Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13

... an itinerary, and make sure my brother had everything he needed for the week.

I've never been to this particular event so, while I'm honored they wanted ME to go, it's just a lot, on top of a GameStop event I have to go to almost immediately after returning. I'm good on a stage/during a presentation for keeping audience attention, having good stage presence, and I think sometimes they just like to have a woman as a forward facing representative for the studio.

This meant I hadn't spent much time with my brother over the past few days. I had met him for lunch yesterday, but I spent that evening prepping my wardrobe for the trip, and making my list of things to pack. By the time I was done, he was in his room playing whatever it is he plays on his PC (probably Apex). Today I came home at my normal time though, and he was weirdly excited when I arrived.

"Hey! I was hoping you'd get to come home on time today!" He said immediately when I stepped in.

"Oh yeah? Did you have plans for me or something?" I replied, a little distracted. Honestly I had been a little MORE stressed because there were issues with the travel arrangements on the way there, it took all day to get something sorted, and I would be flying alone. I'm used to flying, but not internationally, and I feel so much more comfortable having a travel buddy. It's harder for me to fall asleep next to a total stranger. I was able to keep the seat the studio had already bought for the return trip at ...

... least.

"Not quite," he started, snapping me out of my thoughts, "But I did get something for us!" He fished into a target bag on the counter and pulled out a 36 count (!!) box of condoms.

"Oh, OH WOW." I responded in surprise. I felt my brows raise and my cheeks flush.

"I thought it might be a good idea to get these just in case!" He seemed very pleased with himself. And honestly, it was very sweet of him to think of. I forgot he obviously would have no idea that I'm on birth control. I started like a month or two before he moved in, MOSTLY because I didn't want to deal with being on my period while living with him, and also with admittedly wishful thinking at the time -- just in case. But also the realization hit me that this was going to happen, and I felt my stomach tighten for some reason. I think I'm actually having nerves about the whole idea because of his size...

"Nice! Good thinking."

"Are you free for the rest of the night?" He asked, full of hope. Oh man, I felt bad because I could tell he really wanted to get there but my head just wasn't in the right place.

"I'm sorry, I have some emails I need to respond to before I can do anything. But if you want to go grab some food for us, I'll try and get it all knocked out so we can hang." I offered cheerfully.

He nodded, at least he didn't seem disappointed. "Okay, just text me what you want!" He went to his room to grab his wallet and keys, and I went to my room to change and send him the text. I finished up the ...