"Ohh yeah..." Kyle said as he stood under the blast from the air conditioner. "Almost forgot what it feels like to not boil in the heat."
"Well enjoy it, you've earned it." Pam said as she stood at the kitchen benchtop unloading glassware from a box. They were cheap, tacky looking glasses that she'd received from an old co-worker last year. They had never been used or even unpacked on account of their terrible appearance.
"I never would have thought I'd be thankful someone giving me these ugly things," she said, "but at least I don't have to go out and buy new ones straight away."
Kyle turned around and said, "True, but you're still going to need to furnish this place. No couch, no T.V., nowhere for your exhausted slave to rest at all!"
"Oh stop complaining," she replied as she brought him a glass of water.
"Thanks," he said before gulping down the whole glass.
Pam breathed out a long sigh and said, "Woah, you're right, that air conditioner really does feel good."
As his sister stood with him enjoying the refreshing blast of cool air with her eyes closed, he took a moment to take in the sight of her. The heat and heavy lifting of the last hour had left her covered in a layer of sweat which seemed to enhance the radiance of her skin. Her blue vest had darkened around her chest as it had become soaked through. Even though he'd spent the better part of the last hour stealing glimpses of her as they unloaded the elevator, he still marvelled at just how great she looked. More than once he'd almost stumbled on the stairs walking behind her as his gaze was riveted to her butt. He'd always had a thing for full, round butts, and he had to say that his sister had one of the nicest ones he'd seen. Her slim waist fanned out and curved down her wide hips, her twin cheeks flowing out and down her toned legs. Not a straight line in sight.
At first, when they'd realised that the elevator had broken down on the third floor and they would have to carry everything up from there to her floor, they both groaned in frustration. But after making the first trip up the stairs, Kyle definitely felt less upset about it. Perving on his sister and thinking about her butt had his hard on coming back rapidly.
The maintenance man had managed to get the lift doors opened quite quickly, and they had thankfully stopped slightly higher than the third floor landing. All this meant that they were out of the lift within a couple of minutes. What it also meant was that they hadn't had any time since then to go over what had happened in the elevator at all. Once he was satisfied that the elevator was safe and the emergency brakes were holding, the maintenance man helped them unload their things onto the third floor landing before getting stuck into the major repair work.
Kyle was happy to use the physical labour as a distraction, to help fill the awkward space he was expecting to be there between him and his sister. He wanted some time to cool his head and think about what had happened. While his body certainly enjoyed looking at her, he wasn't so sure about what the future held for them. He didn't want any difficult problems with his sister. Even though he felt that there wasn't anything wrong with what they'd done, in his mind he knew that he had to tread carefully to avoid breaking their relationship.
But now that all the work was done and they'd gotten all her things into her apartment, there wasn't anything else left to distract them. Kyle saw that he had two options - he could excuse himself and just leave, hoping that the situation would settle itself back down if they went back to normal, or he could talk about it with her. As his sister opened her eyes and looked at him, he suddenly realised there was a third option his body desperately wanted to take. But he quickly made up his mind and he resisted the urge.
He turned and began walking to the kitchen and said, "So, what happened in that elevator, little sister?"
Pam smiled. She'd enjoyed dragging out their little encounter from the elevator - like an interlude to a great play. She knew he was thinking about it as much as she was. Several times she'd caught him staring at her, particularly at her shorts. Being close to him this way had also gotten to her though, every time she brushed past him she could smell his body. Amazingly he didn't stink from the sweat and the heat, but rather he had a deeply masculine fragrance. But also a very comforting one - she couldn't really describe it, only that she felt glad whenever she smelled it.
His calling her little sister was not lost on her either. He never called her that, and the tone of his voice was more than just a little playful.
"Well, you know how it goes," she said as she went to refill her glass, "lock a couple of people who care for each other into a room like that and what else is going to happen."
"But WHAT happened, Pam?" he asked. "Was it something we'd rather not talk about, was it something amazing - what was it?"
Pam turned and looked at her brother. She'd felt exhilarated by their brief encounter in the elevator, but looking at him, she saw that he was worried. She also saw that he stood deliberately against the counter, hiding whatever was in his pants. But she understood where he was coming from.
"Don't worry, Kyle." she said. "We're both old enough to understand what happened. Things got pretty hot in that elevator, and we did things siblings aren't meant to do. But my question for you is, why did we do it? And why do I get the feeling you'd like to do more?"
Kyle chuckled at his sister's questions. She'd always had good insights into his thinking. He had to admit, her intuition was way better than his. While he'd battled with his feelings, she'd nailed them in one hit.
"Why?" he replied. "Because I love you more than I ever realised. Because I figured that I've always been able to just be myself with you, and I really like how you can just be yourself with me too."
She smiled at his words, but he continued.
"But that doesn't mean what we did was OK. I mean, normal sibling relationships don't go this way. We're not meant to be together like that."
"Says who?" she replied. "The only people who can make up the rules here are in this room. If you say you didn't enjoy it, we can move on and try forget it. I'll call you a liar, but we can try it."
Shaking his head, Kyle said, "Always the rebel. Look Pam, I don't deny that I enjoyed it. But I just don't want things to get complicated in ways we're not really able to deal with."
Pam laughed, and said, "Well, you're the one complicating things right now. Things were perfectly fine in the elevator, and while you were ogling my ass on the stairs." She saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes, knowing he'd been caught out. "And as for 'not being ready', what do you think we are? Kids?"
"No," he said, "I mean - I just -" he was at a loss for words. Taking a quick breath, he said, "I love you, OK. I can tell my feelings for you are not quite brotherly any more, and I'm unsure what to do about that. As your brother, I know where I stand. But what am I if I start acting like more than that? Where do I stand? What do I do? How do I look after you if I'm the one hurting you?"
"Always the big bother," Pam said as she set her glass on the counter, "looking out for his little sister. And while that's sweet, I'm not a kid any more. It really is sweet that you're still fighting the good fight for me, and I appreciate it especially now. But I - WE - are both adults here. We're both capable of dealing with this. As for what you are if you're not just my brother. How about you be my friend as well?" she asked as she took his hand in hers.
"With most people I know," she continued, "they either wouldn't be there for me, or they wouldn't care as much as you do, or I wouldn't be able to have such a frank and honest talk about this with them. But with you," she stepped over to her brother, never letting go of his hand, "with you, it just feels alright."
"But you admitted before that this was wrong," he said. "Even though it felt good and all that, it was still wrong. And now you're saying it's OK? I mean, yeah it 'feels' right, but that doesn't mean it's not wrong."
"I know" she replied. "But like I said, it's the 'why' that's the most important thing. If we're feeling this way just because we're horny and are looking for a quick fix, then that's not right. Siblings probably shouldn't look to each other for that. But if we love each other, and we care about each other's happiness, and doing this stuff together will make us both genuinely happy, then I say it's alright." She stepped closer to him and smiled coyly, "It's still a little wrong though."
