Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Still leaning lazily in the doorway Susan turned at the soft sound of Roger's footsteps on the plush carpet returning. It wasn't a bathrobe, but she didn't care. Whatever he had, she just wanted to get to sleep. He could get the rest of her clothes tomorrow and it wouldn't matter after that. Roger stopped a few feet away from her, seeming for a moment like he couldn't be bothered to make the long trek all the way over to where she stood. What, was she supposed to come to him? Was this some subtle hint that he was annoyed and she had to make a bigger effort to make it easy on him, something like that? But then she saw the teeniest little smirk on his face and the exaggerated slow toss. Susan gave him a fake scowl. The old girls can't catch crap he used to always pull on her while he was really tricking her into getting really good at softball. She wondered ever so briefly if he was disappointed she wasn't his old slick-fielding shortstop tomboy of a sister anymore. He was tossing her a couple tshirts, one after the other. Slow. So she could catch them. She even giggled through her grogginess. She grabbed the first two with one hand, then the third behind her back. The fourth one though it was like when he used to test her, just the slightest bit off-target, and she had to take a step or two to get it. Susan was shocked, she almost stumbled in the heels on the carpet and dropped the last tshirt, giving him a good laugh this time. He didn't need to say it. Things had changed. She was a girl, and she couldn't catch. It felt wierd, but it was fine. She didn't need to catch anymore. Thanks Roger. You sleep well too! But he was already turned and slouching off back to bed. Susan went in, flipped on the light for a moment, stripped down to her panties and then shrugged her way into the first tshirt that came to hand. She didn't turn off the light right away, new instincts already taken root in her over the last year. First, she checked around the room for a mirror, checking her reflection. The tshirt was a simple white job with the logo and name of some generic bar on the front. It was way too big in the shoulders for her, making her look like a little kid, and it didn't cover her nearly as much as she would have hoped, barely reaching her thighs, but at least it covered her panties for the most part. Susan made a mental note to try this look around Josh, once she reconnected with him as planned from their texting while she was on the bus. She did a little bend this way and that in front of the mirror, checking her different angles so she would know how much leeway she had in the morning if she had to walk around in the tshirt -- figuring she would wash her other outfit first thing as insurance in case there was some sort of problem for him getting the rest of her things. There wasn't much wiggle room with the tshirt before she flashed a bit of the soft pink panties, but it was enough. Lights off and eyes closed in less than 30 seconds. Not that she was counting. She slept deeply, in her dreams playing back the arguments with her mom over and over, only this time Roger was standing there next to her, making her feel safe. It was the best sleep she'd had in a long time. She woke, still tired, but hungry and thirsty. There was a little light trickling in through a window, but she couldn't see a clock and didn't have the energy to fish her phone out to check the time. She padded across the carpet and out, a quick trip to the nicely enough appointed bathroom, and then hunted down the kitchen. She thought she'd make herself some eggs and coffee, assuming her big bachelor brother actually had pots and pans and some food in the fridge other than beer and days old pizza. She could see herself sitting in his breakfast nook, relaxing and reading through his magazines, enjoying a lazy Tuesday. No school, not when school was 2 bus transfers away. No way. She felt like she deserved a little break, after what her mom had put her through. Leave later for later, she just wanted to relax and have a little bite to eat, maybe make some extra so Roger could have some if he woke up before she finished it. What time was it anyway?