The Missing Piece - Ch. 02

This is a very slow-burn story with a softer-than-soft-femdom sort of vibe. I hope you enjoy! Whether you do or don't, I always appreciate feedback about what worked and what didn't (: All characters are over 18.

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I spent the next day brooding over how I had acted like such a pussy.

So what? You had a hard-on. Who cares, right? Not like she was freaking out over it, so why were you?

"Join the army." Jesus. Get a hold of yourself. Why did I always turn into a tepid little puddle of water around girls? Even my sister?

That night, I resolved to play it cool. Just shrug it off. Yeah, psh, totes did have a hard-on cuz I was thinkin' 'bout Melissa. You know, about bangin' her. And stuff. Riiiiiight in her pussy. No biggie.

Yeah, and then we'd just both laugh it off and that'd be that! And if I got an erection again, well, no big deal, right? What's a little erection between friends? Or brother and sister? Not like I was hard because of her.

Well, okay, I guess I'm not honest with myself all the time, but at least I know when I'm lying.

Those thoughts were in my head while I mowed down unsuspecting 35-year-olds online, cheerfully and casually ruining the one night a week they play online with the skills I'd honed from being a teenager with nothing else to do.

Then I heard a car door slam shut outside the window. I pulled my headphones down and looked at the clock -- 12:30. Peering between the blinds, I saw some sedan parked right in front of our house, starting to drive off, and a woman walking toward our front door. She was a little far from the streetlight now for me to see, but she was wearing a dress, I was sure, and -- it was Charlie.

Well, who else would it be coming to our house after midnight in a dress and high heels -- Mom?? If those are the two options, it'd better be Charlie!

Hmm, what was Charlie doing out? I guess I hadn't heard her leave earlier.

I heard the front door close and for some reason held my breath.

Was she on a date? With some guy? Is that who dropped her off?

I heard footsteps come up the stairs, and then stop. Went to her room, I guess.

A date in a dress? Did she go to some fancy restaurant? A nightclub maybe?

Nope, don't like that, I thought, frowning at the image of her grinding up against some asshole with frosted tips to a sweaty beat.

Well, some parts of the thought I liked more than others.

I got up from my computer and tiptoed to my door, even though there was no reason I had to sneak around in my own room. I put my ear to the door, listening intently over my heartbeat.

...

Nothing.

I turned off the lights in my room, as if somehow that would help me hear better.

It didn't.

After a solid minute of just standing there, wondering what exactly I was doing, finally I carefully turned the door handle and, as silently as I could, opened my door.

A sliver of light was spilling into the dark hallway at the other end, but it was coming from the bathroom, not Charlie's room.

Without giving it any thought, I held my breath again and crept along the far wall until I was to the corner. I could hear her shuffling around in there. Occasionally a drawer would open, or I'd hear something on the counter. If I just inched my head a little to the left, I'd be able to peek into the bathroom and....

And what, exactly? See my sister peeing?

Or maybe... showering. After a long night of sweatily dancing with a bunch of guys who, hopefully, she later found out were gay and kind enough to drop her off at home. Yes! That's the most likely outcome here!

Steeling myself with that incentive, I slowly moved my head until my eyes were barely poking out beyond the corner of the wall. The door was open quite a bit, about halfway, so Charlie clearly wasn't concerned about someone seeing her.

I didn't see anything interesting at first, just the counter and drawers on the left wall and the mirror above them that ran nearly the length of the bathroom. Then she came into view from stage right.

And my God, what a view.

She was still wearing the dress I'd seen her in outside, but barefoot. I had never seen a woman wearing a dress like that in real life. It was a dark, dark, smokey green with some kind of faintly glittery fabric -- nearly the same color as her eyes, I thought, but not as vibrant. It clung tightly to her, scrunched up in all the right places. It was short, too, maybe halfway down her thigh, accentuated by a slit that went up even further on her left leg, exposed to me as she bent toward the mirror, doing something to her face.

If I hadn't already been holding my breath, I would've stopped breathing then.

My eyes moved up her figure, taking in the way her shoulders seemed to blend so beautifully into her smooth, toned arms.

How do dresses like that even stay up?

There were no visible straps, only a fold of fabric over the top part of the dress that looped around her right shoulder, but didn't look to be nearly enough to keep the thing from falling down.

Another womanly mystery I'm unlikely to ever get an answer to.

She leaned closer to the mirror, performing yet another mysterious, womanly ritual with her eyebrows. Her shoulder blades rippled, and I tried to take a silent gulp of air as I wondered what massaging her back would feel like.

