Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get the next part done, especially since it's so short. Hopefully noone is too disappointed. The story continues beyond this, for anyone who's curious, and will get back to the philosophical a little more.
Laura laid back comfortably on her bed and thought; something which she'd been doing a lot in the past forty-eight hours. She didn't have all that much to think about, but she found herself working in circles.
She gently stroked her dirty blonde hair, whirling it around her finger and leaving a small curl as she pulled away.
Two days ago, Laura had come face to face with a deep ethical question. It was something that most people never have to deal with, because they either have siblings or they don't. She was somewhere in the middle.
She was born without siblings and raised by a variety of people. The system tried to accommodate her, but such things are never perfect. She was thirteen by the time a family finally adopted her for good. Now they were her family, plain and simple.
About that same time however, she started to have fantasies about physical and emotional intimacy. The object of her chemically overloaded mind became her older brother. The few people who she shared this information with told her that it was completely natural and it would go away when she got a big older.
Just two days ago, she had been confronted by her all of her fantasies. She was eighteen now, and yet her lust burned just as strong as it had when she had been 'crazed'. Maybe she was still crazed.
Either way, she couldn't escape from the realization that she felt an overpowering attraction towards her brother.
'Normal sisters don't have to worry about this sort of thing' she said to herself, as if that fact helped her at all. She'd been repeating that to herself for almost two days, and it didn't make it any easier.
Many of us are caught in situations like hers, pacing back and forth or lying immobile, paralyzed by the decision that we must make. It isn't usually the decision at all that we struggle with, but more the justification for the choice we know that we'll eventually get up the courage to make.
An hour more spent staring at the ceiling was all it took. She slid around on her bed and sat up, facing her closed door. Her clothing was strewn between her and the handle, cast aside hurriedly as she had made her way to her bed that morning. She could never relax with clothes on, and she needed to have a clear mind to make such a huge decision.
She stood, tiptoed around her shirt and panties, and gripped the door handle firmly. As she twisted, she heard the familiar click that signalled the lock disengaging. She pulled, and it swung open silently, revealing the empty room beyond.
She swungaround and went back to her bed, laid down, and began waiting. She was done thinking, done deciding, and done justifying. Now, she was ready to act.
Not ten minutes later, she heard a familiar shuffling above her and heard the door close. She waited still. Moments passed.
"Laura? You down there?" Kevin called.
Not sure what to say, she simply remained silent. It wouldn't be long until he walked down the stairs. He always did.
She sat up on her bed and again faced her door, now swung wide open. Her mind was racing with anticipation. She was nervous, but excited as well, and couldn't quite tell which sensation was stronger.
There was a slow, quiet series of thumps as Kevin gradually made his way down to the basement.
"You there, Lor?" he called again.
This time, she spoke up.
"I'm in here" she replied intently.
Kevin picked up his pace as he walked past the large couch, rounding the corner into her room. When he entered, he stopped abruptly.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Lor, I didn't realize you meant you were naked in here" he said, turning around.
Even as his head spun away she could feel his heavy gaze examining her pert breasts and falling for a moment between her legs. From his angle he'd only been able to glimpse her bush, but it was an improvement over the last two days. She'd barely said a word to anyone and had spent almost every waking hour inside her room.
Even in that second, he'd caught enough of a glimpse of her chest to bring back the images that their experience had burned into his mind. Kevin could remember the soft globes that he'd wished he could touch and caress. He could see every dimple, every freckle, and the soft milky tone – offset by the light red of her hard nipples.
He just stood there, so she decided to push him a bit further.
"I thought about what you said, and I agree with you. I just really felt embarrassed with what I said, so I needed some time to think before I could talk to you about it."
Kevin slowly turned to face her again. She felt his eyes lock to her breasts once again. They were even more beautiful than he'd remembered.
"You know I love you, right Kevin?" She asked, putting on her best cute face. Kevin melted and smiled.
"Of course I do. I love you too, Lor."
She stood and walked over to him, swaying her hips, letting him get a flitting glance of her slit.
Reaching up with her arms, she motioned for him to hug her.
He leaned down slightly and pulled her into his arms. Kevin could see straight down at the small of her back, which rolled out into her round ass cheeks. They billowed out from her body slightly and she bent over a little to make them even more pronounced. The sight of her lower cleavage sent ripples or warmth up to his face. He felt himself getting hard and tried to end the embrace, but she held on.
"I want to tell you something, Kev. It's kind of weird, so just let me finish before you say anything."
