I nodded slowly, and when her eyes refocused and she really LOOKED at me, I said, “I can understand that must’ve been quite shocking for you.”
“Shocked, but extremely aroused. You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about having sex with you, do you? I thought it would never happen. I know you’ve caught me checking you out every now and again. I’ve caught you checking ME out too, but every time you did you would immediately grimace and turn away. I could see you felt guilty for ... for like being a pervert or something.”
I grimaced now, and Michelle added, “Yeah, exactly like that.”
Taking a deep breath, I said quietly, “I’m your big brother. My job is to protect you, not molest you.”
“What if I want you to molest me.”
I grimaced again. “Please don’t use that word.”
“Fine. What if I want you to FUCK me?” she said matter-of-factly.
Michelle’s words blew my mind a little bit, so I whistled, stood up off the couch, and paced away. I noticed now that Alex had joined us and leaned against the wall in almost the same spot where Michelle had been when she’d caught us, just inside the first corner leading into the TV room from the stairs. My big sister had gotten dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, although it was obvious she was without a bra. I gave her a look as if to ask, ‘You wanna jump in here and say something?’ But she looked back with an expression that said, ‘The two of you need to work this out.’
Taking a deep breath, I walked back to the couch and sat back down. Michelle waited for me patiently, although I could see a certain ... heat ... in her gaze that hadn’t been there before. Michelle had also dressed after her shower, but she was in cotton shorts and a spaghetti-strap camisole, also without a bra. There was no mistaking the prominent nipples denting through the sheer fabric of the cami.
Changing the subject, I gave her a serious look and asked, “Why did you run away from the room just now?”
Michelle blinked and looked away. Fidgeting with her fingers, she looked down at them and blushed. “Ah, well ... You guys were a little intense up there.”
“I’m sorry if that scared you,” I apologized.
“My fault,” Alex interjected. “I, uh, I got turned on having an audience and I think I wanted to show off. We’re not always like that.”
Rubbing my forehead, I admitted, “And once Lex started showing off, I wanted to show off too. Especially because you had such an intensely aroused look on your face.”
“Because you were so gorgeous,” Michelle told me, getting that vacant stare again with her eyes aimed in the vicinity of my abs. I still hadn’t put on a shirt. “You were both gorgeous. I’ve watched a little bit of porn before, but THAT ... Wow...” Her voice trailed off.
Alex and I exchanged grins at the compliment.
Michelle looked thoughtful. “Intellectually, I knew you two were having sex. You said as much with that bit about mounting him, and there was a very comfortable familiarity in the way you were rubbing his junk. But knowing it was happening and actually SEEING it happen ... Well ... Those are two VERY different things.”
“Well ... now you’ve seen it,” I began in a gentle voice. “It’s real. The question is: Are you going to do something about it?”
Michelle blinked twice and frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
I winced, realizing my question had not been clear, but Alex jumped in and explained, “We just wanted to make sure you’re not gonna tell anyone about this.”
“What? No, of course not!” Michelle looked dumbfounded that she’d even said such a thing. “I’d never hurt you two like that.”
Alex sighed, “Didn’t think so, but it’s reassuring to hear you say that.” She approached now, sitting on the sofa’s armrest just behind me.
My little sister turned her gaze to me, fixing me with a puppy dog look with her big, beautiful eyes. Both my sisters had beautiful eyes to go with beautiful faces and beautiful bodies, something I’d always known but had never felt comfortable admitting, even to myself. “No, I’d never rat you out,” she repeated, focused quite intensely on me. “The only thing I’d want ... I think you know already.”
I gulped and took a deep breath. Popping my eyebrows, I asked carefully, “Are you sure that’s what you want?
Michelle gave me a shy smile as she reached up to touch my cheek. “I want you. I really do...”
I arched an eyebrow. “I smell a ‘but’ coming.”
Michelle sighed and dropped her hand away. “But ... I’m not ready for this yet. It’s all a little too overwhelming. I know I’ve been making suggestive comments and even ... flirting ... a bit with you, doing little things to get you to check me out. But ... I mean ... Fantasizing about you is one thing. Actually DOING something about it...”
I nodded and reached out to pat her shoulder in a very platonic way. “I get it.”
“You’re not mad?”
I frowned. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”
Michelle blushed. “I just told you that I want you but that I’m NOT going to have sex with you. Don’t boys always get mad when a girl tells them that?”
I chuckled. “I’m not a regular ‘boy’; I’m your brother. Now I’ll admit that the idea of having sex with you really turns me on, but I would never have acted on that urge. In fact, I’ve spent a lot of time trying very hard to NOT think about having sex with you. I already told you: my job is to protect you, not ... ugh.”
“Not molest me?”
I made a face. “The point is: even if you never want to have sex with me for the rest of our lives, I’ll NEVER get mad at you for it. I love you, Chelle. And we don’t ever have to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
“I’m not saying never. I’m just saying... ‘not now’...” She looked apologetic. “Is that alright?”
I held both hands up. “Perfectly. I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with, even if that turns out to be ‘nothing’.”
“I love you, big brother,” my little sister told me, and she reached across the couch to give me a warm hug.
“I love you, too.” I hugged Michelle back, careful not to accidentally touch anything I shouldn’t be touching, the same way I’d done ever since she grew boobs. A moment later, Alex leaned over from the armrest and wrapped her arms around both of us, adding, “I love you both.”
Saturday morning I woke up with my usual morning hard-on. I cued up my favorite erotica website on my iPad, and for the first time let myself pick one of the incest stories about a guy and his sister. I quickly realized the girl was his little sister and backed out to pick another one. Even though Michelle had admitted she fantasized about me, she also made clear she wasn’t ready to actually start doing anything with me, and for now that meant that -I- didn’t want to think of her in sexual terms. Eventually, I found a story about a teenager and his college-aged big sister, and I rubbed out a good one reading that.
Michelle was in the kitchen and said she was making waffles for everyone. I gave her a big hug of thanks and then went to pour myself some orange juice. That part was normal. What was not normal was the way she held me a little longer, smiled a little brighter, and stared at me with a look of adoration on her face. Even so, the changes weren’t that drastic, and I never got the sense that she was about to pounce on me or anything.