Ellie found Cassie on the living room couch, just getting her bra clasped and turning it around to lift over her breasts.
"Wow that was crazy, right?!" Ellie plopped down next to Cassie and started sifting through her clothing.
Cassie finished putting on her bra before she stopped getting dressed to put her face into her hands, elbows resting on her knees. "I can't believe that we actually did that," her voice muffled as she spoke through her hands.
"Did what?" Ellie asked dismissively as she finally found her bra and started looping it around her waist.
"Ellie," she pulled her hands away to look over at her sister in total disbelief. "We practically just got naked in front of our little brother!"
"Oh, stop being so dramatic," Ellie rolled her eyes as she pulled her bra up over her tits. "We just let him see our boobs for a minute. It's no big deal."
"Ellie, he had an erection!" Cassie couldn't believe how her sister was casually dismissing what they had just done.
"I know!" Ellie finished pulling her shirt on and turned toward Cassie laughing. "Did you have any idea that he had that big a dick?" Ellie looked back over her shoulder quickly to make sure that Eric wasn't standing right behind them.
Cassie blushed and looked down to start putting on her own t shirt. "I didn't really get that good a look." She said quietly.
"You didn't?" Ellie was tickled by her answer. "Boy you should've while you had the chance! That boy is going to make some girl very happy." She smiled at the memory of Eric standing there, stark naked in their kitchen, just a few minutes earlier, his thick rod of twitching dick standing straight up.
"Don't you even think it's wrong that he got aroused by looking at us?" Cassie was floored at how inappropriate it all seemed to her.
"Cass," Ellie put her hand on Cassie's knee. "I know you don't have a lot of experience with this, but he's just a normal eighteen year old guy. They spend like, half their life with a hard on. They can see a bra ad in a magazine and they're turned on." She shook her head to emphasize how pathetic boys were. "That was probably the first time he's seen an actual pair of tits in his whole life and you have to admit, we're pretty hot." Cassie blushed. "So please don't worry about it. He was just having fun. We were all drunk and just acting stupid."
"And you don't think it was wrong that he got aroused?" Cassie asked quietly.
"No, I can't say I blame him, either," she reassured Cassie. "I got a little worked up myself, but like I said, it wasn't like we were sucking his dick or anything, Cass. It's just letting him see our boobs." She shrugged. "Nobody is getting pregnant...or an STD." she looked at her sister sympathetically. "Look, maybe it went a little too far, but he's fine. It's only gonna be weird if you make it weird. Don't ruin the most fun that boy's had since he started college, just because you got a little worked up and now you're feeling guilty about it."
"What?...that's not..." Cassie blushed deeply and tried to protest.
"Oh, come on, Cass. It's me remember." Ellie looked pointedly at her sister, who was doing very her best to avoid making eye contact. "It's okay that you enjoyed having a hot guy rubbing up on you a little." Ellie tilted her head trying to catch Cassie's eye. "You can't tell me you didn't feel his massive boner pressed up against you, or that you missed that he was nearly bulging out of his underwear before he took them off. Seriously."
"I guess I just didn't want to embarrass him, or make it awkward," Cassie sighed. "I tried to pretend that I didn't see it and hoped that we could all just get past it."
"Which is exactly what I'm telling you to do, Cass." Ellie smiled comfortingly. "Just let it go and it's all going to be fine."
"You don't think this ruined things....like between us?" Cassie looked to her for reassurance.
"Of course not." Ellie stood up to put her jeans on, still a little wobbly from the drinks. "You know how you were saying how you've always felt kind of distant and left out? That it feels like Eric and I have more in common and have always been closer? Well, doing something like this together means that we all have a secret we share now. Something that only the three of us know about. It's that kind of stuff that makes it special." Ellie explained. "Would you feel better if it had happened without you and you had just one more thing to feel left out and awkward about?"
"Well...no, of course not." It made more sense to Cassie than she would have guessed initially. "But you're not worried that he isn't going to see us, like the same way, or not respect us anymore?"
Ellie laughed. "Eighteen year old boys don't respect anybody, Cass. If anything, after seeing that perky rack and your tight ass in those panties, he's probably elevated you to 'goddess' status."
Cassie blushed deeply, but a smile crept into the corners of her mouth as she processed what Ellie had said about her, wondering if Eric really did think that after seeing her nearly naked. "I can't be-lieve that we actually did that!" She looked at Ellie in amazement, still fighting the smile.
"I know, right? You have to admit that was crazy, but kinda fun too, right?" Ellie encouraged her.
"I was having fun," Cassie admitted. "I was just worried that it went a little too far."
"Well, college kids take things a little too far when they're having fun, Cass. It's kind of what we do when you think about it." She smiled and shrugged. "You just gotta relax and stop taking everything so seriously. It's all fine. Trust me." She stood up. "Now put on your big girl jeans and come help me clean up. I'm betting Eric has already gone upstairs to work out that hard problem he had at the end of the game and he's probably passed by now." Ellie bounced out of the room and went to start cleaning up.
After they had put everything away, the girls climbed the stairs quietly, hugged, suppressed a drunken giggle and parted ways to go into their separate rooms, across the hall from each other. Ellie locked her bedroom door and crept through the bathroom she shared with Eric to open the adjoining door to his room and peek inside.
Eric was sitting on his bed with only his reading lamp on, listening for his sisters after he'd heard them come up the stairs. He looked up to see Ellie coming through his bathroom door and his face broke into a wide smile.
Ellie tiptoed over to Eric's bedroom door and quietly locked it too, before creeping back to his bed. Biting her lower lip, Ellie reached down to lift her t-shirt up over her head, causing Eric to take his shirt off as well. Ellie undid her jeans and slid them off of her legs as Eric fumbled with his own to keep up with her. Eric paused as Ellie reached up behind her back to undo her bra and release her big, bouncing tits, before scooting up along the bed to sit right next to Eric. She reached over to lightly squeeze his still hard cock through his underwear, looked up into his face with her eyes twinkling and whispered, "I want to see it some more," with a sneaky smile.
Eric pulled his underwear down and kicked them off his feet, revealing again his rock hard dick, sticking straight up in his lap, as he sat beside Ellie on the edge of his bed. Ellie looked at it in fascination before reaching out to grab it with one hand around his thick shaft, before looking up to see Eric's reaction, "It's so big!" she whispered with delight.
Eric began to breathe deeply as she ran her small hand over the tender head of his dick and then stroked it lightly to the base and back to the head again. His breath hitched as her hand reached the flaring head, even as his own hand reached out to grab one of Ellie's exposed boobs, squeezing it gently, fondling its firm size and lightly pinching the hard little nipple that rested atop her puffy, swollen areolas.
Ellie began to stroke his cock more firmly, squeezing the thick shaft and pressing her fingers together each time her hand closed over the tip of the swollen head. She looked back and forth in fascination between the hard cock in her hands, the rippling muscles standing out on Eric's abs and chest, as his whole body tensed up, and the look of ecstasy on his face as she pleasured him. He gasped and said, "Oh, Ellie...". She could feel her hands getting slick with the precum that was coming from his twitching cock, each time she reached the tip, while he ran his hand all over her boobs, as if he was trying to touch each of them at once.
