Making My Brother's Friend Welcome - Sex Stories

Making My Brother's Friend Welcome

... weights.

When TJ was finishing up in the gym, I moved to the kitchen, knowing he would have to walk through the kitchen to get to his bedroom. Within seconds of me reaching the kitchen, TJ entered soon after.

TJ was surprised to see me. "I thought everyone was asleep," he asked.

"I need a drink; it looks like you also need one after your workout. Would you want to join me?" TJ quickly accepted, saying he did need to rehydrate. I poured a glass of iced tea, and we talked at the table. TJ was still shirtless, which did not help my inner struggle.

We continued our conversation from earlier as we got to know each other better. The more we talked, the more I was attracted to TJ. Not just physical anymore. I had a deep attraction to him as well. I got a vibe where I believed he was also attracted to me. As we sat there talking, I would often catch his eyes checking out my tits. That didn't bother me since I had been ogling his body for almost a week. Fair is fair.

We talked for a few hours, but it went so quickly that it only seemed like a half hour. We decided we better head off to bed before we woke up the rest of the house. As we said our good-nights, I wanted to lean over and kiss TJ. I wanted to give him a clear sign of my interest, but I couldn't do it. I was afraid to be that aggressive. So, we just said good night and headed our separate ways.

Lying in bed that night and the next day, my mind worked overtime. I needed to do something. I needed to let TJ ...

... know how much I wanted him.

As everyone went to bed that night, I heard TJ walk to the gym. I decided tonight was the night. I picked out my sexiest nightgown (which, at seventeen, there was not an extensive selection), but it was more revealing than the others. I wore a spaghetti-strapped red silky nightgown that did show a lot of cleavage.

I made my way to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water. I then made my way to the gym. When I entered the gym, TJ was on the bench press lifting. I stood there briefly, watching his arms bulge as he pumped that iron. I took a deep breath and walked towards TJ. "I thought you might need a drink by now," I said as I approached him.

I could see his eyes widen, and it was at that point I realized I had picked out the fitting nightgown. TJ thanked me for the drink, although his eyes never looked into mine. I handed him the glass and sat next to him on the bench. I crossed my legs, and my nightgown hiked up even higher, exposing more of my long legs. It was the right move because TJ noticed for sure.

"You work out a lot, don't you?"

"Yes, I enjoy it; it helps me feel better about myself and makes me feel better. Besides, I must be solid enough to continue with football after college."

My hand reached out, and I placed it on TJ's chest. I softly said, "OH, you are solid, alright." My body shivered as I touched him like this.

He smiled and thanked me before telling me I must work out often. You only get a slamming body ...