Learning Together

Notice: This is an extremely long story due to the level of description. Slow burn barely begins to seem appropriate. If you're looking for a fast paced, this isn't the story as any action doesn't begin until roughly the half way point. It's sort of my written take on ASMR as it attempts to capture the emotional and visual feelings of the two characters. Feedback is welcomed as long as it's constructive as this is my first attempt at this. If you read, I hope you enjoy!

Stephanie strolls into the living room, head tall, and shoulders back, but most notable is the extreme arch in her lower back that makes her already notable backside standout all the more, with the typical posture of a gymnast. Her walk stiff, but feminine. Her clothes consisting of a pair of sweat pants over her unitard. The unitard is sleeveless and a vibrant red. She spots Jeff sitting on the couch, eyes glued to his laptop. She smirks, saunters over, and plops down next to him, not bothering to look at what he's watching. She's now 21 and in college, on a gymnastics scholarship. He's still in high school at 18, getting ready to finish his senior year. They're both on the awkward side of the social scale, both being introverted.

She's been in gymnastics as long as she could remember. While she's good at it, it doesn't seem to love her as much as she loves it. She's never been among the elite. She blames her body. She's never been built like the stereotypical gymnast, having more curves. Her breasts larger, hips wider, it feels like parts get in the way on certain apparatuses, or judges scoring her down because her lines just don't look right she believes. All of this has also always made her self-conscience about her body. Which in turn makes her uncomfortable around guys.

Many guys have tried hitting on her. She's a gorgeous gymnast that's bendy in ways you don't often see. Sadly, when they do try to flirt with her, she misreads the situation and thinks they're either just being polite, or simply thinking they're toying with her. She tends to be a bit more self-deprecating and dismissive.

Jeff on the other hand is the proverbial nerdy type. He's not a bad looking guy, just socially awkward, which made him the opposite of the cool kid at school. His social status decided for him, he spends most of his time in books, or on his computer. He plays a lot of games online and learning programing. His plans after school are to go to college and become an engineer of some sort.

"What's up, Jeff? Still drowning in your nerdy fantasies, I see." She playfully nudges his arm. "Anything good going on with you?" she asks grabbing the TV remote flipping through what's on.

Jeff jumps slightly as Stephanie plops down beside him, her sudden presence startling him out of his engrossed state. He quickly minimizes whatever window was open on his laptop, hoping she didn't catch a glimpse of the content. Turning to face her, he gives a warm, genuine smile, despite the initial surprise.

"Oh hey, Stephanie! Didn't hear you come in," he chuckles softly. Laughing or smiling being the way he responds when he's nervous. And he's currently nervous, hoping she didn't see anything. His eyes drift to her attire, taking in the vibrant red unitard rising out from her sweatpants. He swallows hard, trying not to stare at how it clings to her athletic form.

"I was just, uh, catching up on some, um, coding stuff," he lies, his eyes flicking back to the laptop screen before meeting Stephanie's gaze again. "So, what's up with you? Just finished practice?"

Jeff's eyes quickly glance at her unitard once more before he quickly looks away. The discomfort in her own skin always causing her to misinterpret the looks she gets. The countless hours in the gym, leaving her no time around guys so she never knows how to interact with them. If it wasn't for her love of gymnastics, as well as her scholarship, she may have quit long ago, knowing that she's never going to be among the elite. This has left her insecure about her looks. Even though she can tell the way Jeff looks at her isn't the way he should be looking at his sister, it's different when it's Jeff. It doesn't bother her. It makes her feel... she's not quite sure what, but she doesn't hate it. He's to nerdy to be threatening and that nerdy quality makes it more endearing than anything. And the fact that it's her brother clearly means he wouldn't actually be interested in her.

"Right, 'coding stuff'", she says, making air quotes with her fingers, teasing him. She gives him a knowing look, but decides to let him off the hook. "Yeah, another day, another practice. Think I'm just gonna chill in front of the TV for the evening, and find something to watch." She stretches her arms above her head, arching her back slightly. The movement causes her breasts to strain against the tight material of her unitard, which doesn't go unnoticed by Jeff, who steals a quick look at her chest. "I'm going to go change quick. I just wanted to get out of there after practice, hence the reason I'm still in my leotard," she states matter-of-factly, getting up from the couch. She states, reading his looks at her attire as him wondering why she's still in her gym clothes.

