Thread: ʂἶʂէεɾlყ l♡νε [[ Aeris & As_Day_Fades ]]

Self control? She wanted him to have better self control? This, from the sister who just a moment before was cupping her all natural double-d globes, making them bounce and press together a little in her white bra which she could be sure would yet again have her brother staring at them - hell, she'd come to his room in her underwear, and was asking if they could get naked and bathe together - and he was teased for being hard as a goddamn rock? Jeremy snickered. Of course it was just teasing, of course it was just a joke. He'd caught her staring at his crotch a few times before, not only when the sexual tension between them was heightened, but he remembered one time distinctly when they were helping Mom in the kitchen making a salad for dinner, and Paige had caught that her big brother caught her looking. He hadn't teased her after that, though. He'd just enjoyed the was she blushed after that for several days whenever they were together, going out of his way to spend extra time with his little sis even, always smirking confidently. Self control? If it were socially acceptable for him to reach down and check how wet she was, she wouldn't be so apt to tease! As for Paige's question, Jeremy's response was a simple, wickedly-curved smirk. They'd done this four times so far, showering together, yet despite that he'd never gotten a real good view at her beautifully rounded mounds. The second, third and fourth times his sister had blushingly requested that they do it with the lights off, and though that's how they'd showered the first time too, it had been early enough in the evening that light through a high window half-illuminated things damnable, though, that most of that nervous first time was spent with her back to him, with his washing her shoulders, her back, her butt, her legs, and then pressing his erection against her lower back and the curves of her backside as he reached around to wash her belly, nuzzling, kissing her jaw, neck and cheek the whole time. He had gotten to dress and to undress her, that much was true, as well as dry her off, and those things certainly made for their solid glances, but he'd never quite yet had the chance to just stand and stare. To admire. Lord, did he ever want to just stare at his little sister's big tits... He's always had to settle for staring at them from across the room while she was clothed. He'd allowed himself to get lost in that thought for a moment, lost in that daydream of desire, a smile permanently tugging at each corner of his lips, and didn't even realize that they were actually in the bathroom now and that it was time to engage in their fun little secret again, until Paige's hands were on him, physically, literally shooing him out of the room! Jeremy blinked. Wait, what? Oh, right - the stuff. He smirked, watching her disappear from his sight as the door closed. So, holy shit. Not only had she come to him this time, not only did they have the house all to themselves without having to worry about when their parents would get home, but rather than taking a simple, nervous shower together, he and Paige, brother and sister, were going to share a romantic bath? A romantic one. Bubbles, and wine and candles. Hormones raging, he was as hard as a rock as he quickly descended the wide red oak staircase leading down the the first floor foyer, hand on the classically designed railing. His grey-silver boxers did nothing to hinder it either, it quite literally sticking straight out, a small patch of material dampening from the precum glistening from within that sensitive head. Really, who wouldn't be hard the moment their hot sister came to their room in her underwear? It was completely natural, and though he still blushed when he got a woody around her, he'd long since stopped apologizing for it or even trying to hide it. Hell, honestly, he preferred that she catch him. It was always an exciting turn of conversation, even if not a whole lot had ever come of it in the past. So, wine. Wine, wine. He needed to learn more about his goddamn wines. Well, his parents' goddamn wines. Having descended down to the first floor, he then continued on to the basement, where a large wooden rack was against the wall at the bottom of the stairs with several dozen bottles set in its slots. He'd only had it a few times himself and was far from knowing one from another. A cabernet sauvignon sounded interesting enough, a red wine, so after twisting the handles of all of four bottles around so he could read the labels Jeremy settled on that. Any dust that was on the bottle was quickly brushed off against the front of his shirt as he ascended the basement stairs, hand dipping beneath the fabric and smoothing it quickly over the glass. Speaking of glass, he needed a few. The stairs opened up into the kitchen and with the bottle in one hand he reached up to the wooden rack over the prep station their kitchen had where roughly two dozen wine glasses hung upside down. Their parents were known for hosting parties from time to time, nothing big but enough to validate having so many of the bottles and glasses in the house. Grabbing the first, Jeremy turned it rightside up and set it on the counter before reaching for a second. Then, pausing, he thought for a moment. He thought quickly, the blood rushing to his loins, straining against the thin fabric of his boxers, not willing to let him take any longer to get back to his sis than was absolutely necessary. Would one glass be more romantic than two? That meant they'd have to share it. That sounded good, plus it meant not having to juggle shit up the stairs. So he went with that idea, setting the bottle on the counter, heading down the hallway to the main floor bathroom to grab a handful of scented candles from its closet and returned to the kitchen. Grabbing a box of matches from a kitchen drawer - oh! and a corkscrew! shit, almost forgot - he set everything down on the counter and picked it back up again, in order, grabbing this, sticking that under his arm, making sure it was all steady and nothing would be dropped. The ascent back up the stairs wasn't as bad as it could have been. Once his bare feet set back upon the soft white carpet of the second floor hallway a chill surged through his body. Three minutes, maybe four it'd been? Four tops, he told himself. That had been enough time for Paige to do whatever she was planning on doing that she rushed him out of the bathroom for. God, he was so fucking hard right now. They were actually going to get to make out, weren't they? Like real kisses, no more on the cheek stuff. And what else did she have in mind when she nervously mentioned wanting to try other stuff? ...Whatever it was, he was wholly enthused at that moment to oblige. The bathroom door. Jeremy's heart was thumping against his chest. Paige? He called out, kneeling down on the carpet, having to set the things down in the hallway as his hands were too full for the knob. I'm back. ...Are you ready? Too bad if she wasn't. He was too damn excited at this point. Reaching a hand out, Jeremy grabbed the knob and slowly opened...