Then her eyes flitted and locked onto mine in the mirror.

FUCK.

I whipped behind the wall, gasping and holding my breath desperately. Should I make a run for it? Or just hope she didn't see me?

No, she definitely saw me.

Maybe I should just act like I was... walking by.

No. If I was just walking by, then why did I hide?

Maybe I thought it was a burglar!

Well, when you saw it was your sister, then why?

Because... I was trying to catch the burglar naked! So... I... just stood in the hallway instead of going back to my room once I knew it was my sister...?

Shit. Now I'd just been standing here for 30 seconds without doing anything. That was probably worse.

But, if she hadn't said anything, then... maybe she really hadn't seen me?

I waited another 10 seconds, listening intently, but heard nothing except the ticking clock and the faint snoring that meant my parents were still asleep in their room.

Then the shower came on.

My mind processed the situation quickly, working in adrenaline-induced overdrive. The shower was on... but I hadn't heard the door close. People don't generally get in the shower with clothes on, leading to one inescapable conclusion....

My sister is probably naked.

Fuck.

I couldn't not risk everything, now. The suddenly significant bulge in my shorts agreed. Well, really I was agreeing with the bulge in my pants, not the other way around -- he was calling the shots now, and we both knew it.

Slowly, I inched my eyes around the corner again.

Nothing.

Charlie was nowhere to be seen, but I couldn't quite see in front of the shower, where she'd step into it, from here.

With more courage than I'd ever had in anything else I'd ever done in life, I forced myself around the corner entirely, stepping just a little bit closer, and craning my neck just a little bit further around the door.

Still nothing.

Another step, another few inches of craning. If I extended my arm all the way out, I'd be just out of reach of the bathroom door. Definite danger zone.

I lifted my foot for another step --

"BOO!" Charlie's delighted, impish grin suddenly appeared from behind the door before I could finish the step. Instead, I lurched back and let out a yelp, nearly falling backward.

I tried to stammer out a preemptive excuse as Charlie stepped fully into view, still fully clothed in her incredible dress, now doubled over and hysterically laughing to herself in a quiet rasp so that she wouldn't risk waking up our parents, if I hadn't already.

"I... I just... was..."

She moved back toward the shower and turned it off, managing to only get her hand a little wet, and motioned for me to join her, the remains of a smile still on her face.

Nervously, I shuffled in, my head down, trying to look at anything but what I wanted to look at most.

She went back to the mirror, dabbing some makeup off, apparently, though it looked like most of it was still on.

I just looked at her face in the mirror, silently standing in the doorway while she quietly went about her business. I glanced to her butt, only a few feet from me now, pointed out and ever-so-close to being exposed as the short dress rode up the backs of her thighs.

But it was her eyes I couldn't keep mine from. They looked even sharper, her subtle dark eyeshadow and eyeliner helping to enhance the feeling that they might cut through the mirror if she looked in one place too long. Her hair was down, but done in a way I hadn't seen before so that it seemed to be both silky smooth and stay in place on one side of her head, like a cascade down her shoulder that knew better than to flow any other way.

"So?" she said, putting away one tool, then looking back up to the mirror while she primped something else off her face. "Fancy meeting you here."

She winked at me in the mirror.

I felt my face flush red again. At least my boner was gone, I guess.

"I... just... Charlie..." I took a deep breath and looked her up and down again. At that, she turned to look at me directly and cocked her eyebrow in what I hoped was mock anger.

"Youjustlooksofuckingamazing," I blurted out, the words tumbling out of me, a little louder than they should have, although they shouldn't have at all. It was like they were pushed out by the very act of breathing -- impossible not to blurt.

She didn't burst out laughing, like I thought she would. Instead, her expression of mock offense melted into one of amusement. I guess that's better?

She chuckled a little and sighed.

"Close the door," she said quietly and with a weary grin. "Don't want Mom and Dad to hear their golden boy perving out on his big sister late at night."

Does she mean... with me on this side of it?

Hesitantly but hopefully, I reached out and closed it, looking back to see if I had misinterpreted her directions. Apparently not, because she was back to wiping off more makeup in front of the mirror, and didn't seem surprised when she looked my direction again. She nodded to the toilet a few steps behind her.

"Take a seat," she said.

I obeyed, head still cowed, no idea what was happening here.

We sat in silence while she finished up whatever she was doing, and I occupied myself by trying to look contrite while drinking in the shine of the back of her long legs. After a few moments, she turned around and leaned back against the counter, her arms folded.