Jeff swallows thickly in response to her stretch and trying to not stare as she walks away. His already engorged cock twitching involuntarily. Hoping she doesn't notice, he adjusts himself thinking,

how do her nipples not show in that? For that matter, how does she smash them down in that thing?

He's had a thing for her since he first became aware of girls. He's always tried to suppress his feelings for her for several reasons. First and foremost, she's his sister, being the obvious problem. And aside from that, just look at her, she's way out of his league he believes.

Now he just hopes to simply not do anything that's going to make things awkward between them. She's always been kind to him. She doesn't treat him like the geeky kid that's cramping her style. Being a few years older than him she would drop him off at a friend's house on her way to practice, or buy him and his friends tickets to R-movies when he wasn't old enough. She talks to him like he's one of her friends and not a little pest or the annoying brother he may have been considering how much time he always wanted to spend with her. But, no matter how much he tries, there's moments he just can't help looking.

"You wanna join me?" she asks, plopping back down on the couch and pulling up the streaming service on the TV. Her shifting as she tries to getting comfortable causes her thigh to brush against Jeff's. Thinking nothing of it, she gets comfortable, and settles in, her thigh settling a couple of inches away from his.

"Uh, y-yeah, sure. Sounds good." He stammers; his voice slightly higher than usual. The brief contact does not go unnoticed by him. He closes his laptop, setting it aside on the coffee table. As he does, his arm accidentally brushes against Stephanie's thigh. He jerks back as if burned, a light blush creeping up his neck. Clearing his throat, he tries act as if nothing happened. She once again doesn't seem to have noticed the brief contact. He leans back on the couch, forcing himself to focus on the TV screen.

"What are we watching? Anything specific in mind, or are we just browsing?" he asks,

Stephanie glances over at Jeff, noticing the slight blush on his cheeks. She frowns, concerned. "Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit flustered." She reaches out, placing a hand on his arm. She's always been affectionate with Jeff growing up. Even now her touch is gentle and reassuring.

Taking his nod as he's fine, she looks back towards the television. "We can watch whatever you want. I'm easy," she says, her thumb absently rubbing small circles on Jeff 's arm. She doesn't even realize she's doing it, the action completely natural to her. Jeff on the other hand feels his heart race from Stephanie's touch. He's acutely aware of every point of contact between their bodies. The warmth of her hand seeping into him, sending shivers down his spine. The proximity of her hip to his. The imaginary heat from the briefest of contacts between their thighs now feels cold and vacant.

"I was thinking maybe a comedy? Or an action movie? Anything to distract me from the meet coming up," she suggests, her eyes scanning the selection on the screen. She's so used to being around Jeff that she doesn't even consider how her actions or words might be inspire his imagination. To her, this is just a normal evening hanging out with her little brother.

As she scrolls through the options, she shifts closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder, making Jeff hyperaware of her hair tickling his cheek, neck and ear. She's tired from practice, and the comforting warmth of his body is always welcome. She feels safe with him. She always has. He's her anchor, her rock, the one person she can always count on. Jeff is always there for her whenever she needs. He's never been too busy, and even if he's seemed like she was disturbing him, he'd drop what he's doing to help.

"What do you think? Anything catching your eye?" she asks, her voice soft and slightly muffled against his shoulder.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

This is Stephanie, my sister

, he reminds himself, but it's getting harder and harder to ignore his feelings for her. Especially when she's this close to him. He knows he shouldn't feel this way, but he can't help it. She's beautiful, kind, and she makes him feel seen in a way no one else ever has.

"Um, yeah, a comedy sounds good," he manages to say, his voice strained, trying to will his erection away. He can't think straight with her this close to him, the scent of her strawberry shampoo filling his nostrils, and her soft curves pressed against his side.

He tries to focus on the TV screen, but his eyes keep drifting to Stephanie's face, watching as her lips part slightly as she breathes. He wonders what it would feel like to kiss her, to feel her lips against his, to taste her.

