Thread: What else is a girl to do with two brothers? (Queen Chaos & BoomBoom)

James received the text just as he was heading out the door, blueberry muffin hanging from his mouth as he turned to lock the door being him. The details of the text stopped him dead in his tracks as he read it with the keys in the door after locking it. Sam and Tessa were out ahead of him as always which was why he had the keys in the first place as he was always the last one out. The horn from the bus prevented him from responding back as he pulled the keys out of the door and bolted for the bus, not wanting to miss it again. Unfortunately it also meant that his muffin ripped and fell to the ground. Worth it? Sure. On the bus he didn't pull out his phone to respond back. They had never sent them little texts while in the same physical vicinity of one another before. In fact he barely acknowledged her at all when he got on the bus and sat in an empty seat. Just two regular brother and sister here. Nothing to look at. Yeah, right. --------- Lucky us, I have all three baby James texted back quickly nearly getting caught in the process. How would he have explained the texts if the teacher got a hold of his phone. How would he explain the pulsating hard on he had under the table if he was demanded to stand up and read them to the class. The answer to that was easy, he would just refuse and take the suspension, it'd be easier the explain that than the life and crude texts that he was sending out. Especially if it was found out who they were getting sent to. Shifting in his seat the teen boy couldn't seem to get comfortable. At least not without sliding his chair back and exposing his reaction to texts to the class. ----- Sam sat on the bench and felt his phone vibrate in his hands and looked at the screen and swallowed hard. It was just words, he told himself, you are just someone that she can trust. These are the thoughts that ran through his head, he wished it were more, despite the wrongness of it. Shaking fingers danced across the touch screen phone forming a response and then hitting send after a moments pause. Yeah, of course. Anything. In those four words Sam felt he destroyed a trusting bond between himself and his sister. She was asking his opinion on her clothing, and while he might give it willingly and honestly it was being used in a way that would churn her stomach when he got home and in his most private of moments. Might she forgive him if she very found out. The thought didn't last much longer before he locked his phone and returned to the court. -------- He read and reread the text. This was just part of the game they played, the hypothetical world in which the two engaged each other physically so many times in the past. In ten minutes time she would text him back saying she arrived there to see him and they would play their little sext games. It was hot, yeah, but as he waited for the text he raised his hand and asked to be excused which he was granted permission and swung his legs out to the side of his chair and left the room hand in his pocket holding his hardened manhood down against his leg. Luckily he was next to the back door so nobody had to see. What the hell was he doing? Destroying the fun and games and probably any semblance of a relationship with Tessa for when the ten minutes was up he was going to text her a picture of him waiting there asking where she was. A joke, that would hopefully be worth it. Only as he turned the corner there was someone standing there. Not just anyone...but Tessa. His mind raced as he made his way towards her, from her vantage point it was clear he was using his pocket to hold down his swollen member as he walked. The tips of his ears were red which was an indication of embarrassment. She must have had the same idea as him, only she was actually here and the halls were empty with the other kids in class. Y-your here James said not at all the ego driven character he played in the sext world he enjoyed so much. What the hell else was he supposed to say, this joke had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Taking his hand out of his pocket he let the hardness press against his pants. She'd seen that much in texts enough, it didn't seem like such a big deal. Had it gone wrong? Or were things very much right?