Always Lock the Bathroom Door

After hours of talking and drinking, they all decided it was time to go to bed."Bean. I don't want to walk. Carry me to my room, please.""I'm not your taxi.""Please, Big Brother. You have to go that way anyway," she said, looking at him wide doe eyes. She batted her long, dark eyelashes."That seems to be a theme for you tonight." He sighed. "Alright. But I am not doing this for the next ten days,' he said.She climbed him like a jungle gym and got onto his back. Then, he walked across the house to their bedrooms with her bouncing on his back."I think your boobs got bigger. I don't remember so much padding when I used to give you one of these.""Maybe it's just the bra.""You're not wearing a bra. I think that was established earlier.""Oh, yeah, right," she said.She smelled his neck again. She wanted to kiss it badly, so she did- soft, slow, gentle kisses. She felt him shudder. The hair on the back of his neck started to prickle."Then again, if you want to know for sure, I'll show you," she whispered in his ear."Wow, you're drunk.""Yes. Yes, I am."She gave his earlobe a little nibble. "I love you. More than I ever thought I could."He felt the goosebumps forming on his arms.Sarah's room was as large as Dean's, but her room was painted white and had accents of lilac and baby pink. Her shelves were white and were wrapped around three walls. Hers was full of awards, ribbons, framed pictures, stuffed animals, and physical education textbooks. She had a queen-sized canopy bed all decked out in white lace. Just like her brother's room, she had a sitting area with a large flatscreen hung on the wall, three oversized chairs, side tables, and a walking closet that looked like a department store.He dropped her on the bed. She lay there looking up at him. "Look, Tink. What happened in the kitchen tonight was, I'm not sure what it was. I guess I just wanted to express a feeling, but I should have done it appropriately. ""You're pretty good-looking, did you know that? Like hot. Panty-dropping hot," Sarah said, looking him up and down."I have heard that before. And I am unsure how to take the compliment, considering it comes from my sister.""Take it how you want. And I liked the kiss. A lot. You didn't?""Come on, you need to get some jammies on.""I'm tired. I don't want to move.""You've got to at least get undressed. You know Mom doesn't like us sleeping in our street clothes. You know that," he said."You didn't answer me. Did you like it too?""It wasn't right," he said, trying to avoid eye contact. "Now, get some pajamas on."He went to walk out of her room.She reached out to him. "Help me." She gave a pouty face. She unbuttoned her shorts and lifted her hips. "It wasn't right isn't an answer to a yes or no answer.""How much did you drink? Were you doing shots behind my back?"She put her arms out. "Come on. Help." Again, another pouty face."You know, sometimes..." his voice trailed off. He took off her socks and shoes. "There, I helped.""I'm wearing more than just socks and shoes unless you did like the kiss, so you don't want to help with the rest.""You can manipulate with the best of them. You know that right?" he said.He took hold of her shorts and yanked at them. Without realizing it, her panties came off with them. "Oh, snap. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."He turned bright red and immediately looked away. "Didn't mean to do what?" she asked.He took a glance down and then looked back at her face.She lifted her head and looked. "Oh, look at that. I'm not wearing any underwear," she giggled. "I swear I had some on at one point.""They came off with your shorts. I didn't mean to. I swear.""Just another happy accident? Well, might as well finish the job," she said.She lifted her shirt off over her head. She lay there in front of him. Naked. His face started to burn; he blushed so hard and looked away."Oh, come on, Bean. It's not like you've never seen me naked before.""I'm pretty sure the last time I saw you naked, you were about four. You're a lot older than four now."With another glance, he took her in. She had a beautiful little figure. Her breasts were a little large for her frame. They were firm and round. She was shaved clean except for a small strip of hair on her mound. He wondered if Alex had ever seen it. He hurriedly turned around and walked to her dresser. He took out an oversized T-shirt. He looked up at the ceiling and turned to give it to her; she stood before him, looking up at him."Are you embarrassed? Or are you impressed? You seem embarrassed. Why would you be embarrassed? I'm the one standing here with no clothes on," she asked, running her finger down his chest.He handed her the shirt, still looking at the ceiling. "Then put some clothes on. Help stop my embarrassment."She slid the T-shirt on. "Thanks, Bean, you can look now. Or have you looked enough?""OK, I think it's time for you to go to bed. Somebody had a little bit too much to drink.""Would that be me, or would that be you?" she asked."We both had a lot, but I'm pretty sure it would be you," he said, tapping her nose."Do you want to have a sleepover? I remember when we were little, and you used to sleep with me because I would get scared at night. We would pretend we were married. Do you want to pretend we're married now?""That was a long time ago. And you're a big girl now, so I don't think you have to worry about monsters under the bed. I'm sure Alex wouldn't mind playing house with you," Dean said.She climbed up onto the canopy bed. She crawled slowly, like a cat stalking prey. She made her way to the center. As she did, her pussy peeked out from between her thighs. He didn't know what to do or if he should say anything. He just stared at her. He was going to leave it alone. He felt a twitch inside of his shorts. She wiggled her ass at him."OK, it's definitely time for you to go to bed. It would be best if you slept off the whiskey and the vodka and the wine.""Tuck me in. Please kiss me goodnight. Tell me you love me," she said.He threw the covers over her. She turned her cheek to him. He bent down to kiss her, and she quickly moved her head. They were now lip-to-lip. She kissed him, lightly biting his bottom lip and gently tugging it with her teeth. She wrapped her arms around his neck like she had hugged him earlier. She tried to put her tongue in his mouth. No luck."Make love to me, Bean, please," she whispered.Dean yanked his head out of her grasp. "Whoa, Tink. What was that?""It was just a goodnight kiss- that's all and a special request. I miss you so much. I love you. What's wrong? Do you not love me as much as I love you?""It was not exactly an appropriate brother-sister kind of kiss- or request, for that matter. And I do love you. I bet I love you more because I remember you from birth. I'm sure I was at least seven before you remembered me.""Bean, do you remember when we were younger, and we used to practice kissing with each