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Sisterly Love: A Christmas Wish Gone Wild Christmas Wish for Sister A typically indifferent brother discovers that a little sympathy can go a long way. Kyle knew what his Christmas wish was. His family had a tradition. Every year on Christmas Eve, they'd each write a secret wish on a small piece of paper and throw it into the fire place. If they were lucky, the wish might even come true. In past years, Kyle had often had trouble deciding, and would be almost as slow throwing something in as his sister, Millie. But this year, he knew exactly what he would wish for. He wanted tits. A curvy body, a round ass, big bouncy tits, a cute smile, and a tight, wet, willing pussy. And he wanted it bad. He wanted it so bad that the wish itself almost seemed unfair, taunting, focusing his intense desire but not actually helping get him there. All wishing could do was remind him of what he already knew, but not get him any closer to getting a girl. His erection was uncomfortable, borderline painful in his jeans. He'd already jerked off twice that day, and it wasn't even dinner time. It wasn't relieving him, only making him sore. He waited a few minutes, letting it weaken until it at least wasn't so obvious, before going in search of distraction. His sister's door was open, and he stopped. Millie's constant mopiness was a perfect distraction. Sometimes he thought she could bring anybody down. He never understood it. She was pretty, smart, never had trouble getting dates, but also seemed to lack interest in anyone past one or two outings, and just dragged herself around constantly, as if expecting someone to jump out and kick her in the shin if she ever cracked a smile. "So, what are you going to wish for this year?" Kyle asked at the door. …but everything was about to change
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Sisterly Love: A Christmas Wish Gone Wild
Christmas Wish for Sister
A typically indifferent brother discovers that a little sympathy can go a long way.
Kyle knew what his Christmas wish was.
His family had a tradition. Every year on Christmas Eve, they'd each write a secret wish on a small piece of paper and throw it into the fire place. If they were lucky, the wish might even come true.
In past years, Kyle had often had trouble deciding, and would be almost as slow throwing something in as his sister, Millie. But this year, he knew exactly what he would wish for.
He wanted tits. A curvy body, a round ass, big bouncy tits, a cute smile, and a tight, wet, willing pussy.
And he wanted it bad.
He wanted it so bad that the wish itself almost seemed unfair, taunting, focusing his intense desire but not actually helping get him there. All wishing could do was remind him of what he already knew, but not get him any closer to getting a girl.
His erection was uncomfortable, borderline painful in his jeans. He'd already jerked off twice that day, and it wasn't even dinner time. It wasn't relieving him, only making him sore. He waited a few minutes, letting it weaken until it at least wasn't so obvious, before going in search of distraction.
His sister's door was open, and he stopped. Millie's constant mopiness was a perfect distraction. Sometimes he thought she could bring anybody down. He never understood it. She was pretty, smart, never had trouble getting dates, but also seemed to lack interest in anyone past one or two outings, and just dragged herself around constantly, as if expecting someone to jump out and kick her in the shin if she ever cracked a smile.
"So, what are you going to wish for this year?" Kyle asked at the door.
She was holding a book in her hands, open to the middle, but staring off into space. Kyle tried to follow her eyes to see what she might be looking at, but they appeared locked on a bare patch of wall. He looked at her again and sighed.
Looking down at the book, she flipped the pages idly, then closed in and set it down, leaning forward in her chair. "I don't know. I don't think I'll do anything this year."
"Oh, you have to put something in."
"I know. I'll probably just leave it blank."
"Eh, just wish for a million dollars. It can't hurt, right?"
"I'll...do something." She turned around to him and gave him a small smile. Instead of being annoyed, it seemed to say, "Thanks for trying to cheer me up, even though it's a lost cause." She sank back into her chair, grabbing her book and staring off into space again.
Kyle waited a moment, and then left her. Though he was well used to this behavior, and had paid it as little attention as anything else about his sister, something about that sad smile affected him strangely. He'd spent months rolling his eyes at her melodrama and angst, but for some reason today it seemed to strike him differently.
