We got really close not long after our parents moved in together. We already thought of each other as siblings by the time our parents got married. Not long after that, though, the tangible sexual tension became apparent. We shared a bedroom, which was even worse. I would sit and stare at him from behind my computer while he worked on his sultry songs. I would purposely do things to irritate him so he would pay attention to me. It was childish, the way I would pretend to be annoyed and turn my music up as loud as it would go so he would walk over to me and turn the volume down. He had to be very close to me to do this. I did it often.
Around the end of June, when the thermometer began to reach the upper 90's, we fought over who got to push their bed up near the window. We concluded that his futon would be the best option, because it was big enough for us to both sleep in. This was hands down the worst idea ever. It was impossible for either of us to sleep, and we both blamed the heat. Every brush of skin on skin was a mini-heart attack. I slept in the tiniest things I could find, out of pure necessity. And he slept in his boxers. So there was a lot of skin to brush.
We always seemed to find ourselves in very awkward situations, waking up cuddling, or with his boner pressed against my leg. We always tried to laugh it off, but the tension was becoming too thick. We started flirting, a lot more obviously. We even started giving each other "room time" to masturbate. This, was of course, to make sure the other knew what was going on, a kind of opportunity. Testing the waters. I decided to test them even further, by not telling him when I would be, "busy." He walked in on me, and I didn't stop, even though I acknowledged his presence. He watched me for a moment, and then turned and walked out of the room. I smiled and continued, imagining him touching himself in sync with me, and finally working up the courage to reach out his hand and slip his fingers into my quivering pussy. I came with a series of low moans. I opened my eyes and saw him walking back into the room. He must have been waiting until he heard me finish!This little game continued for quite a while, him taking his first turn a few nights later. Only I was a little more courageous than him. He was laying on the futon, stroking his massive dick and rubbing his chest. I laid down on my bed, not slept on in weeks, and joined him. I slid my hand down the front of my jeans, and worked on my clit. Rubbed it in little circles while watching him. "Take your jeans off," he demanded. I did as I was told, standing up and turning my back to him as I slipped my jeans down past my curvaceous hips, and further down over my luscious ass. I pulled my panties down, revealing the slightly lighter skin. As I bent over, I allowed my cheeks to gently spread, showing off my asshole and pussy.
