"Okay, let's ride together and pick Mom up on the way. I'll see you soon." Reservations for 7 pm. I'm so glad I booked early! Mother's Day is no joke. It seemed like every restaurant in town was full last year, so this year I was sure to call her favorite well in advance. That made my job easy - my brother John had the harder job of selecting the gift. I pulled in and parked, shot out the text, 'Here. Come on down.'
'You come up here. Sign the card and help me carry.'
Help carry? What the hell did he get her? And... would it fit in my car? Again, good thing I planned ahead and arrived early. This could become a logistical nightmare.
My brother opened the door, still topless and with his hair wet. "Dude, your boobs are getting bigger than mine! What are you benching these days?" I pushed past him and took a seat on the oversized sofa. "And I'm so glad you're actually just making me wait, rather than making me carry anything. I'm beat." It was true. Working out just ran in the family, and I'd done more than I should have that day.
He laughed. "Having boobs bigger than yours isn't hard."
Brothers. "And having a dick bigger than yours isn't, either," I shot back, wagging my pinky finger at him.
He gestured like a knife to his heart. "Ow, you cut me deep, Sis. As if you'd know. I've never heard complaints from anyone who's actually seen it."
"Hey, I've seen it... and I doubt it's grown since then." Our standard ribbing. It's true that my boobs are small, and they're fantastic - firm but soft, perky. Being an athlete does have certain advantages. As for his dick, who actually remembers years of bath tub time with their siblings? Not me. But with a brother like mine, you can't *not* give an inappropriate insult when a door is opened. I had no idea whether there was any truth to my accusations. Sure, I'd wondered... there is no harm in wondering, I would tell myself. It's normal to be curious about things.
"Only doubt? Ye of little faith. I should just drop trou and see your doubt change to certainty that I'm full grown. Full." He smirked and held eye contact... and I didn't look away, either. Neither of us are the type to back down from a challenge. But did he understand what he was proposing? I wasn't fully honest with myself: I had, in fact, been more than curious as to what he looked like naked. I know that I look great naked, and being siblings with similar lifestyles, it would stand to reason that my brother would, too. I could recall many times when I'd had to look away from him during a workout, when I'd had to stop my gaze, when I imagined (or did I?) that his eyes often also lingered just a moment too long in my direction - and not just checking form.
"Sure, 'big brother'. Show me if the title applies." I didn't smile. I could feel my heat rising, and not in anger.
"You're fucking serious? Weirdo." His eyes stayed locked with mine. "You are, aren't you?" It had been a long time since I'd seen him shaken. Subtle, but my sibling eyes could see that he was no longer as composed as he was trying to appear. A lifetime of knowing him meant I could read him.
"What if I am? You're the one who offered." He really couldn't be surprised at me being bold - he'd guided me in that direction my whole life. Never treated me like I was fragile, always expected me to stand my own ground. I'd heard of big brothers who were over-protective of their little sisters. They seemed so odd. "Drop your pants already. Or do you just have a vagina in there?"
He unbuckled his belt and I looked down to watch his hands work, hoping he couldn't detect how eager I had become. With his zipper undone and his hands at his waistband, ready to guide his pants down his hips, he paused. "Sis, this is messed up. I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to actually show you my dick."
"Since when do you worry so much about what you're supposed to do?" I found myself striding toward him. What was I doing? When did I stand up? We were within inches of each other. I looked up to his face and felt his breath, heavy. "Would it help if, rather than you showing me, I take it upon myself to find it?" My hands met his, skin and fabric coming together, my thumbs touching his hips. Together, we moved, pushing his pants downward, releasing and letting them fall to his ankles. Eyes locked. I stepped in closer. "Or would it help if I looked with my hands first?" I was already exploring his flesh, my hands trailing along his thighs, as I felt him grab my hips and pull me closer.
"Sister... I don't think there's much I could do to stop you. And I can't pretend to want you to stop." He was right. As my hands found his cock, they found it swollen and growing. He could say whatever he wanted, but I knew that in this moment we were again so similar, each of us desiring the experience. From my hands I knew he hadn't been merely boasting. I chose the moment to finally look down and see what had been hidden from me for so many years. My breath caught in my throat. He put his forehead to mine, one hand cupping the back of my head. "I told you so."
"Oh, brother..." My voice trailed, and my hands began to stroke, seeing him begin to glisten and feeling myself getting wet. A thought sprang to my mind and I tapped in to my courage. "Since we're already this far in... I've seen you, touched you... can I taste you?" His hand moved from the back of my head to my chin, tilting my face to look at him.
"Do you know how many times I've imagined you like this, Sister? I always felt like there was something wrong with me. Like I was a bad brother. Why do you think I've always treated you like one of the guys? The thought of seeing you as a girl, as a woman, of noticing your body... it scared me. I really tried not to feel like this for you."