Eric made a sudden gasp, and his body went tense, just before a thin rope of cum erupted from his dick, just as Ellie milked it to the tip. The cum flew up and then landed on Ellie's hand, her arm, and his chest, right before another jet of it shot out and landed on his stomach and thighs. It had surprised Ellie that she'd brought him to an orgasm less than a minute after she'd begun to stroke his dick, but she was too fascinated by the sight of her brother shooting fountains of cum to let up, as she continued to stroke him through the next couple of smaller spurts. He finally reached down to pull her hand away as his dick had become way too sensitive to be touched.
Eric leaned back on his palms and took in huge gulps of air as he'd been holding his breath through most of the orgasm. His chest, shiny with perspiration, rose and fell with his heavy breathing, even as his cock continued to twitch and ooze a droplet of thick, white cum from the tip. Ellie watched it all and soaked in the sight of the effect she'd had, making her brother cum by her own hand.
"I'm gonna go wash this off," she whispered smiling, as she stood up to tiptoe into the bathroom and began to wash off the splotches and droplets of his cum, from her hand, her arm and even a small drop that clung to the side of her boob that she spied when she looked in the mirror over the sink.
Eric walked in behind her a minute later and she stepped aside to let him rinse the cum that was dripping from his still hard cock as well as the splatters that had landed on his body. "Sorry about the mess," he apologized, looking up at Ellie's reflection in the mirror.
"It's okay," she whispered smiling as her hand ran down his back and came to rest on his firm butt. "Remember, you never have to be embarrassed or ashamed with me about anything, right?" She lifted her eyebrows in encouragement.
"Yeah," he grinned sheepishly. "I was just so turned on after...you know..." As he reached for a towel to dry his hands, his eyes dropped away from hers, embarrassed.
"After you got to see your sister's tits and showed them your hard cock?" Ellie suggested.
"Well...yeah," Eric admitted. He turned to look back at her, her nearly naked body lit in the warm glow of the nightlight. He lifted his hands up to her tits to finally get the satisfaction of feeling them fill his large hands, squeezing them lightly and lifting them gently, amazed at how beautiful they were. Even more so than he had imagined.
Ellie reached down to lightly trace her fingers along the shaft of Eric's cock to see how sensitive he still was. As he twitched, and his breathing intensified again, she grasped him more firmly and began to stroke him lightly with both hands, twisting them slightly as she did. It was all Eric could do not to begin humping her hands, but she could still feel his hips pressing his cock into each stroke, as she gradually increased the pressure with her hands.
Eric lowered his right hand along Ellie's hip and felt her breathing alter slightly as his fingertips traced along the inside of the waistband of her panties. Reaching the soft, quivering skin, just below her belly button, his hand slid into her panties and over the soft patch of trimmed hair that covered her pussy. He could feel the heat coming from her body as his finger slid through the top of her pussy lips and entered the first wet, slippery fold at the opening of her vagina. Ellie's hips jerked at how electric his touch felt after enduring the anticipation of how tentatively his hand had slid down her stomach to finally get there.
Eric couldn't believe that he was actually touching Ellie's pussy. It was so much more intense than he ever imagined it would feel to finally get there with a girl. He looked down at her soft, full lips, her slightly open mouth and the edges of her teeth being revealed as her lips pulled back each time he slid his finger into the warm, wet folds of her pussy. He could see her beautiful tits jiggling in the soft, dim light as her hands worked up and down his hard cock.
Ellie was shuddering along the length of her body, especially her legs, as she rose up onto her tip toes to increase the amount of contact she received from Eric's hand. She felt his hand wrap up under her pussy and his long middle finger slide deeper into her than he had been able to reach before. She tilted her hips to get his finger tip to brush along the roof of her vagina and her body began shaking from the intensity of the sensation that he was giving her, with the simplest touch. She slowed way down in stroking his dick and began to slowly work both hands from the base of his straining cock up its thick, curved length to squeeze through the swollen plum of his cockhead, milking it gently to the tip, before sliding her hands back down the length as she varied her grip by lightly twisting her hands through the length of the stroke.
Eric began to match Ellie's slow, languorous rhythm as he slid his finger into and out of her pussy. After the way she reacted the first time he touched her there, he lifted his finger to drag along the skin in roof of her pussy and the hard straining nub at the top of her opening as he withdrew his finger each time. Ellie looked up at him, towering over her, as she worked both hands around his thick, pulsing dick and they increased their tempo a little at a time. Sharing gasps of warm breath in the dimly lit space they had shared forever, their eyes locked as Eric looked down to see Ellie looking up wide-eyed, lips parted and cheeks flushed as she was just as drunk with the pleasure of the moment, as she was from the drinks she'd had at their party. Eric couldn't believe that he could see Ellie like this, topless and tits bobbling, able touch her everywhere on her body, as much as he wanted.
As Ellie felt her pleasure mounting she increased the pace of her stroking and felt Eric come along with her, as his own hand sped up to match her pace. The small space was peppered with the sound of their gasping breaths and stifled moans, the air perfumed with the scent of Ellie's throbbing pussy and the animal scents that emanated from their bodies, as they climbed the mountain of pleasure together. Ellie could feel Eric tense up again and hear the hitch in his breath that warned her before his last orgasm. She could feel her own body respond, as she pictured the powerful sight of his cum erupting earlier. Her thighs began to tremble and weaken, as she arched her body up onto her tip toes, and then she was suddenly swept over the edge as her pussy clenched and spasmed over her brother's fingers. An explosive jet of cum squirted up from Eric's cock between them, landing on the smooth swell of Ellie's cheek and dripping down onto her warm pink boob. She continued to stroke his dick as her thighs came together to lock onto her brother's hand and he continued to spurt in a hot white eruption that soon covered her hands and forearms, breasts and stomach in drops of his sticky warm cum. She looked down to see the last few spurts dribble over her hands from the tip of his dick and she realized that he had gotten covered with almost as much cum as she had when she finally reached down to pull his hand away from her quivering body.
Ellie backed up unsteadily, to sit on the edge of their tub, and they watched each other, across the dimly lit space, like panting animals, while the effect of their orgasms slowly subsided. Eric stared at his sister's beautiful face, her heaving tits and the way her legs were carelessly open as she waited, her legs like jelly, for the waves of tingling to finally subside. Eric leaned against the sink, his whole body engorged by the tensing of his muscles as they had pleasured each other. His dick twitched involuntarily as a tiny drop of cum continued to ooze slowly from the tip and he drank in the sight of his beautiful, curvy sister, now covered in his cum.
At last, Ellie reached behind her to turn on the water in the shower and pull the curtain as the running water began to flow from the shower head. She braced herself against the bathroom wall with one hand as she slowly lowered her soaked panties, on one side, and then the other, before slipping them over the smooth swell of her sensuous thighs and allowing them to drop to the tile below her, once they had finally cleared her knees. Eric stared at the trimmed patch of her pussy hair and looking up the full length of her revealed body, surprised to find himself thinking how very vulnerable she looked, completely naked like she was.
Ellie stepped over to Eric and wrapped her arms around his long torso as she rested her face against his chest and listened to the mighty thumping of his heart as it slowed gradually. They stood like that for a long moment, naked in the glow, sticky against each other with Eric's cum, still sweating from the exertion of bringing each other the most pleasure either of them had ever experienced. As Ellie could feel the warmth of the water behind them grow, she pulled away and turned at last, to adjust the tap and step into the shower, holding the curtain open for Eric once she was inside.