"So, I've got a little perv for a brother," she tsk'd, with a tone that said she was not actually angry or surprised by this.

I didn't know how to react, so I just sort of shrugged, gave a half smile that I hoped looked conciliatory and embarrassed, and tried to look anywhere but at her.

"Hey, look at me," she said softly.

Reflexively, I did as she said, locking onto her eyes, which seemed more pitying than piercing to me now. Ugh. That's definitely worse.

"So... seriously, why'd you sneak out of your room and spy on your sister in the bathroom like you're some sorta shitty cat burglar? What were you expecting to see?"

I fidgeted with the sides of the toilet lid I was sitting on, looking around for some explanation that somehow didn't sound stupid.

"I... well... like I said...," I stammered. I looked up at her again. She was in the same pose, but her face had softened a little bit more. "I just... I heard you get out of the car outside and saw you in that dress," I waved my hands at her figure as if that was explanation enough, "and... I don't know, I just...."

I shrugged and hoped she wouldn't make me go on.

She didn't, but she did let the awkward silence stretch for a few beats.

"You like the dress?" she asked in a different tone, standing up straight and doing a half-twirl.

I nodded.

"What do you like about it?"

I shifted uncomfortably again.

"Hey," she said in that same soft-but-firm voice, "look at me, Danny. It's not like I'm naked or something. I'm wearing a dress for God's sake, there's nothing to be ashamed of for either of us here."

She took a step closer.

"Now," she continued, never breaking eye contact, "what do you like. About. The dress?"

"I... I don't know, I guess I just... I've never seen someone wearing something like that in real life," I admitted.

That hung in the air for a few seconds, and I felt petrified, afraid to move, like I had just accidentally insulted a T-Rex's mother and was waiting to see if it thought I was worth the trouble to eat. Or if it was just going to call all its T-Rex friends to laugh at me.

"Danny, have you ever had a girlfriend?"

She was asking in a way that was clearly meant to sound non-judgmental, but I couldn't help but feel judged anyway.

I hemmed and hawed. "Well..."

She let me extend my haws for a bit, then took another step toward me, which is all it took to get within reach.

"You want to feel the dress?"

I locked eyes with her again. She... didn't look like she was making a joke.

Of course I wanted to touch the dress! But... where? Was there an etiquette to this? It was pretty tight to her body. How much of an invitation was this?

I reached out straight across, which was about at her midsection, figuring that was the safest zone to aim for. The silky fabric flowed between my fingers, interrupted by the glittery stuff that was intermittently encrusted on it.

As I leaned forward unconsciously, I could smell her perfume, that scent I could never name but was just Charlie, and all that came with it.

Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers traced up, and my palm was almost flat against her. She laughed and took a step back to the counter.

"Watch it there, tiger," she said with a grin.

I laughed too, and somehow it seemed like the tension that had felt so thick had broken. I wasn't sure what was happening, but, it didn't seem like it was going to be something bad.

"So," she said, cocking her head again, "have you ever kissed someone?"

"Yes!" I said, entirely too defensively.

"Who?"

"Francine Carmichael, she's a grade ahead of me."

Charlie snorted and started to laugh.

"There's someone at your school named Francine?" she said, laughing more. "Is she an undercover 75-year-old woman??"

"No! She's pretty good looking," I retorted. And she is! Really!

Charlie didn't seem to notice anything I was saying at that point.

"When you fantasize about fucking her, do you yell out, 'YES! OH, FUCK ME, FRANK, DRAIN ME DRY!'"

She acted it out with some exaggerated thrusting, which she thought was uproarious, although was careful to keep her hooting down so she didn't risk waking our parents. I glared at her for a few moments until she'd completed her self-congratulatory laughing fit.

"Are you done?" I asked, trying to pretend I was only mock-miffed and not legitimately annoyed that I could now never masturbate to the thought of Francine again.

Charlie gave me a wide smile. "Sorry, bro."

Then she shifted from one foot to the other, keeping her eyes on me and looking like she was weighing something in her mind, clearly about to switch topics. Which was fine by me.

"Look, Danny, you can't go around spying on people," she said in a wise-big-sister voice. "I mean, this wasn't a big deal because I left the door open, after all. It's not like I forgot about it; you weren't gonna see anything anyway."

She took a step toward me and knelt down -- an extremely enticing pose in her very short dress -- looking me in the face, dead serious.

"Danny, please, tell me something."