Their dad called them into the den, a little early since he was taking their mother out to dinner. He joyously handed out the slips of paper. Holding his paper, Kyle looked again at his sister, watching her clearly fake writing anything on hers before folding it over. For the first time he could remember, he could actually feel some of her pain and loneliness with unusual immediacy. The strange wave of sympathy washing over him and he put his pencil to paper. His own wish somehow seemed petty and childish now. Instead, he wrote a different message, folded it over, and tossed it in. He watched it burn to make sure it wouldn't open enough that someone could read what it said.
"I wish I could give my sister whatever it is that she really wants."
****
Their parents gone, Millie sulked back into her room. She didn't bother closing the door. Let Kyle know she's sad. What did he care? It's not like he ever said or did anything to try to make her feel better. He'd just walk by and ignore her, as always.
She knew she wasn't being entirely fair. He at least seemed like he was making something of an effort before. It wasn't his fault she was disappointed in her life. Not his fault she felt empty, without a future, and unable to make meaningful connections with other people. Not his fault every guy she dated was a bore, or a jerk, or just a pervert.
At least the stupid wish thing was over. It's not like it meant anything, just wistfulness in a cruel world that didn't care. She'd almost written something this time, but only got as far as the first mark before she saw the others watching her. Kicking herself for a moment of useless irrationality, she'd folded it over and tossed it. Now, with her parents gone and her brother uninterested, at least she'd be alone. She closed her eyes and laid her head back.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" Kyle asked. It had almost startled her; she hadn't heard him at the door.
"No."
"Why don't you go out? What about the guy you saw last week? He seemed interested in you."
Millie sighed. "Greg? He was... I don't know." She didn't feel like explaining his stupid little dirty jokes and horribly awkward lack of charm to her brother, who was probably not that different on a date.
"Is there anyone else-"
"No."
"Do you not like dating?"
Millie started to feel a puff of annoyance, thinking he was implying something. "I like men just fine. I'm not a lesbian," she sneered.
"Oh. Sorry. I wasn't trying to say you were."
She could see that he hadn't, and felt bad for snapping. "I'm just tired of pushy guys, that's all."
"Well, then, come on, I'll take you out."
"A pity date from my brother? Yeash."
"You need to get out. We'll eat and see if there's a movie you want to see. We don't have to call it a date. Now come on."
****
"Can I tell you something? I hate Twilight. I really do. Everyone thinks that because I color my hair dark and don't act like some cheerleader that I must be all goth and love that book, but I really don't. I read the first one, and just hated it. I cannot stand the girl, she's so stupid. And of course she picked the lame vampire over the werewolf, because she's an idiot."
They sat across the table from each other, plates long since emptied and cleared. The little black tray from the waiter was still sitting near the edge, topped with the bills and coins he'd brought back in change. Kyle couldn't help but laugh at his sister's enthusiastic dislike for a bad movie and book.
"When the last one came out, Steve actually took me to it. You remember Steve?"
Kyle laughed harder. "Yeah, I remember."
"It was our third and final date. He thought I'd just love it. Dumbass. Actually, he wasn't that bad, just clueless. By the third date he'd used up everything he knew to talk about, I think, and was counting on the movie to send me over the moon. Poor thing, I kind of felt sorry for him, he was so lost for words most of the time."
"Yeah, I've had a few like that myself."
"I bet you have," Millie said with a smirk. "Well, if he'd been a little bit cooler, I might have given him another chance. But I got the definite impression he was hoping for something a little more that night. Now I have no problem with sex, hell, I'm as horny as the next girl, but it's not a reward for good behavior or a thank you for buying me dinner. God forbid a teenage boy take the time to actually wait until it's meaningful. Maybe if one of these boys had some patience and charm, they'd actually get somewhere, and not just two dates, and I wouldn't always be left to take care of myself. I can't wait to be out of high school.
"God, I'm talking a lot." Millie started looking around. "Crap, what time is it?"
Kyle glanced at his phone. "8:15."
"The movie started twenty minutes ago. Can we still make it?"
"It'll take us another twenty to get there, another ten to get our tickets. I mean, so far it's probably just been commercials, so we'd only miss-"
"Eh, forget it."
Kyle fiddled on his phone. "There's another showing at 9:45..."
"I don't really want to stay out that late. Let's go home. We can watch a movie there."