When they crawled, each into their own beds, not long after, Ellie replayed her conversation with Cassie and tried not to think about all of the points that her sister had raised. Of course she knew it was wrong to do what they had, both earlier and certainly upstairs. None of which changed how much Ellie had wanted to do it, and wanted to do it again. She didn't know if this would damage Eric, or their relationship as brother and sister, she just knew that he wanted it, just as badly as she did, and they couldn't be blamed for taking what pleasure they could when the world had gotten so fucked up, and the months of isolation, restriction and boredom had taken their toll.
If she and Eric were all the other one had, to get them through the weeks or months of aching desire, to be touched, and wanted, and fulfilled, then they would just have to take what circumstance had allowed them. If she couldn't know what the future held, was it wrong to allow herself the few pleasures that still remained available to her in the present. She drifted off to sleep with the memory of Eric's hard, long body still lingering, like the memory of his touch, as she slid into a dreamless sleep.
Cassie meanwhile turned restlessly on her pillow, trying to find a comfortable spot in order to finally fall asleep herself. If the conversation with Ellie had eased most of her concerns, while they were still drunk, she grew less and less sure as the effects of the drinks eventually wore off. Maybe it would all just be okay if she allowed it to, if she didn't make it weird and let it go as Ellie had suggested. But as much as she hoped that it was true, she couldn't help thinking that something had fundamentally changed that night, for each of them.
She couldn't admit to Ellie that stripping in front of Eric and seeing his exposed cock had excited her, even if Ellie clearly already knew that it must have. Here in the dark alone, it was hopeless for her to deny it to herself. Or that the feeling of Eric's hands on her body, the day before, hadn't been exquisitely satisfying in a way that made her embarrassed about asking him if he would massage her again. After seeing his fully engorged cock tonight, she didn't think there was any way she would be able to ask him to touch her body like that again and she felt a little piece of her ache with regret at the thought.Even if she had been stimulated by the sight of his body, and the touch of his hands, she rationalized that if she never acknowledged it, then it still had the chance to remain somehow innocent. It was only something twisted and wrong inside of her if Eric didn't feel it too. Her arousal only meant that her life was empty of physical passion, and that she made up for it with the increased focused on her work and her academic career. After being alone for so long, she couldn't be blamed if the memory of his firm body against hers made her want to melt into him, and hold him like that again. And again and again. She twitched under the covers and shifted around in discomfort, before eventually trying to settle down again.
If Eric never knew that she found it arousing, she reasoned, then they were safe, because she would never actually do anything about it. But knowing now that he clearly felt it too, had caused an indescribably un-scratchable itch, deep inside of her. As much as she longed for sleep to come, she kept seeing Eric and Ellie's bodies, almost completely naked, writhing up against each other, the straining outline of his hard dick in his underwear as she first saw it, and then the sight of his fully naked body as he stood stripped in front of both she and Ellie.
Her thighs pressed and squirmed as the tingling within her refused to subside. She felt flush and overly warm under the covers and her nipples felt every brush against the fabric as she moved braless inside her flannel pajamas. She wedged her hand tightly between her thighs as if doing so would keep it from moving on its own, or allowing it access, to where her body was calling it.
The more she tried to block the image of Eric naked, or the trembling memory of the moment that she allowed her bra to fall free, and let Eric see her topless, the more they pushed against her will, with the same persistence that she felt echoed within each throb of her pussy. As her thighs relaxed, and she finally relented against the inevitability of her need, she remembered having her eyes closed, and the sensation of feeling Eric's hard dick, pressed up against her lower stomach. She imagined just how she and Ellie must have looked, as they struggled topless, her own hard nipples rubbing across the soft skin of Ellie's big, firm tits. The way Ellie's own nipples felt against her skin. While Eric watched it, all of it, his dick hard, completely unashamed.
She should have been ashamed, and humiliated, rather than excited, to have been exposed and forced to do the things that she had, with both Eric and Ellie. But as she reached a shuddering climax, she knew that it was really the shame and humiliation of it that excited her most of all. As her breathing slowed and the throbbing in her pussy subsided, she found comfort in her bed at last and finally let sleep take her.
When Eric came downstairs the following morning, he wasn't expecting to find Cassie already awake and sitting at the kitchen table. She was drinking tea and looking out over the snowy vista behind their house through the large window by the table. The sun wasn't fully up yet and so everything was lit in that soft, blue glow that you got when the snow is reflecting light from a sky that is only a little brighter than the world still in shadow below.
Cassie was startled out of her thoughts when she heard Eric walk into the kitchen and spilled a little tea on the table from her reaction. "Oh hey," she spoke softly as she got up to reach for a paper towel. "Good morning." She focused on making sure she had gotten up all of the spilled tea while Eric poured some juice and took a couple of Advil from the cabinet.
"Hey," he plopped down at the table across from Cassie and off to one side.
"You doing okay this morning?" Cassie hadn't looked up from where she was wiping at the table.
"Yeah," Eric rubbed his forehead. "I don't know what was in those drinks, but I think they were stronger than they tasted."
Ellie laughed nervously in agreement. "Yeah, we probably should have warned you. Guess we all got pretty wasted." She looked tentatively over at Eric for the first time.
Eric nodded with a half-hearted smile and took another drink of his juice. He was having a hard time reconciling his sister sitting in her pajamas and robe this morning with his memory of her standing topless in this same kitchen wearing only her high-cut black panties the night before. It didn't seem quite real.
"So did you enjoy your party?" Cassie took another sip of tea.
"I really kind of did," Eric admitted. "It was so much more than I thought it was...you know." He struggled to put it into words. "I guess I expected it was going to be kind of boring and sad with just the three of us kind of...pretending to have a party, you know?"
"Yeah, I was kind of expecting the same thing, honestly" Cassie smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Well, I really appreciate you being a good sport about it and all," Eric made eye contact with her and gave her a warm, subdued smile. "I know that kind of stuff is more Ellie's thing, but...it wouldn't have been the same without you there too." He felt like he didn't know what he wanted to say.
"Yeah, that was definitely outside my comfort zone," Cassie blushed at a memory. "I just don't want it to make things awkward between us I guess."
"No, no...," Eric became more animated in trying to reassure her. "I get it and I totally appreciated that you did so much to try and make it special." He looked at her earnestly. "It really meant a lot to me that you would do something that crazy just to make sure my wish came true. I know we're supposed to be acting more like roommates and all, but I think it's easier for Ellie to think like that than maybe for you...or me." He looked down at his glass and blushed a little. "If that like, makes any sense."
"No, it's makes total sense," Eric could hear the warmth and relief in Cassie's voice. "You did so much for Ellie and I. You made our miracles happen and you know I'd do anything I could to make your wishes come half as true as you made mine."
Cassie reached across the table and put her hand on Eric's. "I was just sitting here when you walked in, thinking that somewhere off behind those buildings is a tropical oasis. I was remembering how good it felt to lay in the light and warmth as you were working out what felt like a full body cramp the other day. I'll never forget how magical that was." She pulled her hand away from his and waved it dismissively at the spot they had played their game the night before. "I felt like this was nothing in comparison to all that."
Eric smiled at the memory as he was pretty sure it wasn't 'nothing' to any of them. He took a sip of his juice and wondered how Cassie would have reacted to find out how much crazier it had gotten upstairs between Ellie and he after she had gone to bed.
"I was thinking that you've already given each of us two of our wishes and we should be doing more than just a party for a couple of hours to make up for the fact that we will be enjoying the ski lift and the beach every day or so."