She put her hand on my shoulder, and I gulped as she paused, considering her next words carefully. I felt the weight of her hand there, trying to be reassuring, but clearly about to say something to me that I wasn't going to like. She had never really been the advice type; still, it seemed like she was really trying to help. I tried to keep my mind from racing as she let the dramatic pause stretch, summoning the courage to say whatever she was going to say next and softening her expression into one of sympathy.

"Have you ever stolen Mom's panties--"

She didn't even make it through the word panties before she started busting up laughing, losing her balance as she cracked into a wide, grinning cackle and rocked back on her butt.

"What? Jesus, no!" I exclaimed, jumping up at the very thought of it, too offended to even try to sneak a peek as she giggled on the floor. "That's disgusting!"

Charlie was laughing even harder now, but managed to stand back up at the counter.

"Bahaha, the look on your face!" she managed to say amid her finally slowing snickers.

I stood next to the door, my face surely burning a deep burgundy.

As she calmed down again, wiping away a couple tears -- come on, it wasn't that funny Charlie, sheesh -- she gestured back toward the toilet and asked me to sit back down. I wasn't sure what to do, but the same part of me that had made me want to spy on her in the first place also didn't want me to leave this room. So I made a show of reluctantly taking a seat again.

"That wasn't funny," I mumbled.

She just grinned.

"Okay, okay, but seriously, you know that's kinda fucked up, right?" she said, leaning back against the counter. "I'm your sister."

I nodded and looked down. I did know it was fucked up.

"Hey," she said in that big-sisterly voice again, "it's okay though, I get it, you're a teenager -- Hey. Look at me."

I did, responding immediately to her tone that never raised but had briefly turned hard. Her expression hadn't changed though. She still looked amused. She always seemed amused by me. I wasn't sure how to take that.

"Danny, you just have to learn to control those urges," she said, returning to her softer voice. "Once you get a little more experience with women, and once all your raging hormones calm down a little, it'll get easier."

I hated being reminded that no matter how I old got, I would always just be a kid to her -- her kid brother. My cheeks flushed hot again.

"Hey, don't look away," she chastised. "You can't just ignore every beautiful woman you see. Part of learning to control yourself is not to be ashamed. You have to get comfortable being around women. Then they'll be comfortable being around you.... Or at least won't feel like they're standing next to some pervert stalker who jacks off to their Instagram pictures."

I gave her a look to say that was a low blow and she stuck out her tongue, crossed her eyes and shrugged all at once.

Then she slipped her right arm out from the dress's strap, and it fell to the floor in a glittering green pool at her bare feet.

To my surprise, she was somehow wearing a bra under that dress, a black one that matched her panties.

My instinct was to turn my head, even though certain parts of me desperately wanted to see everything else that had been hiding under the dress.

"Hey, don't look away, you can't just look down every time a pretty girl shows some skin," she said in a soft voice, but one that left no room for interpretation as to whether she was making a suggestion or a command.

Following her direction, I slowly turned to look at my older sister, standing just in front of me in the bathroom, her hands on her hips with only her breasts and crotch covered by black fabric. Her body was incredible, a work of art, I thought, and one that was just there in front of me.

It was one thing to see her body in a photo, her flat stomach, the hints of the curves of her breasts, but in person -- she was breathtaking, in a very literal sense. I wanted nothing more than to feel her, to find out what her soft skin was like to touch, how firm her muscles underneath would feel, how warm she would feel against me.

She slowly began to turn around, solving the mystery of the bra (its straps were much lower and went basically around her ribs to the other side), talking to me as she turned.

"Now," she said, "don't be embarrassed. Why would you be? How are you ever going to go to a pool without tenting your trunks, or even just talk to some cute girl in short-shorts and a tanktop on the quad, if you don't get used to it?"

I followed her every move intently as she returned to facing me, tracing her curves with my stare, trying to burn in every detail.

She laughed a little, since I was probably sitting forward and definitely had not blinked even once.

"Or, alternatively," she said with a bit of a wolfish grin, "how are you gonna have an innocent conversation with your nearly naked sister without popping a boner?"

I looked down, and was not surprised in the least to see I was more than a little hard.

"Oh, umm... sorry," I mumbled.

Charlie shook her head. "Hey, what did I say? Don't be ashamed."

She stood with her body on display for me, and I let my eyes roam over every inch. There are few things an 18-year-old boy wants more than to be as close as I was to a beautiful woman in her underwear. But now that it was happening, I was so... nervous. I had no idea what to do or how to act. I felt like I was in the deep end and couldn't touch the bottom anymore -- like every bit the little kid inside I was already afraid she saw me as.

