My Brother's Forbidden Touch::Ch-21

I had to smile at the fact my naked body was inside the same shirt his naked body had been in.

The bed definitely wasn't mine, not the one I had slept in for years anyway. Being in a new room made no difference to me, but I knew I wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon; my mind was replaying what happened in the restaurant, imagining the parts I hadn't seen.

My reader on my nightstand told me it was almost eleven when I heard the television go off, then Dan's door close across the hall a few minutes later.

I giggled to myself when I wondered if my brother would agree to wearing a bell while he was at home. The floors at our parents' house creaked, and I knew each and every place they did, so I could always tell where people were moving around.

Apparently our condo has better construction. Dan's movements in the living room, hallway, and his bedroom were silent.

The minutes crawled by. I heard the shower come on, then stop. Dan's walk-in closet had opened and closed. My reader told me eleven-thirty had passed, barely.

My struggle to control my ragged breathing seemed to be a losing battle, so I gave up, twisted the knob and pushed the bedroom door across from mine open and stepped inside.

"Rae?" Dan whispered.

"Hey," I giggled.

"Is everything okay? What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep 'cause, um, I want to talk. Can we?"

"I can't sleep either, but even if I could, I've never been able to stop you from talking."

"Very funny. Do you mind?"

"I was sure I brought my favorite Ohio State Basketball tee shirt to sleep in, but decided I must have forgotten it."

"You sleep with the lights on?"

"I have a nightlight..."

"Superman has a nightlight?" I giggled.

"In the bathroom, yeah. So do you..."

"Like I'd even notice that."

I had hoped it would be dark so my brother wouldn't notice my rapid breathing and the blush I felt on my cheeks.

A certain part of me was glad for the light though. In my mind I couldn't imagine me looking more appealing to any red-blooded guy, in my fancy stockings and oversized tee shirt, even if it did say Ohio State Basketball on it. Maybe that made me look even better to a guy that should be in the NBA now.

"We can go in the living room if you..."

"I'd rather we didn't. Do you mind?"

"It's..." Dan started to answer, but I had found the side of his bed, and I didn't really care how he answered.

I pulled the covers down, crawled up under them and scooted over until I ran into Dan.

He was on his side, head propped up on his hand.

"I guess you want to stay here?" Dan questioned the obvious.

I rolled to my side and pushed my stocking-covered knees and shins against his thigh.

"Mmhmm, but I need a pillow, pretty please," I whispered against my brother's massive chest.

Dan's arm slid under my head and I leaned into him. I tried to imagine what his body looked like, but couldn't really. My shoulder barely reached the middle of his chest as we faced each other.

I felt so tiny against him, like he would crush me completely if he rolled over.

"Perfect," I murmured and cuddled even closer to him.

"You still have your stockings on?"

"Hold me?"

His free arm wrapped around my back, his elbow notched into the small of my back, his forearm warmed me through my tee shirt and his hand cupped my shoulder.

"I didn't feel like doing much work, so I just took my dress off and put on your...um, my new tee shirt."

"Why do girlfriends always steal guys' favorite tee shirts?"

I snuggled closer against his chest. I didn't want him to see me grinning at him accidentally calling me a girlfriend.

"Do you want me to take my stockings off?"

I wiggled my foot between his shins just below his knees.

"I can if you don't like how they feel."

"Mmm, Rae, it's fine."

There was no way I would be sleeping any time soon. The sparklers in my eyes would make sure of that.

"Danny? Am I still the prettiest girl you know?"

The hair on his chest tickled my cheek and lips as I whispered.

"That's what you want to talk about?"

"Um huh."

"I didn't meet anybody since this morning, so nothing has changed. You're the prettiest girl I know."

"You've seen more of me though, and I want to know if that changed your mind."

"Rae, you have a gorgeous back, so don't worry..."

"Not my back," I giggled.

"Even the cute little dimple right where your bottom starts? The top of your bottom is pretty freaking cute too."

He was avoiding talking about what he had to know I was asking about.

"You saw my, um, something way more intimate than a dimple."

"Rae, I'm sorry..."

"Sorry you saw me, or sorry you looked at me, like that, there?"

I tried to hold my breath waiting for a response, but couldn't.

"Sorry I looked at you," he whispered his response, finally.

"You liked what you saw? I mean, the first thing you did after looking at me, like that, was touch me there."

"Rae, the last thing in the world I would ever want to do is traumatize you, and your brother touching you..."

"Was pretty nice, Dan," I interrupted him.

"I'm your brother, Rae. You're my sister. I'm not supposed to want you like that."

"I've only had one boyfriend ever, Dan, so I don't have a lot of experience, but all the girl friends I've had, have complained about their boyfriends, and how selfish they are, how they ignore them, they could be better boyfriends, they just don't get us. Even the girls that ended up marrying the boyfriends they complained about had things to complain about."

"You had a boyfriend?"

"You say I'm the prettiest girl you know, so why shouldn't I have had a boyfriend?"

"I just didn't know. Who was he?"

"Doesn't matter. Would it surprise you to learn that Karen complained about you when you were her boyfriend?"

"Not really. I've always known girls I was with would complain because they would never come first. You always would. That's why it's been so long, for me."

"Karen told me she wished you would treat her like you treated me. She didn't even want better, just the same as me would have worked. You felt like her brother to her because you treated her like your sister, and me like your girlfriend. She wondered if she wasn't your first because you had been doing it with me."

"Did you tell her the truth?"

"Of course, Dan. She's my best friend, so I told her we weren't, but I didn't know why not. You're the best boyfriend I've never had or ever heard of."

"You're my sister, Rae."

"Danny."

I could barely get his name whispered.

He had moved so slowly, I didn't even notice until that second that his arm had moved. His elbow pushed against my butt and his forearm against the middle of my back. His hand burned against the base of my neck, and he held me tightly against his chest.

"Are you afraid, Rae?"

"I've always been afraid you'll reject me, too."

My arms had been in front of me, between his body and mine, with my fists balled up under my chin.

My fingers trembled and danced against his chest while the other hand snaked down between us and along the length of his erection between us.

"Rae," he moaned, "don't."

"Please don't reject me, Danny."

"I don't want to, but I think..." he groaned, then paused.

I held my breath.

"If you touch me, I'm going to cum in your hand and that's not where I want to do that."

I pushed myself up with my foot until I felt his delicious thickness against my knee and our noses bumped.

"Where do you want to do that?"

"Inside you...your, um, kitty cat?"

I don't even know who kissed who first, but we were kissing like nothing else mattered except to kiss the other with all the passion we could.

Nothing else did matter at that second.

I drew myself away from his lips and tried to steady my breathing with quick little kisses on his mouth.