"Look, you guys have done plenty, Cass," he assured her. "I'm getting to enjoy the ski run and the beach as much as you two. Maybe even more." He smiled. "It's fine."
"I'd really like to, though," Cassie insisted. "I know you thought you'd be learning about interacting with college girls this year and I feel like Ellie and I can help with that." Eric did his best not to grin as he remembered the interaction he'd had with Ellie after the party. "I know I'm not as good as Ellie acting like a roommate instead of a sister, but I still think I can help."
"What do you mean?", Eric was getting curious.
"Well, you have to know more than how to get crazy at a party Eric, and I thought about your date idea." She became more animated and expressive as she continued. "I was thinking that you could practice going on 'dates' with Ellie and I to kind of get to know what to do around different types of girls."
"How would we practice having 'dates' though?" Eric looked around.
"Well," Cassie suggested, "I was thinking I could get Ellie to help me set up a dinner and we could pretend it's a restaurant, for example. You would get to practice ordering, picking up the check, making conversation, the whole thing."
She nodded at Eric as she spoke, checking to see if he followed. "A guy has to be comfortable doing all of those things and knowing what to expect. I think it will make you feel more relaxed and confident when it happens for real if you've had a chance to try it a few times here first."
Eric had to admit that it didn't sound crazy as he'd only ever been to restaurants with his parents and that was usually if they were taking a trip. Up until this point, he'd only learned how to pick something out on the menu and really just relied on his dad to take care of everything else. He shrugged to signal that he didn't hate the idea.
"So if I set something up for tonight, will you be my dinner date, then?" Ellie looked at him hopefully.
"Sure," Eric smiled. "It sounds like fun."
After breakfast, Cassie and Eric stayed in their pajamas in the kitchen and set up their laptops again on the kitchen table. They made a little small talk now and then, but both were also taking long stretches to focus on what they were doing and get some work done for school. As the hours went by, Cassie began to feel like they had moved past any awkwardness and were more or less being who they had always been. Maybe Ellie was right.
When Ellie padded in closer to noon, she looked puffy eyed and didn't have her usual bounce. "Minivan," she announced as she started to open the coffee-maker.
"I'm sorry...what?" Cassie looked up.
"Minivan," Ellie groaned. "I'm pretty sure it was a minivan that hit me last night. I didn't get the plate number." She let out a yawn, rubbed her eyes and then her temples. "How much did I drink last night?"
"I think we all had plenty," Eric chuckled. "I took some advil and it helped."
Eric looked over, but Ellie was adding some coffee to the machine and looking the other way. He saw her press the start button and pad over to one cupboard to get some advil and another to get a glass. She went to the sink to fill the glass and took the pain relievers before sitting next to Cassie and putting her face into her hands as her elbows rested on the table.
After her coffee was ready, Ellie sipped it slowly for a while as she waited for the pounding in her head to subside. A few times she had images of what had happened upstairs after the party and felt a twinge of shame and regret, along with a little nausea. She knew it wasn't just being wasted that had caused it to happen. She had been fantasizing about Eric, flirting with him and teasing him for days. Being drunk and high had simply allowed her to act out her desires. She snuck a quick look at Eric, but he was typing something. She didn't even want to look at Cassie.
She tried to imagine what the two of them thought of her after everything she'd done to encourage both of them to act inappropriately last night and her stomach felt fuzzy and wrong when she imagined how she must have looked and sounded. She drank some more coffee and hoped that she could keep it down as it seemed to be helping with her headache. She listened to the two of them typing and making a little small talk and she started to feel like maybe it was going to be okay after all. She really couldn't take it if Cassie started up again this morning, but with both of them, about how inappropriate last night was. She didn't even know the worst part of it. Ellie groaned as she relived the memories and slid her head down to rest on her arms folded on the table.
"You gonna be okay there?" Eric had a smile in his voice, mixed with a moderate amount of concern. He looked over at Cassie and hooked his thumb in Ellie's direction. "Looks like our social director is down for the count."
"Would somebody just hit me in the head with a brick or something?," Ellie groaned. "You just gotta promise me a quick death...or at least a coma...something..."
Cassie and Eric chuckled at her misery and Cassie reached over to rub her sister on the back to try and comfort her. Eric got up to make her some dry toast and refill her water glass. He brought them over to her when the toast was ready. "Here," he said rubbing her shoulder and back a little. "Try and see if you can get a little something in your stomach. It will help."
Ellie, turned her head to look up at Eric through the messy tangle of her tousled hair. He actually looked caring and concerned, instead of disgusted or like he knew a dirty secret that one of his friends had told him about her. He just seemed like...Eric. She sat up a little and started nibbling one corner of the toast and mixing in sips of coffee and water as her stomach started to settle down. Eric looked over at one point and gave her a small, sweet smile, glad to see her doing a little better. Otherwise, the two of them just kept working and talking like everything was fine. Ellie sighed and started to think she might have gotten away with acting like she had. Maybe they were just chalking it up to being drunk. It was really starting to look that way.
After she had gotten a couple of pieces of toast down Eric yawned and stretched his arms before shutting down his laptop, He looked over at Ellie. "Doing any better?" He gave her a hopeful smile.
"A little," she nodded. "It helped." She tried to give him a smile in return, but unexpectedly felt like her eyes were starting to water. She stood up and went to the counter to grab a paper napkin from the holder and pretended to blow her nose as she dabbed at her eyes. "I think I need a shower," she said, her slippers making scuffling noises as she left the kitchen and headed upstairs.
Ellie sat with her head in her hands while she peed and waited for the shower to warm up. She heard Eric turn the doorknob from his room and then knock softly when he found it was locked. "You okay in there, Ellie?" he asked.
"Yeah...I'm fine, Eric. Just need some time." It was all she could think of to say.
"Well, Cassie and I wanted to know if you felt like heading down to the beach. We thought it might help..." She could feel him waiting for an answer.
"I'm not feeling that well. I think I'll be good here, thanks."
"Okay, well....we're leaving in about ten minutes if you change your mind. " He sounded disappointed.
Ellie saw the steam rising from the shower and peeled off her pajamas, flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower. She tried not to remember being in there with Eric the night before, but she couldn't completely shut of the images that kept popping back into her memory. She let the warm water run through her hair, down over her closed eyes and slide along her body for long minutes as she tried to figure out if Eric had simply come upstairs to check on her just now, or if he was expecting to walk in and pick up right where they'd left off the night before. Ellie turned her head slowly from side to side under the streaming water and tried not to think about how complicated everything in her world had suddenly become.
On the beach, the air still warming up from the lights, Eric pulled out his pipe, held the lighter to it and drew some smoke into his lungs.
"Why do you do that?" Cassie was sitting in the chair beside him. She sounded genuinely curious, rather than scolding.
"Well," he paused to let out the smoke from his lungs. "I like the feeling of not really worrying about anything when I do. It just kind of relaxes me and lets me just kind of appreciate everything that's right in front of me more." He shrugged. He wasn't sure if that made sense and he had never really tried to explain it before. People who liked to get high never asked about it. It was kind of obvious. It felt good.
"And it works?" Cassie asked after thinking for a long moment. "With having a drink the other day, I just felt kind of fuzzy and out of it."
"Here," he handed it to her. "Try some for yourself."
"Maybe I shouldn't." Cassie hesitated.
"Suit yourself," Eric shrugged, laid the pipe and lighter on their small table and leaned back in his chair making a contented sigh.
