Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12

... to never let myself cry in front of anyone, not at work. I try my best not to show weakness, to do my work, to do my best, and not let the occasional stress get to me. Once I've cried in the bathroom before this, on another bad day at a different studio, but actually doing it in front of my boss... I was embarrassed and angry at myself.

I cleaned up, fixed my makeup as best as I could, and tried to wait for the redness in my cheeks to go away. When I returned to my desk, I figured out what the problem was and realized that not only had I cried in front of my boss, stressed us both out as well as almost the entire studio, I hadn't actually deleted anything. The folder had been moved, and I called my boss over to show him what I was looking at and verify that replacing it would fix everything that had broken. It did, and we both breathed a major sigh of relief. He pulled a chair up next to me and apologized for losing his cool earlier. Assured me that he didn't mean to aim the stress of the day at me, or hurt me. It was an incredibly sincere apology. And we're all good now, but I was very drained after everything, and happy to finally get to go home at the end of the day.

So when I got home I was tired, and kind of irritable. My brother was concerned and asked about my day and I was kind of short with him, not mean or anything, just not talkative. I changed into comfortable clothes and sat on the couch next to my brother.

"Have you eaten dinner tonight?" He asked ...

... softly.

I shook my head. "I'm not really hungry."

He held an arm out, opening up his side for me to come closer. "Come here..."

I buried my face under his arm and curled up against him. I breathed him in and let out a long heavy sigh, closing my eyes. He rubbed my shoulder gently and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day. It's just one though. Tomorrow will be better. Plus it's Friday." He was trying, and it wasn't not working. I was just tired.

"I'm sorry if I've been a bitch to you tonight." I mumbled into his shirt.

"You haven't been! Not at all. It's okay, I just want to make sure you don't go to bed upset. What can I do to make you feel better?" He asked.

I thought he might have been hinting at something sexual, but I really wasn't in the mood. "I don't know." I breathed.

"Want to beat me at CTR?"

"No..."

"Game Grumps compilation?"

"Maybe...

"Do you need help with your boobs tonight?"

I realized how full I was as soon as he said it. I'd been too distracted by everything else to pay attention to how much my boobs were starting to hurt. "Yes please." I said pathetically.

"Okay." He agreed. He ended up putting on a compilation, and I took my top off. He didn't say anything, but I could still see the way he reacted when I exposed myself. It still made me feel hot, despite everything. I put the pillow in my lap and he laid down, his lips against the underside of my boobs.

I nodded to him, and he gently latched ...