He shakes his head slightly, trying to banish the thought. He can't think like that.

She's my sister, for god's sake

, becoming his internal mantra to try and banish the thoughts. But even as he thinks it, he knows it's a losing battle. He's falling for her, hard, and he doesn't know how to stop it.

Stephanie smiles softly as Jeff agrees to watch a comedy with her. She loves spending time with him like this, just the two of them, relaxed and comfortable in each other's company. She knows he's a bit awkward around her sometimes, but she's always put it down to him being younger and not knowing what to say to girls, even if it is just her.

"Great, comedy it is then," she says, lifting her head from his shoulder as she scrolls down to the comedy section.

As Stephanie scans the choices, her attention back on the TV, Jeff takes another opportunity to steal a glance at her. She's changed into shorts, but now wearing a tank top with it. Her cleavage is on full display at his angle and looking down the open neckline, he sees no signs of a bra crossing the expanse below her impressive orbs. He misses her warmth immediately, the absence of her touch leaving him feeling cold and empty, just like after her thigh brushed him. He wants to pull her back into his arms, to hold her close and never let her go.

Man, I need to find a distraction,

he thinks.

He shakes his head slightly, trying once more to clear his thoughts. This is getting out of hand. He needs to get a grip on himself before he does something he'll regret. Before he does something that could ruin everything between them.

"With so many options, how can it be so hard to find something?" he says asking the age-old question, and his voice sounding more normal now that she's not pressed up against him. He forces himself to focus on the screen as she's scrolling through the options, trying to find something they'll both enjoy.

As she does, he becomes aware of his muscles tiring in his left arm because he's been holding it awkwardly to keep from touching her. Needing to relax it, he gently lowers it down to his side resulting in his hand touching Stephanie's thigh again. This time, he doesn't jerk away. Instead, he lets it stay there, acutely aware that the back of his hand brushing the smooth skin. He swallows dryly, knowing the thoughts going through his head would mortify her if she knew. But his lust is overriding his rational thinking.

Maybe she doesn't mind? Maybe this is a sign that she wants me too?

He starts to rationalize in his mind.

He glances over at Stephanie, trying to gauge her reaction. She doesn't even seem to have noticed, her attention still on the TV. Reality setting in that he's reading into an innocent interaction between siblings, and he's seeing signs where there are none. But he can't deny the way his heart races when he's around her, the way his body reacts to her touch. Just more confirmation of his obsession and that it's his alone.

While Jeff is dealing with his inner turmoil, Stephanie is completely oblivious, focused solely on finding a movie they can both enjoy. She scrolls through the options, occasionally pausing to read a description or watch a trailer. She doesn't notice how long Jeff's hand lingers against her thigh, the touch inconsequential and her mind too preoccupied with the task at hand. Even if she did notice, she wouldn't have given it a second thought. They "snuggle" all of the time, so random body contact is to be expected.

"Ooh, how about this one?" she says excitedly, stopping on a movie she's found. It's a romcom, one she's been meaning to watch for a while. She turns to look at Jeff, her eyes bright and eager.

"What do you think?" she asks, her hand coming to rest on his knee as she faces him. The action is innocent, and completely platonic in her mind. She's touched Jeff like this a thousand times before, a simple gesture of comfort and affection. Her movement causing an overlapping of limbs, Jeff's hand instinctively pulls away from her as he feels her hand touch him. "S-sure, that one looks good. Ready whenever you are," he declares.

Stephanie smiles brightly at Jeff's agreement, her hand giving his knee a gentle squeeze before she turns back to the TV. "Awesome, let's do it then!" she says enthusiastically, hitting play on the movie.

As the opening credits start to roll, she settles back into the couch, her body naturally gravitating towards Jeff's warmth. Assuming the natural movie time position, she snuggles up against his side, her head finding its usual spot on his shoulder. This is how they always watch movies together, cuddled up close, sharing each other's warmth. It's comfortable, familiar, and Stephanie loves every second of it. It brings back that sense of closeness and safety from when she was younger.