"Okay, maybe just a little." Cassie reached for the pipe.
Eric smiled and looked over to squint at his sister tentatively drawing smoke from the pipe. She held her breath for ten seconds before letting out a thin plume of smoke. Eric nodded when she looked over and took a drink of his own water as Cassie set down the pipe beside the lighter to reach for the other water bottle and take a drink of her own.
They sat there for a few minutes as the temperature in the enclosure began to rise. With each minute that passed, their bodies relaxed a little more as the effect of the smoke suffused their bodies and the rising temperature allowed their muscles to relax in the soothing heat.
"Do you ever wish you could be somebody else?" Cassie asked out of nowhere.
Eric opened his eyes to squint at her. "Well...I spent a long time wishing my life was different when I was stuck here," he mused. "But I guess I always wanted to be who I was, but doing the things that I wanted to do...somewhere else I guess."
"I guess I thought the same thing," Cassie nodded. "But even going away and doing what I wanted, I'm still the same. I can't let anybody else take control of stuff for me. It's like I get anxious and have to do it myself or...it's just not right." She thought for a moment. "If there's a group project, I always have to be in charge and then I even end up redoing a lot of other people's work if I think it will hurt our grade."
"Yep, that sounds like the Cassie I remember," Eric grinned with his eyes still closed.
"But I hate it and I don't know how to stop being that person," Cassie admitted.
"Well, if you were ever going to try, now's the time," Eric reminded her. "Remember how we were going to try and be roommates and let go of who we were as kids during this thing?"
"Yeah...but like last night, it was so hard for me...I don't know....to stop...being me, I guess." She was getting frustrated. The weed made her feel like she wanted to talk, but her mind was having trouble finding a way to say it. It felt like she was going in word circles instead of getting to the point she was trying to make.
"Look," Eric rolled onto his side and looked at her. "It seems like you've come a long way over the past couple of weeks. The old Cassie would never have shared the allowance, or let me take the lead on Ellie's project, or...." He suddenly flashed on an image of her topless from the night before. "Gone to a party," he ended lamely.
Cassie had tensed up when he paused, afraid he might say it out loud. "I guess so. It's just hard for me and the weird part is that I really don't want to be in control of anything. It just makes me anxious. I just don't know how to let go, I guess."
"Well, you're doing a pretty good job today," Eric suggested. "The old Cassie wouldn't have gotten high and started talking about fixing her own life instead of fixing everybody else'," he chuckled.
Cassie tilted her head from side to side, considering. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She sat back and looked out at the water. "I guess that's why I wanted to escape to somewhere tropical. I wanted to see if I could be somebody else there." Her voice got soft. "If I could just be somewhere that nobody knew me, if I could just be free."
Eric sat up as the change in her tone registered finally. "That's not hard," he suggested.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this place," he waved his hands. "Is like, a controlled environment. It's like the tropics, but it's like it's own thing, if that makes sense." He struggled to remember his point. "It's like a lab or something...where you can practice and test things almost. It's like a bunny slope of the tropics."
Cassie thought that idea sounded very profound in the moment. "But it's not quite because I still know you guys so it's not like I went somewhere else," she was trying to find the objection that she knew was in there somewhere.
"But we're somebody else now too, remember?" he suggested. "All I'm saying is that if you were ever going to get a chance to try out being whoever you wanted, this is as good as it's going to get."
"And you guys would let me do that?" Cassie was almost hopeful.
"Honestly, I don't think Ellie cares what you do as long as you don't mess with her. And as long as you don't like start having a split personality disorder or using a fake British accent or something, I'm good." He laid back for a moment before sitting back up. "I'd probably be okay with the fake accent, even." He gave her a lopsided grin.
"Huh," Cassie sat back in her chair and drank some more water, processing what he'd proposed. "Would you help me?" she asked Eric at last.
Eric squinted over at her again. "Like how?"
"I guess by letting me try it out in here. Just us sometimes." She paused. "I feel like Ellie would make fun of me, and even if she didn't, I'd always feel like she was about to make fun of me...so I don't think I would do it." The words came tumbling out.
"So you want to have a tropical personality sometimes, when we're alone in here, and you don't want Ellie to know?" He was trying to understand.
"Exactly...," Cassie nodded absent-mindedly as she stared out at the lagoon backdrop. "Exactly!", she grew more animated. "I just need a name and...to figure out who she is." She settled back down and nodded.
Eric was feeling way too high to try and figure this out. He got up to go down to check the water and Cassie got up to follow him, almost mumbling to herself.
Eric sat down in the warm water and looked over at Cassie as she sat down beside him. "So what would tropical Cassie do different right now, for example."
"Well, for one she wouldn't be weird about asking you to give her another massage, I guess," she shrugged, before realizing what she'd just said. She looked over and saw Eric chuckling softly at her embarrassment. "I mean...she would just ask, you know...because she liked it and not worry about any other...stuff."
"What other stuff?" Eric realized a moment too late that he wasn't sure he wanted to go there, but it was already asked.
"You know..." she tried to find a good answer. "What you'd think, what Ellie would think, what the world would think...." She suddenly felt drained and put her hands on her face while resting her elbow on her knees. "Forget it. I'm not making any sense."
Eric put his hand on her shoulder affectionately. "No, I get it. Somebody like Ellie does things just because she likes it or thinks it's fun. She doesn't over-think it. You want to be more like that, right?"
Cassie looked up cautiously, looking for any sign that Eric was teasing or mocking her. "Yeah," she said quietly. "But not all wild or anything. I just want to be able to let go and enjoy stuff. Not make a big deal about it. Try stuff and let myself enjoy it," she looked off into the distance. "I just don't know how to do that."
"Well, come lay on the mat and I'll give you a massage while we figure it out." He stood up. Cassie looked up and took the strong hand he held out to her.
Ellie had come back downstairs to find she had the house to herself. She sat at the kitchen table looking out at the cold winter light and considered going out to the beach to be with Eric and Cassie. She was feeling a little better after the shower, but in the cold light of day, she felt like wincing when she remembered jacking Eric off until he shot cum all over her as she practically humped his hand so that she could cum at the same time. She wasn't sure what she was expecting when she went upstairs after the party last night, but she just remembered a desire to touch him and have him able to touch her, to see her.
While she had enjoyed the attention and she had always loved teasing Eric, she really hadn't thought through what she'd actually do with him once she caught him. Drunk and high last night, all worked up from the game, she might have done anything. But having sobered up, she felt the queasy anxiety of having narrowly avoided something awful. The truth was she didn't have that much more sexual experience than Cassie and Eric. She'd had plenty of boyfriends growing up, but had gone off to college as a virgin.
Ellie had hooked up with two guys her freshman year and the first guy turned out to be nothing like she'd imagined him when she sobered up. He came by the next day and she found herself feeling embarrassed that she'd actually had sex with him at a party. She thought he was funny, smart and hot when she'd first met him the night before, but when she was sober he didn't turn out to be any of those things. He'd called a few times after, but he finally got the hint.
The second guy had actually been pretty hot and smart, but after getting him to chase her for a few weeks, the first time they'd had sex was the last time she saw him. They'd run into each other on campus now and then, but while he was friendly when they did, she always felt like he was laughing at a private joke between him and his friends every time he walked away after he'd tell her he'd give her a call sometime. Reliving those moments in her memory made her feel even more nauseas than she had felt while thinking about Eric. The truth was she'd felt out of her depth since high school, where she could get any boy she wanted to chase her. She never realized how small this town actually was until she left it. The rest of the world played by a different set of rules.