"Get a good look?" she said, still sporting a lopsided smile as my gaze eventually made its way up to hers from her long, long legs.

I nodded and smiled back sheepishly, absent-mindedly adjusting my shorts and lingering a little longer than I needed to.

Charlie gave a little snort, but seemed to sense my internal unease. She stood still for a moment, her arms crossed, examining me with a slight, warm smile. Whatever she was weighing, she made a decision and stepped closer, reaching a hand through my messy brown hair, straightening it out as she went. The contact made me blush. Something about it felt so comforting, and yet so sexy in a way that I'd never thought about before, much less felt.

Wordlessly, her fingers drifted down to the back of my neck, and she moved around to my side, looping a leg behind me and nudging me forward as she straddled the toilet behind me. Before I knew it, there were her legs bracketing mine on either side. Her arms reached around my midsection and pulled me into her so I could feel her skin against the back of my T-shirt, and I leaned into it, wanting to feel every part of her.

She kissed me on the cheek -- slowly, softly, her lips lingering -- while she held me there for a moment, and we looked at our reflections in the mirror. Her beaming face smiled back at me, radiating warmth in a way that she hadn't often in our relationship.

We sat like that for a while, not moving, her hands around my stomach and her chin perched on my shoulder. I could hear Charlie's quiet breathing through her nose, her lips practically against my ear. In my head, I knew that this should've made me even more nervous than I'd been before. Now that sexy woman in her underwear was basically wrapped around me.

And yet, being in my sister's arms didn't feel scary at all. Until I started to relax, I hadn't realized how tense every muscle in my body had been. I found myself melting further and further into her embrace, resting my cheek against hers.

With each steady breath, the strapless bra pressed into my back, and I could feel the fullness of Charlie's small, firm breasts rising and falling against me in a slow rhythm.

Everything was still and quiet, the hum of the central air only adding to the hypnotic effect of the stillness as my sister held me tight.

"Do you ever touch yourself thinking of me, Daniel?" Her voice was no less hypnotic, not quite a whisper, but low, quiet, gentle -- spoken right into my ear and only for me, the vibrations of her voice making their way directly into my body through hers.

I nodded, not wanting to lie during such an intimate moment. I could feel her smile behind me, and her nose grazed my neck approvingly, making every little hair stand on end.

"Go ahead Daniel," she said in the same tone, but without any hint of a question. "Unzip."

The heat of her breath and the moisture of her lips as they brushed against my earlobe made my dick jump to attention. I trembled as I unzipped my shorts, equal helpings excited and unsure.

Was this really happening? Was I okay with this happening? Will she see my penis? Will she think it's too small? Will she laugh?

None of my racing thoughts were enough to make me even hesitate as what I hoped was a reasonably sized pole poked up through the newly opened hole in my shorts, now restrained only by my more forgiving boxers underneath.

She made an approving noise, kissing me again on the cheek, and I loosed my cock from my boxers, sighing with gratification as it rose to its full mast in the air. I'd seen enough porn to know its full mast was not very high, and it wasn't very wide either. I could easily fit it in my hand without the top poking out, but my sister cooed in my ear while I began to stroke it, so it didn't seem to bother either of us that much.

"Is this what you do at night? Think of your big sister while you stroke your cock?"

Her voice was driving me wild, as if she were speaking directly into me, or to the animal inside me that wanted to break free and mount anything and everything it could pin down.

I closed my eyes and dug my toes into the carpet, driving my head back into the crook of Charlie's neck. All the anxiousness and fears I'd felt had melted away, evaporated by the feeling of her bare skin against me while I touched myself.

"Mmmm, you do, don't you," she said, apparently pleased, egging me on. "My little virgin brother, wishing his big sister would come touch him in the night, hmm?"

One of her hands rubbed up and down over my shirt, and she peppered my cheek with tiny, soft kisses while I nodded emphatically.

"But... hmm..." she abruptly stopped rubbing my body. "I thought you were looking at Melissa? Isn't that what you said?"

My eyes snapped open and I looked up at her, her mocking tone matching her face. I didn't care if she was mocking me, I couldn't think straight anymore. I protested genuinely instead.

"N-no, you," I stammered, imploring her to believe. Then as a muttered addition, "Always you."

She responded by giving me that look again that I'd never seen from her before but suddenly craved so much, another soothing smile that said I'd given the right answer.

