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

He had remembered most of those things. Clothes, of course, and her various chargers. Bedsheets he immediately brushed off, because what for? Where they were going would have plenty of bedsheets, and with maids to change them out every day. The only thing his sis mentioned that wasn't yet packed was her laptop, because she'd probably want to use it between now and tomorrow morning. He'd even made sure to grab an armful of girly items from her bathroom, not absolutely confident about all of them but figuring it was safer to just pile the lot into a single bag and hope nothing too important was forgotten. Jeremy didn't say anything in response, he just smirked she'd have to have some faith in him. The hug was expected, of course, he having invited her to it, but her enthusiasm took her brother a bit off guard. Seeing that smile etched onto his sister's lips brought forth one of his own, and as Paige's arms draped around his neck, Jeremy's slipped around her waist, resting on her lower back. He pulled her close, her breasts mashing against the firmness of his chest, both because he adored the feel of his little sister's ample, supple bosom pressed to him, and because he simply wasn't shy in hugging his sibling in general. What caught him off guard however was the kiss. Kisses were normal between them. Kisses were pretty much standard, on the cheek, sometimes on the forehead or if he was being especially sweet, on the back of her hand, with he lately sneaking kisses closer and closer to her lips. They'd never actually kissed on the lips though, and he certainly hadn't expected his little sis to be the one to initiate such a thing! This caused him to actually freeze up a little and blush. A tiny little shiver coursed through him. They were so soft, her lips, the kiss so simple and yet elegantly sweet. He began to kiss her back, fingers crooking lightly around her waist, breath held, heart suddenly racing. The thought to take this further instantly ran rampant through his mind. But, no. Paige was very open and trusting with him, but at the same time he knew she could be skittish, akin to an adorable little rabbit. He kissed back. He held her for a moment, excitement coursing through him. It would be at her pace. When she peeled her body away, giggled a bit, and he got the chance to ogle his sister's behind a bit as she hopped in, he smiled. His little bunny rabbit, hm? It was in that moment that he knew he loved her, really loved, actual love. That kiss had been his reassurance against the voice in his mind telling him this smooth plan was all a terrible idea. There was so much potential between them. There blood tie wasn't a burden, but just a hurdle he'd have to figure out how to overcome. There were so many wonderful things about Paige he'd learned about her growing up, and over these past months his feelings had manifested more and more each day. That kiss gave hmi a resurgence of confidence. There was something special between them. He just had to make her see it too. The next few hours made him mad. He was going nuts. To jerk off, or not to jerk off? God, she had such an influence over him! What was she doing now? Jeremy wondered that again and again as he tried to relax in his room. Twice he'd found a reason to pass by her door in the hallway, gently rapping each time, but received no answer. He ended up spending the next few hours laying out in his room in a t-shirt and boxers, back propped up against pillows, blanket up to his waist, watching Sports Center and going back and forth between a soda and texting Brittany and Bethany, two of the seniors he'd made friends with this past week, both very blonde, and very gorgeous in their own ways. Mid-text, and with the TV going, he didn't hear the soft knock on the door so much as he caught the wooden slab swinging open just slightly out of the corner of an eye. He hadn't closed it completely, apparently, and the light knock was enough to crack it open a few inches. His head perked up a bit. He saw his sister through the very slight crack in the door, saw bits of skin and silky white and quickly realized what she was wearing, and what she wasn't, and blushed. And then her words registered, her voice soft, her tone tired, but audible nonetheless. If her presence wasn't enough to earn his attention, that timidly made offer certainly was. Jeremy hesitated. Or rather, Jeremy paused a bit in surprise, blushing furiously he'd long since gotten over being embarrassed about blushing in front of his sister, he just hoped she didn't make him elaborate on why it was there. It was usually half and half, whether she let him off or dogged him the rest of the night. You sure? A stupid question. Don't invite a chance to reconsider now, moron! Smirking at himself, the phone was closed, cancelling the text, and the television shut off before he waited for an answer. A pair of hairy legs swung calmly from beneath his dark green blanket, bare feet setting upon a dark blue carpet, fingers raising to scratch at the back of his head as he circled 'round the bed and made his way to his bedroom door. They shared a lot of features, his sister and he, but in as many ways as they were physically alike they were just as dissimilar. She had a dark purple hair and eyes like their mother. He had dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes like their father, but unlike their father he'd taken to letting a little bit of scruff coat his face lately, thinking it made him look good in a rugged sort of way. A few times he wondered what Paige thought, but hadn't asked her yet. Regardless, this was another first for her, for them, her asking him, one that did well in reassuring his varying confidence about tomorrow even further. Jeremy opened the door a bit more. He embraced her then in a sort of half-hug, hands on Paige's slim waist, head leaning in to plant a soft, fun little kiss on the tip of her nose. He was erect just from the walk over here, his mind alight with what was about to happen, plus her state of undress, and a full hug right now would have that tentpole pressing against her, potentially, possibly, scaring her toward reconsideration. One hand fell to his side. The other slid to her wrist, then to her palm, taking her hand firmly with a smile. Alright, he said, gripping it. I'd love to. The second floor bathroom, where their bedrooms were located, was only down the hall a bit. Like everything in the house, their parents had spared little expense when choosing its decor. Greek. The walls were done as columns. The floors were specially made to look like cobblestones, but even, and still comfortable to walk on barefoot. All throughout the spacious bathroom were little things such as leaves done into the metal frame of the wide three-sided standing mirror. The bathtub was a beautiful standalone porcelain set upon four golden feet, its size meant for one and a half people, meant to either fit one comfortable or to fit two romantically. No doubt their parents had enjoyed that on more than one occasion. The two of them had only used the shower stall up until now though. How about the tub this time? Jeremy whispered, nuzzling Paige's temple with a warm smile as they slowly walked the carpeted hall together. We could sit, really take our time. Maybe make it a bubblebath. And I'm sure no one will notice if we sneak a bottle of wine from the cellar. His hands shifted, moving to hold her right hand with his right, freeing up his left to reach it back around her waist, his fingers resting half on her skin, half on the hemline of her silky panties. I really liked the way you kissed me before. Maybe we could light some candles, or use blindfolds... just lay in the bath for awhile and practice. His fingers squeezed hers gently. Our secret.