"Alright." Kyle put the change and his phone away, leaving a good tip, and got up.
"Sorry, I've been talking you're ear off."
"No, it's good. We haven't talked like that in a long time."
Millie stood, putting her coat on, but got it twisted. Kyle came behind her and straightened it out, holding it up for her to put her arms in. "Yeah, it's been nice," Millie said.
****
"Well, congratulations, Kyle, that was officially the best date I've ever been on." Millie hung her coat in the closet by their front door, leaving it open for Kyle. “You were both engaging and gentlemanly.”
"And we missed the movie."
"And we missed the movie," Millie echoed.
"Well, I am both honored, and very sad for you."
Millie chuckled. "Being a boy, I suppose you're expecting something now."
Millie wandered a few feet into the living room, with Kyle following as far as the arch doorway from the entry hall. "Yes. I expect you to sulk in your room and not talk to me again for a week."
"Is that all? Ooo, Kyle, you're not like the other boys," she teased, stepping closer to touch his arm.
"One of the benefits of going out with your brother, I suppose."
"Well, if that's the case, then perhaps you shouldn't have stood under the mistletoe." Suddenly she stretched her face to his a planted a big kiss on his lips.
She pulled back from him, then smiled and laughed. "You should see the look on your face. It's like this." She opened her eyes and mouth wide. She laughed again. "Come on, let's watch a movie."
They moved into the living room, Millie getting the remote to find something to watch. Going to the fireplace, she found it still smoldering, and added some wood. "See, most guys I've dated don't even get to the first kiss. Very disappointing."
Kyle sat down on the couch. Seeing him there, Millie got a running start and jumped on him, landing squarely in his gut.
"Oof. You know, that wasn't much fun years ago when we were smaller, let alone now."
"Please, you wuss." She slid to his side, still partly sitting on him as she channel surfed.
"What are you going to watch?"
"Don't know yet."
"No period drama, please," Kyle said.
"Kyle! On a date, you let the woman choose. Don't you know anything?"
"We're still on a date?"
"Since it means I get to watch what I want, yes."
"Then what should I be doing?"
"If it's like most dates I've had, trying to get fresh."
"Hmm Hmm Hmm," Kyle grunt laughed, running his hands up and down Millie's arms.
"Sadly, that's still smoother than some guys. But seriously, Kyle, you'll be much happier long term if you learn how to handle a woman."
Kyle shrugged, relaxing back into the couch and pulling his arm up, unsuccessfully pushing his sister off but managing to get his arm to the top of the couch. The TV kept flipping, pausing for a painfully long time on each channel as Millie seemed to consider every piece of junk before moving on. "So, with your perfect date, how would they go about 'getting fresh'?"
"Casual contact is the way to start. Just simple touching in non-threatening areas."
Kyle put his hand back low and to the right, poking with two fingers. Millie squirmed.
"No, more up here, like on the shoulder." Kyle moved his hand to her shoulder, gripping it tightly a bit. She didn't squirm as much that time and he just relaxed and left it there. "Then you, like, touch my neck."
Kyle poked her neck half-heartedly a few times. "No, like softer and gentler with the back of your finger." Absently, he did so, running his finger along the side of her neck. She said nothing, clicking the channel again, and he continued, moving his finger up and down from her shoulder to just below her ear. After a few times, her head slowly tilted away, stretching her skin where he touched it.
"So at what point do you get to start honking the boobs?" He asked.
She snorted a laugh. "I recommend you hold off on 'honking' indefinitely. The breasts are kind of the first point of no return; letting a guy touch those means the relationship is something different. You have to approach those more carefully."
"Really? Seems to me like you should just jump right out and grab ‘em." Kyle did exactly that, bringing one arm over her shoulder and down the front and the other under her near arm, palming both of his sister's breasts and squeezing just enough to make it clear. Head still tilted, she snorted and rolled her eyes at his joke.
When Millie had kissed her brother under the mistletoe, she'd expected him to jump away in alarm. Instead, he'd simply stayed where he was and let her do, and, thrown off, she'd actually held the kiss. Even with the unexpected development, she'd found that it somehow didn't seem wrong.
