My throat tightened as I took a few more steps into the room. Well, I definitely understood why she felt the need to hide this from me. We'd talked about sex work before, and it was something we were both comfortable with and supportive of. But my own sister? Wearing these sexy pieces?
Fuck, the mental image was enough to make me hard. I wasn't the type of guy who lusted after his own sister, but I had to admit, she was objectively hot. Anyone who was into girls would see that and recognize it. But now I couldn't avoid impure thoughts about her. She'd been on that bed, wearing these things.
I had wandered over to the closet without realizing it, and pulled out one of the many inappropriate-for-sisters-to-wear outfits. I could recognize it's erotic appeal while still having no clue how it would be worn, given its nature of straps and chainlinks connecting the various strips of leather. It smelled like something, so I held it up and sniffed it, realizing my perversion as soon as I did it. But I couldn't say I hadn't enjoyed it. A soft, floral perfume lingered on it, something inoffensive and fresh smelling. Some part of my brain registered disappointment that I hadn't smelled Kelly, and my member throbbed in agreement.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I'd never been like this, I'd never been tempted by her before. Was a little bit of leather and a fluffy bed enough to make me think of my sister... as a sexual partner? As a mate? My cock gave its opinion, and I sighed. I didn't have time to continue this internal debate, though. Kelly's car had just pulled up in the driveway, and the honk of her doors locking was enough to rouse me from my stupor.
I shouldn't be here, was the only thought intelligent enough to cross my mind. I dropped the leather-strap-and-chain thing, rushing out of the room and shutting the door behind me before jumping to the couch in the living room.
"Jake! I'm back! Sorry it took me so long, you were probably bored huh? Can you help me carry in dinner?"
I got up to help, but quickly realized I had a massive problem: I was still rock hard, throbbing at attention. Fuck, I'd have to figure out an excuse. I pulled the blanket over my lap, and cleared my throat.
"Uh, hey Kelly. Um, I kinda hurt my back moving my stuff in today, so I hope you don't mind if I lay here a little more."
She grumbled a bit, but otherwise bought my story. Thank fuck. If she caught me with a boner on her couch, that'd be bad enough as it is. She set some pizza down on the table, giving a side glance at the blanket that was suspiciously only covering my lap. Fuck. Sheepishly, I pulled it up over my entire body, careful not to give her too good of a glance at my crotch.
Why would she look there? I was the one with a sudden perversion, not her. Just because I can't get the idea of my sister being skimpily dressed out of my head, didn't mean she thought of me that way.
She sat next to me, giving a soft smile. Her lightly tanned fingers swept back a lock of brown hair behind her ear, and her pale pink lips parted softly as she spoke.
"So, everything is moved in?"
Thank god for unsexy talk. I nodded eagerly, happy to dispel these thoughts from my head as I grabbed a slice of pizza. "Yeah, the truck is empty, just like my stomach!" I gave a little chuckle, taking an oversized bite. "Thanks for the pizza," I said between bites.