As much as she'd talked down to her sister about her lack of experience with men, it was only because she knew that Cassie knew even less than she did. As much as Ellie wanted to avoid admitting it, she'd had so much fun teasing and tempting Eric because he felt safe and comfortable and she had always ached for male attention to feel good about herself. He might have all the same equipment as a wolf, but at the end of the day, she could always get him to roll over and let her scratch his belly whenever she got tired of playing. It was fun, it was safe and it felt good to see him respond the way she wanted. It was obvious that he wanted to play too, but something about it had stopped being fun last night and she hadn't really understood that until she woke up.
She remembered looking up into Eric's eyes as she had both hands wrapped around his dick, coaxing him toward an orgasm, even as his fingers were buried in her pussy, and in that moment she was ready to do anything he would have asked her to. Even worse, not only would she have done whatever he asked, she would've let him do anything he wanted, even if he didn't even bother to ask. It had all started out as a game and yet somewhere along the way, she had gotten her hands on his hard cock and simply forgot whatever it was that she had been after in the first place. If she felt this ashamed by how she'd acted last night, what was she going to wake up regretting tomorrow? She was the one who was supposed to be making up the rules of this game and the only thing she could think about was how much she wanted to surrender as soon as anybody said 'go'.
She could accept the fact that she was using Eric as a way to keep herself entertained and gratified by his ability to make her feel desirable and powerful, especially after how unsatisfying her missteps at college had turned out. She just couldn't reconcile that with how quickly it felt like things were slipping out of her control. This was, after all, her goofy little brother Eric. It should be fun, and easy, to tease him like she always had. Sure, this was a different kind of teasing, but not one she hadn't practiced on plenty of boys. So why did it feel like she was the one who was ready to lose control at any minute?
Cassie hummed softly as Eric's hands rubbed her body under the pulsing light and heat of the lamps. Every muscle in her body had relaxed between the soothing warmth, his strong hands and the effect of the weed. When he had worked through the long muscles of her thighs and into the deeper muscles of her butt, she had forgiven herself for the warmth and tingling that radiated from her pussy. With her eyes closed and the pleasant buzz from the weed, it was easy to imagine it was anyone other than Eric rubbing her body and even if it was, she had permission to become someone else when she was here.
When he had unhooked her bikini top without asking, her eyes opened for a moment, but as his hands confidently began rubbing into that area of her back, she closed them again and reasoned that if he was comfortable undoing it, then she would let the tropical Cassie be okay with it too. As his hands reached her shoulders and then wrapped around the back of her neck, she had the strangest feeling of being completely in his control. It felt as if he could simply lift her with a single hand like a kitten and do with her as he pleased, throw her aside or guide her wherever he pleased. She felt a trembling feeling go through her as he dug firmly into the muscles at the base of her skull and along the vertebrae in her neck and felt the level of wetness in her pussy suddenly become much more intense.
With his strong hand on her shoulder and the back of her neck, she felt as if he could have pinned her easily to the mat and her only choice of movement would be whether to arch her back, pull up her knees and raise her ass upward.
Something primal and visceral about her felt conditioned to respond this way and if he had told her to in that moment, she would have without the least objection.
As his hands left her body she heard him say, "There you go," softly and it took her moment to process that his hands weren't about to touch her somewhere else. She heard him step into the water and turning her head to look after him, saw him lower his body and push out into the shallow water. She almost rolled over to ask why he stopped, but she remembered that her top was unclasped at the last moment. She debated about asking him to come back to clasp it, but after looking back to verify that he had settled in facing the other way, Cassie lifted up on her knees and reached down to wrap her top around her waist, clasp it, and then rotate it around her body before lifting it back into place. Maybe she didn't need to be so modest after exposing her tits to him last night, but no matter how excited she might get inside, she felt obligated to maintain as much outward propriety as she could. Still, she wondered if he had turned at some point, looking at her bare back as she dressed. Or if tropical Cassie would have been so demure.
Checking that her boobs were appropriately covered, she went to get her water bottle before joining Eric in the water. He looked over and smiled as she slid in beside him and declined an offer of a drink of water from her bottle.
"So I was trying to think of a name for 'Tropical Cassie'", she mused.
"I guess you could combine them and I could call you 'Trashie'", he couldn't finish the suggestion before giggling. Cassie smacked him lightly on the shoulder.
"Very funny," she smiled and rolled her eyes. "No I was thinking of maybe a rhyme like Sassie..."
"Gassie..." Eric interjected giggling.
Cassie got up on her knees to push Eric over and as he flinched away from her laughing, she managed to get him over on his side before she realized why he was lying stomach down in the water. She abruptly stopped and froze. Eric realized too late why she had stopped goofing around and sat up quickly, covering his lap with his hand.
"Hey...Cassie...I...," he turned a deep red as he struggled to explain the erection he was doing his best to conceal. "It just..."
Cassie sat down a few feet away on the shallow slope to the beach, her knees up to her chest and pulled the hair back over her ear on one side as her other arm wrapped around her knees. "No, it's okay," she looked down at the water. "Ellie told me."
"Wait?...She told you?" Eric felt his stomach drop a few feet.
"That guys your age can't control it." She looked up tentatively. "Like last night." She blushed and looked down again. "That I shouldn't make a big deal out of it if it happens. That it doesn't mean anything." Her eyes looked side to side at the water in front of her, but here eyes didn't lift back up to his. Eric wanted to go sit next to her, but there was no way that he was standing up with his boner poking up like that.
"Yeah, I'm sorry." He felt a huge wave of relief that Cassie hadn't found out what he had done with Ellie. "It's just embarrassing when it happens." He blushed. "I was just waiting in the water for it to go down."
"Is it because I made you give me a massage?" Cassie was almost apologizing.
"No...no...of course not," Eric assured her. "Well, I mean, it's...how beautiful you are, it's just....hard to..."
Cassie blushed again and fought a smile. "I'm sorry if it..."
"No, Cassie," he protested. "It's my fault. I'm just high and my body doesn't know the difference. You've just got a perfect body and when I'm focused on all the parts, it's easy to forget who they...belong to?" He ended lamely.
Cassie actually laughed. "I'm sorry," she held up a hand to her mouth and her palm up toward Eric. "I'm not laughing at you, I swear." She giggled thinking about her little brother's huge, thick cock, standing straight up the night before, and the harder she tried to stop laughing, the worse it became. "I'm...I'm...just high...and...that's just..." she erupted into laughter and laid back onto the slope of the beach, her hands covering her face as her body bounced uncontrollably with laughter.
Eric might have been offended but he found it such a relief that she hadn't stormed away in disgust after seeing how hard he was, that he laughed along with her.
Watching her stomach contract and the way her boobs bounced on her heaving chest, Eric couldn't help notice how hard her nipples were. He slowly climbed out of the water and walked over to get a drink of water as his mouth had gone very dry in the moments before she explained what Ellie had told her.
"Well, I'm glad we can laugh about it, I guess." Eric sat in a chair and watched Cassie wiping her eyes as the laughter finally subsided. After a minute, she got up, grabbed her water bottle and came to sit beside him.
"I really am sorry," she said with a smile. "I guess it's just a way to release the tension and all."
"So we're good," Eric looked at her hopefully.
"We're good," she nodded, looking out at the beach.