Kyle expected a similar reaction from her when he grabbed her boobs, but she likewise simply stayed still, and his hands lingered, not letting go immediately, as if suddenly unsure what to do with them.
"I suppose it's not without its charm. But she'd have to already really like you," Millie said. "But you can't just 'honk' them, you at least have to move your hands around."
"Ah," Kyle said, and he ran his fingers in a rapid tickle motion across the front of both.
Millie again didn't react, changing the channel two more times. His tickling pace slowed gradually, until he was in fact running his fingers in secession along the bottom of each breast.
The feel of the room seemed to change. It got quieter, the ticking clock on the wall and low chatter of the television became more acute, the whole room seeming somehow darker and smaller than before.
His touch became delicate and slow, barely caressing around the curve of her breasts, pressure just noticeable through her bra. He'd trace from inside to the out, fingers coming gingerly off the contact on the outside, followed by a pause before she'd feel them again on the inside. Each time she waited, almost sure they wouldn't touch again, not quite sure that they had until they'd started to move.
They both stared blankly at the television, though neither could have said what was on.
Millie put her hand on Kyle's thigh and pushed off, slowly standing. She synchronized her rise with the stroke of his hands, so that they simply slid off her sides as she moved from him. Without looking back, she said, "I'll be back in a minute."
She did return a little over a minute later in her pajamas, long flannel pants and a thing cotton shirt, clearly with no bra. She found that he hadn't moved an inch, or even touched the remote, and she carefully returned to the exact place she'd been, sitting to his side and half on his lap, with his arm falling gently to her shoulder as she sat down and picked up the remote.
Unable to even think of something to say in justification, he slowly let his hands move back where they'd been before, contacting the underside of her now thinly veiled breasts. As he made contact, he felt her take a slow breath, and noticed her head again tilting away from him slightly.
Her shirt was much softer on his fingers and arms, the skin underneath adding to the softness. He moved his hands even more cautiously, savoring the difference between the thick bra and the almost direct contact. Previously invisible, her nipples now stuck out from underneath her shirt, large and impressive. Feeling emboldened after several slow passes, he left his forefinger drift north, adding his thumb to the contact on top and moving them together until they were just barely touching the sides of her little bumps.
He continued trying to come up with something witty to say, something to imply this was all still just a joke, but everything seemed half-baked. He pointed out to himself that he wasn’t completely enthralled. This was his sister after all. But she seemed to like it, and it was pretty funny. And even if she would never be attractive to him, no matter how pretty she might be, there was still some pleasure to be found in touching her breasts.
Seeing her neck stretched just so, he knew what she'd like next, and lowered his head to it. Finding her hair obstructive, he took his hand from her breast and brushed it aside, tucking it behind her ear. She took a deep breath again, tilting her head more. He kissed her gently, placing one after another in a line going up her neck.
She felt the moistness of his breath and the warmth of his lips on her, and felt no qualm when he returned to her chest, both hands holding and tugging lightly instead of just petting. When the finger and thumb of one hand barely bookended and then squeezed her nipple, she was more than ready for it.
He felt his hips shift beneath her, and she could tell he was trying to reposition without being obvious or disturbing her. She realized she could feel a bulge pressing against the outside of her thigh. Starting to feel a bit unconsciously agitated at just sitting while things happened, she decided to help out and tried to shift more to the side. However, his bulge seemed somewhat caught under her and moved with her, causing him to squirm just a bit. Knowing he wouldn't move his hands to address the problem, she moved her own hand down, wedging it between her rear and him and push against him to slide over just enough.
It was only after she moved that it occurred to her that her hand was squarely on her brother's cock. She could feel it twitch at her contact, and feel his subtle and hopeful gasp. Knowing he couldn't see her face, she smiled to herself and she left her hand there, resting it gently with only a little extra pressure, as if she wasn't thinking about what she was touching.
His motion on her breasts and his kisses slowed, though the pressure did not, and she knew he was fully distracted by the feel of her hand on him. His breathing changed, as did the feel of his bulge as it began pressing more against her hand on its own. As it pressed more, and she felt its hardness, she got a better sense for its orientation, and realized it was bent somewhat awkwardly in his pants. She let her own touch stiffen, petting it upward in an attempt to let it uncrook.
