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

A friend? ...yeah, I guess, he said with a bit of a confident smirk. Then, quickly, Not a girlfriend though. Just a girl that's a friend. He didn't want his sister to think... what, that he was taken, that she didn't have a chance with him? What sort of weird fantasy world did he live in that he thought she'd want to? Jeremy mentally rebuked himself, feeling silly immediately after for having clarified that. Maybe he just didn't want her to tease him. That was a much better excuse to go with. Yeah, ever since Dad handed over the keys it's been pretty nonstop. I got invited to three parties this weekend and one next weekend, but we have our trip. Which he had yet to really tell her about, other than that they were going. Their parents trusted the hell out of him, and on his eighteenth birthday recently he managed to talk them into the idea. They were going to be spending the summer in Paris, and had actually been on the plane heading overseas for probably four or so hours now. It was no secret that he and his sister got along tremendously, so Jeremy convinced their parents to let him take her on vacation for the next few months, just the two of them. He'd look out for her, of course. He'd told them only sparse details, only vague bits, acting like it was no big deal. He'd only told his sister that they were leaving early in the morning tomorrow for Bermuda, that it would just be the two of them, and that he had a feeling they were both going to have a really good time together. What he didn't tell her, however, or his parents, was that they weren't flying. They'd get there eventually, but they were going by boat instead. Specifically, by cruise. Even more specifically, a couples cruise. What was the rush? They'd get to the island eventually and enjoy the sun and the sand, but before then they had a nice long pleasure cruise centered around romance and spending time together. There were no regular cruises available, he would tell her when they got there, and the reason they had to share one bedroom, and one bed, was that he'd booked late. Both of these would be lies, but his sis trusted him in the same way his parents did. The truth was he was dying to help things along with her, to find out one way or another if anything was going to happen between them, or if those showers together had been something that would eventually fade away and just not be talked about. He hoped very much for the former. Jeremy loved his sister, more than a brother really should, and he wanted desperately to get her in an environment where it would be just them. He wanted her to come to want it too. The setup was perfect. It was taking every bit of self-control he had to keep from blurting out the details in excitement. When she whipped out her phone he knew what she was going for, the giggly comment about someone texting her during class giving him a mixture of a blush and a smile. She'd know who it was from, and what it said, even before she opened it. They said it often, he to her especially, and so what? So he loved his sister. So he liked telling her so. It wasn't weird it was a shame more people didn't get along with their siblings in such a positive way. Paige's wink and flirty smirk were all the reassurance he needed to do it again in the very near future, and the hug of her arm around his neck was a lovely bonus. Girls were so damn soft. That thought made him smile just a little more. Of course he watched her when she brought the strap of the seatbelt between her breasts, he very much a fan of his sister's generous globes, though when he voiced such an opinion, or she caught him staring, it was usually met with a blush from her accompanied by a smack or a pinch, or some other show that she didn't mind, but that he totally shouldn't be ogling her in such a way. Always worth it, though. And when she fiddled with the stations as he drove, Jeremy just smirked, thinking to himself that she was damn lucky they were so close. The driver got to choose the station. That was just the rule. His best friend didn't get to bypass that, nor did any of the cuties hanging on his arms, Rebecca and her fancy French panties included. It was only Paige and their dad that got away with that. So are you ready for tomorrow? He asked as they rounded a corner, only a few blocks from home now. The neighborhood couldn't be nicer, every house on a lot that was big enough for three, but opting instead for large, spacious yards. And those yards were always being kept in top condition by whatever landscaping company each homeowner had hired. There wasn't a car on the block that hadn't been built in the past five years save a few exceptions like the Firebird, and Paige was probably one of the few girls that lived here sporting a DD chest that wasn't silicone. Had she received them as a gift from Mommy and Daddy, that wouldn't be unheard of 'round these parts. They should be on the plane and well on their way over the Atlantic by now, so we've got the place to ourselves for the night. No wild parties though, he said with a smirk, sliding his hand over to slip his fingers over the back of his sister's left palm, then crooking them around the bend, holding her hand. It was a very simple gesture, and one often practiced by them, Jeremy loving the very simple affection the touch brought. We've gotta be up pretty early. The taxi's getting here at six. It's like an hour and a half ride to where we gotta go though, so you can go back to sleep on the way. Another turn. One more block and they'd be almost home. Oh, I took the liberty of packing your bags for you. He'd been wondering all day how he was gonna mention that. Best to just blurt it out. No peeking, alright? There's a few surprises in there I don't want you to see yet! Everything you need should be in there. I think. ...probably. But no peeking! Jeremy smirked. Just gotta trust me, and let me be nice and try to surprise you. He gave his sister's hand a gentle squeeze. If all he wanted to do was bring a few gifts for her that would have been simple enough, but he chose to do it this way, packing for her entirely, because what he didn't want her to bring. Namely, clothes he didn't approve of, at least for this trip and its purposes. They'd showered together a total of four times so far, and ever since the second she had timidly allowed her brother to undress her before they bathed, and then dry her off and redress her afterward. That had come to be something he really, really liked doing, and going on that thought Jeremy wanted to dictate what she would be able to wear around him for the entirety of the summer, which would never be all that much. Skin would be the theme of her attire this coming season. Just thinking on that as he pulled into the long driveway, then into the garage, the door opening and closing automatically, Jeremy couldn't help but grow mildly aroused. ...hopefully she wasn't looking. Of course she wasn't, he rolled his eyes at himself and smirked the thought away as he turned the car off. And so what if she did happen to glance? She'd seen it fully erect and glistening with precum when they stepped into the shower together each time, and if she wanted to see it again all Paige would ever have to do was ask. But whatever. Stepping out of the car, Jeremy shut his door and glanced over to his sis. Remember, be ready to walk out the door at six tomorrow. Until then you're free to do whatever. Then, watching his sister exit the car and start to head inside, he called to her, Hey, Paige... I think we're forgetting something. Or really, I think we forgot something. He smirked. It had been an unofficial ritual of theirs that when they met after school, before driving home, there was a hug and a kiss, as such was an innocent enough greeting. I guess we got a little thrown off today. Jeremy smirked a bit more. It was a warm expression though, he just standing there by the car, arms folded across his chest, waiting to see if she would catch on and rectify things. And you never told me you love me too, you brat.