"I guess it's good we got it out of the way now," Eric reasoned. "If you're gonna be running around being Trixie or Callie or somebody and I'm not your brother, you're going to have to cut me some slack in that department."
"Ooh Callie...?" Cassie repeated it. "Or maybe 'Cali' like C-A-L-I...." She looked over at him. "I think I like that."
When it was time to leave, Cassie asked if they could just both get changed while they were looking the other way. "It seems like a waste to just stand here while you get changed and I can trust you to wait until I tell you to turn around, right?"
"Of course," Eric swiped his hand in a throwaway gesture.
So they turned away from each other, stripped out of their wet suits and fought the urge to peek and left together when they were dressed.
"Let's see if Ellie is feeling better and tell her about date night," Cassie had a new bounce in her step as they walked home in the fading light. She felt like humming as they walked. The air was cold on her face, but all she could think about was that Eric had thought her body was so beautiful, 'perfect' he said, that he couldn't control his reaction. Her body. Not Ellie's or anybody else'. Her body. She hummed and thought about what they could make for dinner.When Cassie and Eric got back to the house, Ellie was still up in her room.
Cassie knocked on her door and went in while Eric went to his own room, took of his clothes and turned on the shower to get ready for his 'date'. He really wanted to go in and check on Ellie, but with Cassie in there, he knew that she wouldn't be able to talk freely with him about what happened, or really tell him what was the matter.
As he turned on the water, he couldn't help but remember he and Ellie in that same space from the night before. His cock sprang instantly to life and he was quickly stroking himself to release. As much as he tried to focus on the memory of his cum shooting all over her beautiful tits or the moment she finally stepped out of her panties before getting into the shower, it was the memory of being with her, under the warm running water, in the dim glow of the nightlight, where his mind kept drifting. Watching the water run down her small, curvy body, her hips, her breasts, her back and her adorable butt. How small she was next to him as he held her while they tried to share the spray in the confined space. Everything lit by the amber glow filtering through the frosted pattern of the shower curtain.
As Eric finally released the first jet of cum into his cupped hand, it was the memory of Ellie looking back up over her shoulder at him, her hair smoothed back from standing under the water. Her eyes had lifted up toward him and the way her lower lip shone in the dim light felt like it made his chest feel tight. It was like the water had washed away everything else that she showed to the world and he had finally seen her for the first time in his life. In the sepia tones and semi-darkness, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Cassie sat on the edge of Ellie's bed and tried to understand what was the matter. Ellie was clearly hung over and not feeling well, but Cassie sensed it was something much deeper than that.
"Maybe you should talk to Eric about what happened," Cassie suggested. "You might feel better."
Ellie's eyes darted quickly to Cassie's and then quickly looked down. "Why, did he say something?"
"We talked. It was kind of awkward, but I think he's okay." She shrugged and gave her sister a small smile. "I think he had the most fun he's ever had and he appreciates everything we did to make it as memorable as it was."
"He said that?"
"Well, basically." Cassie rolled her eyes. "He knew it was crazy, but like you said, it was a little naughty, not...you know."
"Yeah," Ellie looked down at her fingers fidgeting in her lap as she sat up against her headboard. "Thank God for that, right?" She flashed a look of relief at Cassie.
"Is it that you're feeling guilty for encouraging us to do that stuff, Ellie?"
"Yeah," Ellie put her face in her hands. "I'm feeling guilty about a lot of things. I should have listened to you." She did her best not to cry.
"Hey, it's okay Ellie. It really is." She pulled gently at Ellie's arms until she lowered them. "Nobody forced us to do anything. It's not your fault."
"Yes it is. None of it would have happened if I hadn't started it." Ellie shook her head dejectedly.
"Probably not," Cassie laughed, which actually made Ellie laugh in turn. "But I've been trying to loosen up and maybe it was the kind of push I needed to take the first step." She smirked. "And Eric obviously didn't need much encouraging."
"I guess he didn't," Ellie said with regret. "I'm so sorry I dragged you into something this...this..."
"Hey", Cassie could see she was getting upset. "I know I gave you a lot of crap about it last night, but...it wasn't just you...or Eric." Cassie looked down. "I could have left that room at any time...and...and I didn't. Nobody made me stay until the end of the game."
"So you don't think I'm like....disgusting...for...you know?"
"Oh, for making me get topless and rub our tits together in front of Eric and then make him show us his enormous erection?" Cassie smiled.
"Uggghhh...." Ellie rubbed her eyes again. "What is wrong with me? Seriously, who does stuff like that?"
"Evidently, we do." Cassie shrugged. Ellie," she leaned in. "I'm sorry if I made you feel worse than you should. You weren't the only one who got excited in there. I...well...we all did." Cassie stared down at her own hands for a moment before finally looking up to meet Ellie's look of astonishment. Cassie gave her a crooked smile. "I'm 100% sure Eric did. So I guess we're all 'disgusting' then....because I did too." She rolled her eyes and blushed.
"You did?" Ellie asked hopefully.
"Yeah," she sighed. "I was embarrassed to admit it last night, but everything you said was true. I'm just as bad as you are."
"You're not just saying that?" Ellie compressed her lips as she waited for Cassie to answer.
"Well, you did tell me I had a perky rack and a tight ass, so I hope you were being honest." She started to giggle and Ellie joined in.
"So you forgive me?" Ellie asked meekly.
"Of course I do." Cassie patted her thigh through the covers. "And I'm sorry for making you feel like shit all day about it. I should have admitted I was checking out his dick too and getting worked up."
"So you did see it!" Ellie gasped in mock-horror. "You little slut!"
"Hey!" Cassie laughed. "It was just for a second. I didn't want to but then you like gasped and I looked up to see what the fuss was all about." She shrugged.
"Nothing I can do about it now. Eric's fine, I'm fine...are you okay?"
"Yeah," Ellie sighed. "I guess I just need to dial things back a little and take good advice when it's offered. I learned my lesson and I guess I can be grateful it didn't get any worse."
"Sounds about right." Cassie looked over at Ellie's bedside clock and abruptly switched gears. "Hey, do you feel like helping me cook tonight?" She explained the whole date night concept and asked if Ellie would help cook, or felt up to being their waiter.
"I'm just not up to it tonight, Cass. I'm sorry. I just need a night to get over this hangover and put all this behind me." Ellie looked to her sister for approval. "Is that okay?"
"Sure, I'll make an extra plate and put it in the fridge if you get hungry later." She stood up. "Feel better."
An hour later, Ellie crept halfway down the stairs and sat on a step that was too high to be seen from the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on them, leaning forward to hear what Cassie and Eric were saying. They were making dinner conversation and from time to time Cassie would tell him something about table manners or conversation etiquette. Occasionally, Cassie would pepper him with questions about things they must have covered earlier, like the use of each piece of silverware in the place setting. Ellie rested her cheek on her knee and listened for a while before quietly making her way back to her room.
Ellie had fallen asleep at some point and woke to hear soft knocking. She padded over to her bathroom door and unlocked it before she was fully awake. Eric opened it silently to see her already sliding back under the covers and turning on her side to go back to sleep.
"Ellie," Eric whispered, sitting beside her on the bed. "Ellie..."
"Mmmm. What do want?" Ellie didn't turn over.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Eric reached out to rub her shoulder through the covers. "I was worried about you."
Ellie opened her eyes as she came fully awake and the memories of the past couple days caught up with her. She rolled halfway over and looked at Eric. "I'm fine."
