Author's Note:
Hello all! Welcome back for Chapter 2, returning readers. To you newbies, you might wanna start with Chapter 1. The characters will make a lot more sense.
To say I was pleasantly surprised by the number of views, ratings and favorites the first chapter got would be the understatement of the century, so thank you! Also, a big thank you to those of you who had complementary things to say in comments. I suffer quite a bit of anxiety that my writing will not be well-received, so the confidence boost is greatly appreciated.
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Enjoy!
All characters are 18 years or older.
Chapter 2
Bobby woke the next morning, unsure if last night had really happened. Waking up to Hannah's mouth wrapped around his cock? It seemed like a far-fetched notion, but on the other hand, he'd never once had those kinds of thoughts about his youngest sister. Or any of them, really. His mother might have popped in there a time or two when he was quite a bit younger, but still. His baby sister? It had to have been some bizarre dream.
He rolled out of bed, looking down at his morning wood with a frown. He could have sworn he went to bed with his boxer briefs on. He shook his head, then closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he stretched himself out, lifting up onto his toes. That was when Megan walked in. Well, crept in, would be more accurate.
The twenty year old had given up her own room so that Bobby didn't have to sleep on the couch, and she had been planning on creeping in, grabbing some workout clothes, and then creeping out. But when she saw him standing there on his toes, she had been stunned into immobility. She admired the lines of his body, the well-sculpted muscles that constant exercise in the Marines had given him. When he dropped down onto his heels again and turned to go get another pair of underwear, Megan sucked in a sharp gasp as her eyes dropped, almost instinctively, to his cock.
Now, Bobby was generously endowed. The size of his cock had even earned him a nickname in his barracks. Needless to say, Megan wasn't prepared for the immediate dampening of her pussy at the sight of it. The flush of arousal in her cheeks. When Bobby went to cover himself, Megan snapped out of her daze and lifted both hands to her mouth, causing her oversized tee to lift and expose her white cotton panties.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" She backed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her, chest heaving. She could have sworn that her brother's eyes had dipped to look at her panties in that last moment.
Bobby, for his part, had in fact looked down at the join between his sister's creamy, muscular thighs and gotten a glimpse of the wet spot that had just barely been visible. He moved over to grab himself some underwear and pulled them on, pulling on a pair of shorts as well to help hide his bulge. It was only mildly successful.
He went to the door and opened it, to find Megan still standing there, waiting for him to be decent. Her face was nearly beet red as she looked down at her toes, "I'm sorry, Bobby! I thought you'd still be asleep. I just wanted to grab some clothes so I could go running."
He smiled, waving her off, "It's fine, Megan, seriously. Living in co-ed barracks tends to desensitize you to nudity. You wouldn't believe how childish some people can be about yanking down someone's towel."
She frowned, still looking upset, "Are you sure? I know it's weird, having to sleep in my room. I just don't want you to think I was trying to peek on you or something."
He chuckled, the not-quite-dream with Hannah coming to mind immediately, "Trust me, it wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen to me in the last twenty-four hours." He stepped close, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.
She slid her arms around him, sighing with relief, her nipples hardening under the shirt as she pressed her body to his, feeling his muscles through the fairly thin material. She frowned and drew back a little, "If that's not the weirdest, what is?"
Bobby let go of her and headed for the bathroom they all shared, "Some weird-ass dream i had last night. Don't worry about it. Have you seen Hannah this morning? I wanted to talk to her about this guy she's seeing."
Megan shook her head, "No. If she's not still sleeping then she's probably gone already. She usually doesn't stick around for very long when she does come home."
Bobby frowned, "Thanks, sis. If you wait a little while, I'll go on that run with you."
Megan brightened instantly, "Really?!"
Bobby laughed, "Of course. I doubt your normal run will have me breaking a sweat, but better to keep the good habits I made in the Corps than slack off, even for a day."
She giggled, "Yeah, we wouldn't want you to get fat, now would we? Meet you out front in ten?" Letting him get fat would be like ruining a work of art.