It staunchly refused to move. She could feel the discomfort grow in him, but he himself refused to act, obviously afraid of risking taking a hand off her breast and frightening her away from what it was on. Smirking again at his vain attempt to stay cool, she pushed more, trying to resolve the problem without being too disruptive.
Finally he could bear it no more and released her breast, bringing his hand down as he squirmed more but pausing at Millie's hand, trying to figure a way to do it while encouraging her hand to stay where it was. Hooking his thumb under the waistband to the side of her hand, he tugged ineffectively.
Millie hooked her own thumb in next to her brother's, helping tent it up at the zipper. Surprised at the help but still having trouble, Kyle finally just stuck his hand in and straightened it out by directly.
With his hand out of the way, Millie let the waistband back down, but not pulling it upward, so that THE END
A typically indifferent brother discovers that a little sympathy can go a long way.
Kyle knew what his Christmas wish was.
His family had a tradition. Every year on Christmas Eve, they'd each write a secret wish on a small piece of paper and throw it into the fire place. If they were lucky, the wish might even come true.
In past years, Kyle had often had trouble deciding, and would be almost as slow throwing something in as his sister, Millie. But this year, he knew exactly what he would wish for.
He wanted tits. A curvy body, a round ass, big bouncy tits, a cute smile, and a tight, wet, willing pussy.
And he wanted it bad.
He wanted it so bad that the wish itself almost seemed unfair, taunting, focusing his intense desire but not actually helping get him there. All wishing could do was remind him of what he already knew, but not get him any closer to getting a girl.
His erection was uncomfortable, borderline painful in his jeans. He'd already jerked off twice that day, and it wasn't even dinner time. It wasn't relieving him, only making him sore. He waited a few minutes, letting it weaken until it at least wasn't so obvious, before going in search of distraction.
His sister's door was open, and he stopped. Millie's constant mopiness was a perfect distraction. Sometimes he thought she could bring anybody down. He never understood it. She was pretty, smart, never had trouble getting dates, but also seemed to lack interest in anyone past one or two outings, and just dragged herself around constantly, as if expecting someone to jump out and kick her in the shin if she ever cracked a smile.
"So, what are you going to wish for this year?" Kyle asked at the door.
She was holding a book in her hands, open to the middle, but staring off into space. Kyle tried to follow her eyes to see what she might be looking at, but they appeared locked on a bare patch of wall. He looked at her again and sighed.
Looking down at the book, she flipped the pages idly, then closed in and set it down, leaning forward in her chair. "I don't know. I don't think I'll do anything this year."
"Oh, you have to put something in."
"I know. I'll probably just leave it blank."
"Eh, just wish for a million dollars. It can't hurt, right?"
"I'll...do something." She turned around to him and gave him a small smile. Instead of being annoyed, it seemed to say, "Thanks for trying to cheer me up, even though it's a lost cause." She sank back into her chair, grabbing her book and staring off into space again.
Kyle waited a moment, and then left her. Though he was well used to this behavior, and had paid it as little attention as anything else about his sister, something about that sad smile affected him strangely. He'd spent months rolling his eyes at her melodrama and angst, but for some reason today it seemed to strike him differently.
Their dad called them into the den, a little early since he was taking their mother out to dinner. He joyously handed out the slips of paper. Holding his paper, Kyle looked again at his sister, watching her clearly fake writing anything on hers before folding it over. For the first time he could remember, he could actually feel some of her pain and loneliness with unusual immediacy. The strange wave of sympathy washing over him and he put his pencil to paper. His own wish somehow seemed petty and childish now. Instead, he wrote a different message, folded it over, and tossed it in. He watched it burn to make sure it wouldn't open enough that someone could read what it said.
"I wish I could give my sister whatever it is that she really wants."
****
Their parents gone, Millie sulked back into her room. She didn't bother closing the door. Let Kyle know she's sad. What did he care? It's not like he ever said or did anything to try to make her feel better. He'd just walk by and ignore her, as always.
She knew she wasn't being entirely fair. He at least seemed like he was making something of an effort before. It wasn't his fault she was disappointed in her life. Not his fault she felt empty, without a future, and unable to make meaningful connections with other people. Not his fault every guy she dated was a bore, or a jerk, or just a pervert.
