Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11

... felt more like myself. When we came home, we played some Crash Team Racing together for a while, until I got tired of getting my ass handed to me. Despite how much I'd played the original as a little girl, I was too used to Mario Kart's mechanics at this point. I was having a hell of a time adjusting. We sat in comfortable silence for a little bit, but eventually I got tired and headed to my room to milk a little and do my bedtime routine. It took me a while to fall asleep. It felt like I'd left a lot unsaid, but it was so hard to organize my thoughts in the moment. It felt like we understood each other though, and I saw that as a success. He didn't hate me. In fact it sounded like the opposite, and that left me feeling warm and reassured enough to finally doze off.

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Saturday, June 29th 2019

The days following that talk were a little awkward. I think we were just unsure of how to navigate each other. How do you continue being siblings and cohabitating after the other person makes you cum on your kitchen counter while drinking your breast milk. I couldn't tell you how many times I caught myself watching his lips and biting my own, aching for that feeling again. I had finger fucked myself to sleep almost every night that week. As the days went on we fell back into our comfort zones and routines. And everything felt right. I was dressing a little conservatively at first, mostly that weekend after the talk, but by now I was back to ...

... being comfortable in my more casual clothes. I was wearing my cute panties with Angry Beavers print all over, no bra with a pink tee covered with Slowpoke, knee high pink socks, and my hair up in a messy bun. I was even wearing my glasses today, mostly to fight the fatigue from staring at my computer all through the work week, which had kept me so busy that I hadn't gotten to spend much time with my brother lately.

I was making myself some eggs when I heard him step out of the shower. While I absentmindedly prodded the eggs in the frying pan, I was scrolling through comments on one of my previous posts when suddenly I felt him behind me. Before I could react, he lightly touched my sides with his fingertips, causing me to jump, and almost drop my phone as I scrambled to close the Reddit app.

"Oh my god, you're jumpy today!" He laughed.

I brushed some loose strands of hair out of my face and held my boobs for security. "You dick! I could have burned myself! It's too early for this!"

"Bee, it's like 11. Some people are already drinking." He gave me his smart ass smile and I rolled my eyes, turning to tend to my eggs. "I'm sorry though, you didn't burn yourself right?"

I shook my head, before looking back over my shoulder. "What if I had? I bet you'd feel like a real asshole right now."

"Oh, the biggest. How would I make it up to you?" He asked in a mock concerned tone. I could have slapped him.

I'll admit. My mind went to a few dirty places. You could kiss ...