Jeff's heart skips a beat as Stephanie snuggles up against him, her head resting on his shoulder once again. Moving his left arm, he wraps it around her instinctively, pulling her closer to him. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he can't seem to stop himself. She never thinks a thing of it, her innocence of guys typical moves allowing him to take liberties he probably shouldn't. He knows for her; this is a completely innocent gesture of them just snuggling in. For him it gives a view he can take advantage of without her noticing, and fantasize egged on by the feeling of her body against his.

As the movie starts, she finds herself laughing along with the jokes, her body shaking slightly against Jeff's with each chuckle. She feels completely at ease, completely content in this moment with her brother. Jef's attention split between the movie and her cleavage. The smell of her shampoo rising up to stimulate another of his senses. It takes everything he's got, but he manages to direct his focus to the movie. He figures out the parts he's missed while looking at her and settles into just enjoying the movie and her company like a normal brother.

Every now and then, she glances up at Jeff, checking to see if he's enjoying the movie as much as she is. Not every teenage guy likes a romcom. She loves seeing him laugh, loves the way his eyes crinkle at the corners and his whole face turns slightly red. It makes her heart feel full, and happy in a way that nothing else does.

At one particularly funny moment, she bursts out laughing, her body shaking against Jeff's. He joins in, his own laughter rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her ear. She turns her head to look up at him, grinning widely.

"This movie is hilarious!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with mirth. I'm so glad we chose this one. She sees Jeff smiling as he watches. A simple nod in acknowledgement of her comment. She goes back to watching the movie.

The movie eventually coming to an end, Stephanie stretches, a yielding of her muscles. Causing her back to arch slightly, and her breasts to push out, she doesn't realize the way the movement makes her look. She turns to Jeff, asking, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Smiling at her own joking innuendo.

Nodding once again, "Yeah, it was pretty funny." He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath, and says, "Hey, Stephanie, can I ask you something?"

"Of course." She replies, her brows furrowing slightly in concern as she sees the seriousness in his eyes. "Sure, what's on your mind?" She shifts, turning her body to face him more fully, her legs crossing under her as she gets comfortable. The movement causes her shorts to ride up slightly, revealing the entire span of her thigh practically up to the crease of her hip. Jeff takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants to ask her about helping him talk to girls, but he doesn't know what to say, or how to ask.

He's never been good with the opposite sex, and the thought of asking Stephanie, the girl he's been secretly lusting after for how long, terrifies him. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "It's just... I've been having some trouble, and I was hoping you could help me with something," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Stephanie's expression softens, and she reaches out, placing a hand on his forearms which are folded in his lap. "Of course, Jeff. I'd be happy to help. What is it?" she asks intent on trying to help with whatever she can. He looks so uncomfortable, she just wants to hug him and make him feel better.

Jeff swallows hard, trying to find the words. He's never talked about this stuff with anyone before, and now he's about to confess it to the one girl he's come to obsess. Sure, it's obvious and what he's saying probably isn't surprising, but to admit his insecurities out loud makes him feel vulnerable in the most extreme way. He takes a deep breath and dives in. "It's... it's about girls. I-I don't know how to talk to them. I don't know what to say, or how to act. I'm just... I'm terrible at it," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. A quiver in it reflecting just how uncomfortable he is in his confession.

"I freeze up, I fuck it up. I don't know how to make them like me."

Stephanie bites her lip, her brows furrowing as she takes in Jeff's words. She's always known he's a bit awkward around girls, but she had no idea that he got so uncomfortable just talking about talking to girls. Her heart goes out to him, and she wants to help him in any way she can. Her heart breaks a little as she hears the vulnerability in Jeff's voice. She's never heard him sound so unsure of himself before, and it hurts her to see him like this. She wants to help him, to make him feel better, but she's not sure how.

"Hey, Jeff," she says softly, her hand on his arm giving him a squeeze. "It's okay. You don't have to be good at everything. And you're definitely not terrible at talking to girls. You talk to me all the time, and I'm a girl, right?" She gives him a small smile, trying to lighten the mood as she searches for something uplifting to say to him.