At least the stupid wish thing was over. It's not like it meant anything, just wistfulness in a cruel world that didn't care. She'd almost written something this time, but only got as far as the first mark before she saw the others watching her. Kicking herself for a moment of useless irrationality, she'd folded it over and tossed it. Now, with her parents gone and her brother uninterested, at least she'd be alone. She closed her eyes and laid her head back.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" Kyle asked. It had almost startled her; she hadn't heard him at the door.
"No."
"Why don't you go out? What about the guy you saw last week? He seemed interested in you."
Millie sighed. "Greg? He was... I don't know." She didn't feel like explaining his stupid little dirty jokes and horribly awkward lack of charm to her brother, who was probably not that different on a date.
"Is there anyone else-"
"No."
"Do you not like dating?"
Millie started to feel a puff of annoyance, thinking he was implying something. "I like men just fine. I'm not a lesbian," she sneered.
"Oh. Sorry. I wasn't trying to say you were."
She could see that he hadn't, and felt bad for snapping. "I'm just tired of pushy guys, that's all."
"Well, then, come on, I'll take you out."
"A pity date from my brother? Yeash."
"You need to get out. We'll eat and see if there's a movie you want to see. We don't have to call it a date. Now come on."
****
"Can I tell you something? I hate Twilight. I really do. Everyone thinks that because I color my hair dark and don't act like some cheerleader that I must be all goth and love that book, but I really don't. I read the first one, and just hated it. I cannot stand the girl, she's so stupid. And of course she picked the lame vampire over the werewolf, because she's an idiot."
They sat across the table from each other, plates long since emptied and cleared. The little black tray from the waiter was still sitting near the edge, topped with the bills and coins he'd brought back in change. Kyle couldn't help but laugh at his sister's enthusiastic dislike for a bad movie and book.
"When the last one came out, Steve actually took me to it. You remember Steve?"
Kyle laughed harder. "Yeah, I remember."
"It was our third and final date. He thought I'd just love it. Dumbass. Actually, he wasn't that bad, just clueless. By the third date he'd used up everything he knew to talk about, I think, and was counting on the movie to send me over the moon. Poor thing, I kind of felt sorry for him, he was so lost for words most of the time."
"Yeah, I've had a few like that myself."
"I bet you have," Millie said with a smirk. "Well, if he'd been a little bit cooler, I might have given him another chance. But I got the definite impression he was hoping for something a little more that night. Now I have no problem with sex, hell, I'm as horny as the next girl, but it's not a reward for good behavior or a thank you for buying me dinner. God forbid a teenage boy take the time to actually wait until it's meaningful. Maybe if one of these boys had some patience and charm, they'd actually get somewhere, and not just two dates, and I wouldn't always be left to take care of myself. I can't wait to be out of high school.
"God, I'm talking a lot." Millie started looking around. "Crap, what time is it?"
Kyle glanced at his phone. "8:15."
"The movie started twenty minutes ago. Can we still make it?"
"It'll take us another twenty to get there, another ten to get our tickets. I mean, so far it's probably just been commercials, so we'd only miss-"
"Eh, forget it."
Kyle fiddled on his phone. "There's another showing at 9:45..."
"I don't really want to stay out that late. Let's go home. We can watch a movie there."
"Alright." Kyle put the change and his phone away, leaving a good tip, and got up.
"Sorry, I've been talking you're ear off."
"No, it's good. We haven't talked like that in a long time."
Millie stood, putting her coat on, but got it twisted. Kyle came behind her and straightened it out, holding it up for her to put her arms in. "Yeah, it's been nice," Millie said.
****
"Well, congratulations, Kyle, that was officially the best date I've ever been on." Millie hung her coat in the closet by their front door, leaving it open for Kyle. “You were both engaging and gentlemanly.”
"And we missed the movie."
"And we missed the movie," Millie echoed.
"Well, I am both honored, and very sad for you."
Millie chuckled. "Being a boy, I suppose you're expecting something now."
Millie wandered a few feet into the living room, with Kyle following as far as the arch doorway from the entry hall. "Yes. I expect you to sulk in your room and not talk to me again for a week."
