, and slid beneath the surface, his body elongating and moving in a straight line under the surface. Holly watched him. His gorgeous backside. He looked like a figure encased in glass. Of all the males ever in her life, he was the only one who never wanted anything from her. Her past boyfriends and boyfriend wannabes, of course, all want The One Thing from her. Teachers all wanted her attention and perfect grades. Her dad wanted the grades too, but he also wanted the perfect daughter to put on a pedestal and subtly boast to his peers about. But, Michael never demanded anything from her. Never asked for anything. Never acted like she owed him anything. Simply as she was. That's all he ever seemed to expect. Nothing more.

He surfaced on the other side of the pool, his head sticking up. He wiped his eyes.

"Is the water cold?" she asked.

"A little maybe," he said. "But it's fine."

She held up one hand, extended the thumb and index finger, and then slowly drew them together. "Oh so cold," she laughed.

He shook his head, said "Whatever," then went back under water, his legs pushing off the wall of the pool and propelling him back in her direction. When he reached the edge of the pool, in one motion he pulled himself out of the water and stood in front of her. He shook his hips to prove his penis was still long enough to wave, and then laid down on a lounger. The sun moved from behind a tree and touched his body. Holly allowed her eyes to settle on him, his own eyes shut. As he lay there drying in the light and the air, any shyness she might have felt to be gazing at him receded into the background. She remembered when they were younger and they'd wrestle, not with him naked, but spontaneously one or the other would start a match, and she remembered the first time he pinned her, and how as they aged, it was no longer a match.

After the sun rose high enough to fill the pool area, Michael sat up, his skin dry. He stood up and said something about wondering what time it was, and then stepped through the sliding glass door into the house. Holly followed him. In the living room, she jumped on his back and thrust her weight to the left as though to try an tackle him.

"What are you doing?" he laughed.

"I'm gonna take you down," she said.

He laughed out loud. "Right you are, sis."

She thrust her weight once more to the left and got him to stumble just a bit. "Going down, little brother."

Then, all at once, her entire body shifted horizontally, she felt an arm hold her waist against his, as two hands grabbed her ankles, and then lifted her until she was vertical, upside-down, and facing away from him. She caught her tee-shirt as it fell and held it against her breasts, the pink panties she wore underneath now on full display. He held her out at arm's length. "Okay," said Holly. "Maybe not." She started laughing.

"Here," he said, "I'm going put you down," his voice sounding serious. Holly stopped laughing wondering what was wrong. He lowered her gently to the carpet until she lay on her belly. Then she rolled over and saw the problem.

His penis stood fully erect in a way that she at once recognized as not being a casual morning boner but being, what a couple boyfriends would have called a full-on rager. It looked sculpted, especially the edges of the tip. A bead of precum perched on the head of it. Holly got to her feet and stood in front of him. "I'm sorry," he said, "It just happened." She shook her head, said, "No, don't worry," and then reached for it with both hands, her left hand cupping it, and her right hand softly stroking the top of it. Michael sucked in a breath and bowed his head as he let it out. They stood there for a minute wordless as she caressed it. Then she let go, took his right hand into hers, and led him to a couch.

He laid down on his back and propped himself up with a pillow. Holly knelt next to the couch so that her head was next to and even with his. Then she reached for his still hard penis with her right hand. Precum ran down the length of it. She wrapped her fingers around it, felt its firmness. Slowly she moved her hand up and down, both of them watching it move from tip to base and back again. After a few strokes, they looked each other in the eye, and Michael reached out with his right hand and ran his fingers through her curls. Her paced quickened. He let out his first moan and she smiled, her eyes big and bright. "Oh Holly," he said. She looked at his penis, felt it swell. Her hand glided up and down, the precum making it so easy to do.

His breathing became erratic. His eyes widen. He gazed at her and moaned and said how good it felt. His chest rose and fell. His hips swayed back and forth. Oh Holly. She held it tighter, moved faster. She could hear a note of uncertainty in his voice, and at once she said You can let it all out. It's okay. It's me. Just us. She went faster and he cried Oh with each stroke. Let it all out, she said. Let it all out. She repeated saying that, his cries getting more intense. Over and over, getting ever closer.

Until she said, "Do it for me. Let it out for me."

His body immediately seized up, his penis throbbed in her hand, in silence, until she saw the first rope shoot out of it in an arc that landed above his shoulder on the couch. He cried her name as the next rope splattered on his chest, the next on his stomach. After that the cum oozed out the tip and ran over her hand as she slowed the pace, gradually bringing it still as the last streams of cum dribbled down from the tip.

She let go and wiped her hand on her tee-shirt. His right hand started caressing her head softly again. He turned his face to hers, and in a moment that could have been suffused with fear, regret, and trepidation, they, brother and sister, instead shared a tender smile.