Thread: What happens in the cabin... (Sync & mypgems)

There was really no point in adding to the conversation about Beccas music choices and tastes, so Luke didnt. They disagreed on what they called music, mostly, so any conversation between them on that topic was going to be short and painful. He couldnt be bothered with it, so he let her comments slide. Likewise their tastes on reading material, although they were more closely aligned with each other in that regardif only a little. He had no chance to respond to that, however, as she rather surprisingly kissed the top of his head before bouncing up the stairs. He shook his head slowly and put his bookmark in his book, then set about tidying up after dinner. Becca was good like that, too. Sure, she might have planned to tidy up a little later, but he may as well do it now. A few minutes later all evidence of pizza had been cleared away from both couch and table, and he sat back down to read for a bit. After a short while, though, he put his book down getting into his PJs and a dressing-gown would be more comfortable for sitting back and reading in front of the fire. He put his book on the couch, stood, and made his way up the stairs to his room. It was noticeably cooler upstairs compared to sitting near the fire, but that was to be expected at least it wasnt cold any more. The old venting system could only achieve so much. He peeled off his jeans and polo and threw them in his hamper, then found a thick white t-shirt and dark grey PJ pants and pulled them on. They did a good job of framing his lean, toned form. He reached for his heavy robe and was about to pull it on when the need to pee hit him. He reached for the door that led to the shared bathroom, opened it and was confronted by the image of his almost-naked sister, towel in hand and dab-drying her hair, wearing nothing but skimpy panties. They both froze, surprised to see the other. She was surprised to see him at all, he later figured, and he was surprised to see her all-but naked. Her breasts were a stand-out round globes, very firm and perky, defying gravity almost, her nipples hardened in the cooler air and seemingly beckoning to himand then they both reacted, finally. He pulled his eyes back up just as she started shouting at him. Then she was in her own room, the door to her room locked. At least his urge to pee had subsided for the moment. So next time, lock the fucking door! He yelled back, his voice finding that power it was noted for as he slammed his own bathroom door closed. He stomped out of his room and thumped down the stairs, made his way to the couch, picked up his book and dropped heavily into the furniture to sit down. For a while he just lay on the couch, book in hand, as he stared into the fire and tried to work out just what had happened his opening the door and seeing her there was an accident, he hadnt known she was there the door wasnt locked to tell him she was there, and he hadnt heard any noise to let him know she was there and she abused him and called him a pervert for seeing her when a bit of thought on her part could have avoided it all and damn her breasts were amazing. He didnt think that, all things considered, his reaction had been unwarranted. Eventually he calmed down and resumed reading. He read for another hour or so before he took himself to bed. He hadnt seen or heard from Becca for the rest of the night she was probably in her room sulking or licking her wounds or something, and that was just fine by him. The robe and t-shirt and pants and socks came off, leaving him in just his shorts the discarded clothes were draped neatly over the end of the bed for the following morning. Then he slipped under the thick quilt and wrapped it around him. The wind was starting to pick up a little outside has he drifted off to sleep.