"Is that all? Ooo, Kyle, you're not like the other boys," she teased, stepping closer to touch his arm.
"One of the benefits of going out with your brother, I suppose."
"Well, if that's the case, then perhaps you shouldn't have stood under the mistletoe." Suddenly she stretched her face to his a planted a big kiss on his lips.
She pulled back from him, then smiled and laughed. "You should see the look on your face. It's like this." She opened her eyes and mouth wide. She laughed again. "Come on, let's watch a movie."
They moved into the living room, Millie getting the remote to find something to watch. Going to the fireplace, she found it still smoldering, and added some wood. "See, most guys I've dated don't even get to the first kiss. Very disappointing."
Kyle sat down on the couch. Seeing him there, Millie got a running start and jumped on him, landing squarely in his gut.
"Oof. You know, that wasn't much fun years ago when we were smaller, let alone now."
"Please, you wuss." She slid to his side, still partly sitting on him as she channel surfed.
"What are you going to watch?"
"Don't know yet."
"No period drama, please," Kyle said.
"Kyle! On a date, you let the woman choose. Don't you know anything?"
"We're still on a date?"
"Since it means I get to watch what I want, yes."
"Then what should I be doing?"
"If it's like most dates I've had, trying to get fresh."
"Hmm Hmm Hmm," Kyle grunt laughed, running his hands up and down Millie's arms.
"Sadly, that's still smoother than some guys. But seriously, Kyle, you'll be much happier long term if you learn how to handle a woman."
Kyle shrugged, relaxing back into the couch and pulling his arm up, unsuccessfully pushing his sister off but managing to get his arm to the top of the couch. The TV kept flipping, pausing for a painfully long time on each channel as Millie seemed to consider every piece of junk before moving on. "So, with your perfect date, how would they go about 'getting fresh'?"
"Casual contact is the way to start. Just simple touching in non-threatening areas."
Kyle put his hand back low and to the right, poking with two fingers. Millie squirmed.
"No, more up here, like on the shoulder." Kyle moved his hand to her shoulder, gripping it tightly a bit. She didn't squirm as much that time and he just relaxed and left it there. "Then you, like, touch my neck."
Kyle poked her neck half-heartedly a few times. "No, like softer and gentler with the back of your finger." Absently, he did so, running his finger along the side of her neck. She said nothing, clicking the channel again, and he continued, moving his finger up and down from her shoulder to just below her ear. After a few times, her head slowly tilted away, stretching her skin where he touched it.
"So at what point do you get to start honking the boobs?" He asked.
She snorted a laugh. "I recommend you hold off on 'honking' indefinitely. The breasts are kind of the first point of no return; letting a guy touch those means the relationship is something different. You have to approach those more carefully."
"Really? Seems to me like you should just jump right out and grab ‘em." Kyle did exactly that, bringing one arm over her shoulder and down the front and the other under her near arm, palming both of his sister's breasts and squeezing just enough to make it clear. Head still tilted, she snorted and rolled her eyes at his joke.
When Millie had kissed her brother under the mistletoe, she'd expected him to jump away in alarm. Instead, he'd simply stayed where he was and let her do, and, thrown off, she'd actually held the kiss. Even with the unexpected development, she'd found that it somehow didn't seem wrong.
Kyle expected a similar reaction from her when he grabbed her boobs, but she likewise simply stayed still, and his hands lingered, not letting go immediately, as if suddenly unsure what to do with them.
"I suppose it's not without its charm. But she'd have to already really like you," Millie said. "But you can't just 'honk' them, you at least have to move your hands around."
"Ah," Kyle said, and he ran his fingers in a rapid tickle motion across the front of both.
Millie again didn't react, changing the channel two more times. His tickling pace slowed gradually, until he was in fact running his fingers in secession along the bottom of each breast.
The feel of the room seemed to change. It got quieter, the ticking clock on the wall and low chatter of the television became more acute, the whole room seeming somehow darker and smaller than before.
His touch became delicate and slow, barely caressing around the curve of her breasts, pressure just noticeable through her bra. He'd trace from inside to the out, fingers coming gingerly off the contact on the outside, followed by a pause before she'd feel them again on the inside. Each time she waited, almost sure they wouldn't touch again, not quite sure that they had until they'd started to move.