She was so fucking sexy, my big sister, and she was somehow smiling at me. I stroked myself even harder and moaned involuntarily into her face, ramming my eyes shut with the effort to stop from cumming.

Charlie tugged me by the chest, hoisting me up straighter. I felt her kissing the back of my neck so softly I wasn't sure it was happening at first. Her nose tickled where the bottom of my hair turned to skin, then the soft, barely audible sound of her lips kissing me assured me that it was. A shiver ran through me and goosebumps rose on every surface.

I let out an involuntary noise, something that someone else would probably have had no trouble calling a whimper, but I liked to believe could still have been classified as a moan. She kept up the soft kisses as I shuddered, surrendering to this unexpected, affectionate contact with the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. She clutched me even tighter, and her hands ran down the length of my arms as she pressed her body against mine.

"You're being such a good boy, Daniel," she said in that husky tone, that hotline straight into my soul, her tongue grazing my ear with every syllable. Another shiver coursed through my body as she used my full name, something that usually only happened when I was in trouble or on the first day of school. But here... it took on some kind of new meaning, the way it spilled out of her mouth -- my name had never been sexier.

Her right hand moved slowly over mine, her dexterous fingers delicately moving my hand away from my completely stiff member. Then she replaced it with her own.

I gasped and groaned all at once as she closed her long, nimble fingers around my slender shaft, sliding up and down its modest length. I tried to groan louder, but her other hand smartly clamped over my mouth.

"Shh," she whispered, sliding her hand up and down faster and faster.

"You dream about this every night, don't you," she said into my ear. She looked straight at me in the mirror, not breaking eye contact for a moment. I nodded emphatically as she stroked me, and her smile shifted to one that belonged to a self-satisfied wolf. "Just wishing big sis would come into your room and take care of you, hmm?"

I moaned out something close to a yes, and I heard her give a pleased little laugh. "You like that, huh? Like that your sexy sister is the first one to touch your little teenage cock?"

I didn't care that she said it was little, I was so close, about to snap. I grabbed at her thighs, trying to dig my fingers into something and brace myself as I practically yelled out a groan into her hand, squirming in her lap.

"Cum for me Daniel," she said, a wolf's growl in my ear.

I gasped for air against her palm as my body shook -- the combination of the words, the way she'd said them, and her long, strong fingers continuing to pump my swollen cock sent me over the edge into bliss.

I grabbed her legs tighter and groaned, both a guttural exhalation as my whole body let loose into orgasm and a whimpered shiver. I thought my cock would come loose from my body as it spasmed, unleashing a river of cum over my sister's hand. Charlie just kept going, squelching as she continued pumping.

"Yessss, keep going, Daniel, keep going for me, let it all out, mmm," she encouraged, moaning with approval. It pressed a button deep inside me that I didn't know existed until I shuddered in her arms.

I did as I was told, continuing with the last aftershocks I could manage, cum gushing out and spilling over Charlie's hand. She gave another mmm of approval into my ear and kissed my cheek as I slumped back against her, eyes closed while I came up for air.

We sat there on the toilet for maybe a minute, or maybe an hour, I didn't know. I could feel her fingers continuing to play with my deflated cock with a sort of absent-minded affection, and I caught glimpses of us in the mirror as my eyelids fluttered open and closed. She was watching me -- again amused, but mixed with something else -- and I could feel her kissing the top of my head intermittently.

I didn't even care when she moved her cum-covered hand under my shirt, slowly running it all over my smooth torso and steadying me at my chest. Nothing could intrude on the pure satisfaction and comfort I felt, recovering from an orgasm in my sister's arms.

Well, one thing could, I guess.

"Okay Danny, time to go to bed," she finally said in a quiet voice, tapping me on the chest and returning to the name she usually called me. Whatever spell had been cast, it was apparently over now.

I reluctantly got up and zipped my shorts, then turned around to face her. I couldn't stop myself -- I hugged her, my arms around her smooth, taut body, and pressed my face to the side of hers, nestling into her shoulder and neck for a moment.

She seemed surprised, but awkwardly patted my back a couple of times and kissed me on the head again.

As I stumbled back to my bedroom, not sure whether I wanted to find out if this was all a dream or not, I heard my phone buzz on the end table where I'd left it. It glowed with a new notification -- a message from Charlie.

Here's a better one ;)

The attached photo showed Charlie still in her underwear with a hand on her hip, smirking into the bathroom mirror so that she was staring straight into the camera and through to me.

I furiously started on round two, which I was sure wouldn't be the last of the night.