He grinned, "Deal. Let me just take a leak and I'm pretty much ready."
After he answered nature's call, he tied up the athletic shorts he'd bought yesterday at the mall. Then he headed out front and began to stretch, doing a full set of calisthenics. While he waited for Megan to join him he worked his arms with a set of twenty push-ups, and a set of twenty full sit-ups, wedging his toes under the front tire of his truck to keep his feet grounded. As he finished his sit-ups he glanced around to see Megan surreptitiously watching him while she stretched for her run. He hadn't even noticed her come out of the house.
He smiled at her, "Almost ready?"
She smiled at him, then stood and bounced on her toes like a boxer getting ready for round one, "Yep!"
He chuckled, "You're relentlessly perky and it irritates me, did you know that?"
She threw him a cheeky smile, "I know. Why do you think I do it?"
He rolled his eyes and started down the driveway, "Come on, smart ass. Time to take your licks."
She looked at him curiously, "I didn't realize you wanted to spank me before we went running."
He snorted, "Shut it, punk. Let's run."
She giggled and took off, him starting up at a slower pace behind her, though his longer legs meant he kept up pretty well. His sister had put on a sports bra, an under armor tank top and a fairly short pair of Lycra shorts. This had the intended effect of molding them to her fantastic, muscular ass. He found that his eyes were seemingly drawn to it of their own free will. It didn't help that the damn thing was so mesmerizing.
He shook off his fascination with watching Megan's ass and he stepped up the pace, pulling alongside her, "That all you got, little sister?"
She grinned, "Oh, you've done it now. See you back at home, big brother." Then she was off like Usain Bolt, leaving him in the dust. He grinned and picked up the pace himself, running hard, working his legs harder than normal as he strained to catch her. She managed to keep a little bit of a lead, but probably not as big of one as she had imagined. By the time they made their circuit, they were both breathing hard and Megan collapsed into the slightly unkempt front lawn, her C-cups rising and falling rapidly, "Jesus, big brother, when did you get so fast? I would have bet money I could smoke you without even trying so hard."
He grinned, sitting down next to her, his bare torso shining with a light layer of sweat, "Years and years of PT, little sister. No one forced you to take the whole three miles at a dead sprint, though."
She laughed, "I couldn't just let you win, doofus! It took forever for me to be better than you at something. I'm not giving up my edge!"
Bobby rolled his eyes and slapped the back of his hand down on her abdominal muscles. She rolled away instinctively and he got up, pulling her up by her arm, "Come on. The one thing you learn in the desert is hydrate, hydrate, hydrate."
She feigned bonelessness, going utterly limp, so he hauled her arms around him, one over his shoulder, the other under his other arm and she locked them around him so he could carry her inside.
As they entered, Stella looked up from the book she was reading, smirking a little at them, "Jesus, Bobby, you didn't have to wear her out completely."
He shrugged, "She insisted on beating me. Took everything she had, but I've got plenty of gas in the tank."
Stella sighed, "Yeah, but now she's gonna want a nap and she was supposed to come help me with the shopping!"
He frowned, "Where's mom? Can't she go with you?"
She shook her head, "She had an emergency patient. She didn't say how long she'd be gone."
He sighed in mock frustration, "Fiiiine. I'll go with you. But we're taking my truck. You get this one a shower and I'll mow the lawn, shower, and then we'll go."
Stella frowned, "The lawn shouldn't need it yet. Mom usually hires one of the neighbor boys to do it."
He shook his head, "Not anymore. I've got all the outside chores now, no worries."
She shrugged, then he carried Megan down the hall toward the bathroom. She smiled and kissed his shoulder, "Thanks for the workout, big brother, but I can manage. I just need to rest."
He set her down on the closed lid of the toilet, letting her sit and he got her a glass of water from the tap, settling it on the counter beside her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, "You get a shower and get some sleep. And next time, don't try so hard. I'll still let you win, I promise."
Megan gave him an exhausted smile, "You're the best, big brother."