They both stared blankly at the television, though neither could have said what was on.
Millie put her hand on Kyle's thigh and pushed off, slowly standing. She synchronized her rise with the stroke of his hands, so that they simply slid off her sides as she moved from him. Without looking back, she said, "I'll be back in a minute."
She did return a little over a minute later in her pajamas, long flannel pants and a thing cotton shirt, clearly with no bra. She found that he hadn't moved an inch, or even touched the remote, and she carefully returned to the exact place she'd been, sitting to his side and half on his lap, with his arm falling gently to her shoulder as she sat down and picked up the remote.
Unable to even think of something to say in justification, he slowly let his hands move back where they'd been before, contacting the underside of her now thinly veiled breasts. As he made contact, he felt her take a slow breath, and noticed her head again tilting away from him slightly.
Her shirt was much softer on his fingers and arms, the skin underneath adding to the softness. He moved his hands even more cautiously, savoring the difference between the thick bra and the almost direct contact. Previously invisible, her nipples now stuck out from underneath her shirt, large and impressive. Feeling emboldened after several slow passes, he left his forefinger drift north, adding his thumb to the contact on top and moving them together until they were just barely touching the sides of her little bumps.
He continued trying to come up with something witty to say, something to imply this was all still just a joke, but everything seemed half-baked. He pointed out to himself that he wasn’t completely enthralled. This was his sister after all. But she seemed to like it, and it was pretty funny. And even if she would never be attractive to him, no matter how pretty she might be, there was still some pleasure to be found in touching her breasts.
Seeing her neck stretched just so, he knew what she'd like next, and lowered his head to it. Finding her hair obstructive, he took his hand from her breast and brushed it aside, tucking it behind her ear. She took a deep breath again, tilting her head more. He kissed her gently, placing one after another in a line going up her neck.
She felt the moistness of his breath and the warmth of his lips on her, and felt no qualm when he returned to her chest, both hands holding and tugging lightly instead of just petting. When the finger and thumb of one hand barely bookended and then squeezed her nipple, she was more than ready for it.
He felt his hips shift beneath her, and she could tell he was trying to reposition without being obvious or disturbing her. She realized she could feel a bulge pressing against the outside of her thigh. Starting to feel a bit unconsciously agitated at just sitting while things happened, she decided to help out and tried to shift more to the side. However, his bulge seemed somewhat caught under her and moved with her, causing him to squirm just a bit. Knowing he wouldn't move his hands to address the problem, she moved her own hand down, wedging it between her rear and him and push against him to slide over just enough.
It was only after she moved that it occurred to her that her hand was squarely on her brother's cock. She could feel it twitch at her contact, and feel his subtle and hopeful gasp. Knowing he couldn't see her face, she smiled to herself and she left her hand there, resting it gently with only a little extra pressure, as if she wasn't thinking about what she was touching.
His motion on her breasts and his kisses slowed, though the pressure did not, and she knew he was fully distracted by the feel of her hand on him. His breathing changed, as did the feel of his bulge as it began pressing more against her hand on its own. As it pressed more, and she felt its hardness, she got a better sense for its orientation, and realized it was bent somewhat awkwardly in his pants. She let her own touch stiffen, petting it upward in an attempt to let it uncrook.
It staunchly refused to move. She could feel the discomfort grow in him, but he himself refused to act, obviously afraid of risking taking a hand off her breast and frightening her away from what it was on. Smirking again at his vain attempt to stay cool, she pushed more, trying to resolve the problem without being too disruptive.
Finally he could bear it no more and released her breast, bringing his hand down as he squirmed more but pausing at Millie's hand, trying to figure a way to do it while encouraging her hand to stay where it was. Hooking his thumb under the waistband to the side of her hand, he tugged ineffectively.
Millie hooked her own thumb in next to her brother's, helping tent it up at the zipper. Surprised at the help but still having trouble, Kyle finally just stuck his hand in and straightened it out by directly.
With his hand out of the way, Millie let the waistband back down, but not pulling it upward, so that THE END
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