other?""That was a long time ago. Things are different now. We are older. And we didn't realize then exactly how wrong what we were doing was.""What about the kitchen? You kissed me. It was so romantic. Wasn't it?" she slurred."No further discussion on these topics. It's time for you to go to sleep," Dean said."No. Stay with me. Come lay with me. I'll play with your hair.""No, I really think it's time for you to go to sleep. I'm going to take a shower and do the same."She threw her covers back, exposing herself again. "Are you sure?" she asked, opening her knees.Her pussy was visible, and she knew it. She just wanted him to get in bed with her and touch her. She wanted him to make love to her. For a moment, he thought she was probably so tight because she was so small. Then he snapped back to reality and threw the covers back on."Yes, I am sure. I am going to shower and then go to bed, and you will do the same. Goodnight, Tink. I love you.""Killjoy." she sighed. "Goodnight, big boring brother. I love you more."He made his way down the hallway. He was dizzy. He knew it was from more than just the alcohol. Thoughts swirled around his head like a tornado. She had never acted that way towards him before. He knew it was not right. Why did she kiss him like that? Why did he kiss her in the kitchen? Why did he have the thought of running his hand up her backside? Why did she invite him into her bed? Did she really think he would do that with her?Apparently, she really needs to get laid. I guess good old Vasquez isn't hitting the button. No one should have to be in a relationship with subpar sex. Then again, he had no place to talk; he needed to get laid, too. He shook his head and brought himself back to reality. Good God, stop thinking that way. This is your sister. This is your little sister. Your little stepsister. That makes the thought a little less wrong.He went to his room, stripped, and got into the shower. Steam was building. He started to soap himself up. He washed his hair, his neck, and his broad chest. He put his back against the tiled wall. Why would she do that?He couldn't get the image of her crawling across the bed out of his head. Then, there was the memory of them practicing their kissing together. He thought about grabbing her breast tonight. The soft, romantic kiss he gave her in the kitchen. Without him realizing it, he had begun to stroke himself. He felt himself throbbing in his hand. He leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling.God, I bet she is so tight. Allison was like throwing a sausage down a hallway, which is surprising considering she is such a tight ass. I wonder how often Alex gets to enjoy it. Oh, that's even worse to think about.She had come into the bedroom when she heard the water start. She crept over to the bathroom door. She tried the doorknob. It turned slowly in her hand. He had neglected to lock the door. She cracked the door far enough to see his reflection in the mirror. If she stood in the right place, she could see him. Soap running down his body like little rivers going through each muscle section. She watched him as he stroked himself."Holy God. Look at the size of that thing! That's got to hurt going in. Jesus, it looks like the top of a baseball bat," she whispered.She reached down between her legs and started to rub. She had always wondered what her friends saw in her brother. Why did they think he was so good-looking? Why did so many of them pick him as their first choice when they would talk about who they would have sex with for their first time? She couldn't believe the size of him. She didn't have much experience with cock sizes, but she thought he had to be at least 14 inches and maybe 4 inches around. The equipment fit his frame. She took off her shirt. She continued to play with herself as she watched him. She was kneading her breast and pinching her nipple.His head was down. He was watching as he stroked himself. He thought he saw a reflection in the mirror. He looked up and saw her watching him, playing with herself. He didn't know whether to yell at her to leave or pretend he didn't see her.What the hell was she doing?He said nothing. He just stood there, continuing to stroke himself, watching her. Their eyes locked. There was no denying that they each knew the other was there. He watched as she put two fingers in her mouth and then proceeded to plunge them inside of her. She moved them in and out to the rhythm of him pulling himself. She imagined her fingers were his cock. She stuck another one in. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. But he didn't look away. As he quickened his pace, she quickened her pace. He realized what she was doing. It was getting hard for her to stay upright. She opened the door and sat facing him on the bathroom floor in front of the shower. They continued staring at each other. He pulled and jerked harder. She was struggling to get her fingers in deeper. Her body started to shake. She began to pant. She closed her eyes."Oh. Oh my God. Oh my God. Yeah. Yeah," she moaned loudly. She arched her back and came all over her hand.He watched her. She looked beautiful. When she was done climaxing, she slumped to the floor. She watched him. He couldn't take it anymore. His legs began to shake. He held his breath. A shot of hot cum hit the shower door. He let out a guttural growl."Oh fuck," he said.He watched her get to her feet. She took the fingers she had inside her and put them in her mouth. She sucked them clean. "Finger licking good," she said.He had never seen anything so erotic before, at least not in person. She approached the glass shower door and drew a heart in the condensation. She then leaned forward and kissed the center of it. She picked up her shirt, turned, and left the bathroom.He stood there, frozen, unable to speak, watching her hips sway as she left the room. What the holy fuck had just happened? Did he really watch her do that? Did he really do that in front of her?She made her way back to her bedroom and slid under her covers. She could still feel her insides twitching. Oh, that was fun! I never imagined how big he actually could be. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, satisfied.He got out of the shower and toweled himself off. He was drying his hair, looking at his reflection in the mirror. That was wrong. That was so wrong, he thought to himself. Nothing like that can ever happen again. They were just both drunk, that's all. They had too much to drink, and both had some pent-up sexual energy.When he was dry, he got underneath his sheets. He had started to grow hard again, but he refused to touch himself. He knew what he would be thinking of if he did. And that's just not right. He thought about going to her room to discuss what happened. He decided against it. God only knows what might be suggested or what might happen. He hoped neither would remember what happened when they woke up in the morning.