"Look Ellie," Eric hesitated. "I'm...I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what happened last night. I didn't mean to gross you out or anything." He let out a sigh. "I can understand if you hate me and everything, but I just wanted you to know I'm sorry and I hope you feel better. " He stood up to leave.
"What are you sorry about?" she asked softly.
"Well, just making a mess of everything like that," he shrugged standing a few feet from the bed. "You've been so nice to me over the last couple days and I ruined everything."
"What are you talking about?" Ellie sat up.
"You know, getting cum all over you and stuff. I didn't mean to do that. It's just hard for me to hold it in when I'm that excited. I'm sorry I grossed you out." He turned to leave.
"Eric," she called to him softly. "Come here for a minute." He turned sheepishly and came to sit where she patted her bed. "That didn't gross me out. That isn't what I felt bad about, okay?"
"It's not?" Eric seemed lost.
"No," she sighed. "You're not gross. I am." She looked up at him. "I'm sorry I came in your room and did that stuff. I was wasted and I shouldn't have done that to you."
"Ellie, it's okay. I...I...liked it." He tilted his head as he looked for some clue in her eyes.
"I know you did," she smiled. "I did too, but it was wrong. I just wanted to tease you a little bit. Flirt kind of. I never meant for it to get out of control like that."
"So you wish we never did it," he sounded resigned.
"Well, yeah, I mean...I'm your sister, Eric. We can't...you know..."
"I know. I know." He nodded. "It was just that, up until last night, I guess I always felt kind of weird because I'd never touched a girl or had her touch me...or...anything." He shook his head. "I guess I was worried that girls were going to be grossed out if they saw me naked or if I touched them or something."
"Oh, Eric..." Ellie felt her chest tighten.
"No, it's just that you made it seem like fun." He looked up at her. "Like playful. Not weird or...or... scary or anything. Like I didn't have to worry about not knowing what to do or something." He shrugged. "It felt like you liked seeing me and touching me and stuff."
"I did, Eric. I really did. That wasn't the problem. Trust me honey." She felt even worse than she had before. "Come here," she held out her arms. Eric scooted closer and leaned over to hug her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. "You just made me feel like I knew what I was doing for a minute. Like I wouldn't be so nervous when it happened with a girl. Like I wasn't going to make it weird because I didn't know what I was doing."
"Oh, Eric" She held him tighter. "You did everything right last night. You made me feel better than any man has ever made me feel. Your body is amazing." She patted him on his broad back. "All of it. It's perfect. It wasn't you who did anything wrong. Some girl will be so lucky to be with you like that. Believe me."
"And I didn't mess it up?" he still sounded unsure.
"Of course not."
"And you're gonna be okay?" He asked with so much concern that Ellie felt her chest tighten again.
"I'm going to be fine," she rubbed his back, trying to reassure him.
"I was just so worried that I'd hurt you...or...or made you upset," he pushed back to look her in the face. "I never want to do anything to hurt you Ellie." He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips and tilted back to see her face again.
Huge tears started welling up in Ellie's eyes and began to roll down her face before she knew it. She saw the look of concern and confusion in Eric's face and it only made it worse. He leaned in and hugged her tightly to him, whispering, "It's going to be okay....it's going to be okay..." as the tears rolled off her cheeks.
After a few minutes, she felt like she'd gotten it out of her system and patted him on the back to get him to lean back.
"Thank you Eric," she whispered. "I'm so sorry I made you worry about that, or about me." Her eyes were puffy from crying. "I was just worried about how much I'd messed things up with you." She whispered.
"Nothing's messed up, El. I'm fine. I just want you to go back to being happy and having fun again. I hate seeing you like this."
"You mean crying like a baby," she let out a small laugh as she wiped at her face.
"No....with your clothes on," he chuckled. He sat upright quickly. "I'm kidding!" he held his hands up in mock surrender. "Too soon?"
"Way too soon!" She smacked him lightly.
"I do need a favor from you though," He asked as things quieted down.
"What is it?"
"I need you to be my date for tomorrow night," He looked embarrassed to ask.
"Really?"
"Yeah, otherwise I have to go through another night of Cassie's etiquette boot camp." He shrugged.
"That bad?" she smiled sympathetically.
"Well, it wasn't horrible, but I was kind of hoping to learn what girls under 50 like to do on dates at some point." He started laughing softly and Ellie couldn't help but join him.
When Ellie came down the next morning, she was pretty much back to her old self. Cassie and Eric had been working at their laptops since after breakfast and Ellie reluctantly joined in after having some coffee and cereal.
Eric had 4 people show up to the study group he hosted for engineering, including Lisa, who seemed much more outgoing than Eric remembered. They worked through the problems of the study guide for their weekly exam and focused on the ones where they felt less sure about the solutions. At one point Ellie got up to get something from the fridge and stood at an angle behind Eric to be able to see the screen of his laptop, but not get into the frame of his webcam.
As his group wrapped up, Eric logged off and went to take a much needed bathroom break. Ellie looked up from her laptop and smiled when he returned. "So was that your warrior-princess?" She asked just a little too sweetly.
'That's Lisa," Eric admitted.
"Who's Lisa?" Cassie looked up.
"I think she's Eric's new girlfriend," Ellie teased.
"She's not....she's just..." Eric felt himself blushing.
"You have to admit, she was laying it on pretty thick there," Cassie interjected without looking up.
"'Oh Eric, you're so brilliant! I had such a HARD time with that problem and you made it sound so sim-ple!'", Ellie gushed. She turned to Cassie and they both smiled.
"She doesn't sound like that." Eric rolled his eyes.
"You should see how big her tits are, Cass. Well in video games anyway."
"Guys, she's just some girl. We've never even met in person. Up until today, I don't think I ever heard her talk before."
"Sounds like she's making up for lost time," Cassie raised her eyebrows.
"What are you guys talking about?" Eric was starting to get a little irritated.
"Eric, she likes you. A lot." Ellie looked at him like he was slow. "We sat here and listened to your call and that girl has it bad for you. It's so obvious."
Cassie looked over and nodded, shrugging. "Even I could tell."
"She's just some girl in my program. I didn't even know who she was until a couple days ago."
"And how did that change, exactly?"
"Well, she replied to my group message and then pm'd me after." Eric replayed the chat conversation, the video game ally request and today's video call in his mind.
He looked up and both of his sisters were staring at him like he was struggling to spell his own name.
"Really?" he looked back and forth between them. They both nodded. "Why doesn't she just say something then?" He was starting to resent how condescending they were acting.
"Eric, she did." Ellie explained. "She's doing everything but sending smoke signals and magic owls to your house with notes."
"She does sound like she's trying pretty hard Eric." Cassie smiled. "If you like her you should probably make a little effort to show her some attention."
"Guys, she's not really my type." Eric shook his head.
"Well you are definitely hers." Ellie smirked emphasizing each word.
It hadn't snowed for days and the slope was looking a little bare for skiing so they opted for the beach again that afternoon. The girls were full of surprises. Ellie had on a different bikini. It was green and a bit more modest than her red one and Cassie leaned in from her chair when she saw Ellie and Eric preparing to get high and actually took a hit herself, without being asked.
Eric laid out on one of the beach mats while the girls sat in the chairs and carried on a conversation. A few minutes after he'd settled down, he looked up in shock as Cassie started to tell Ellie about her plan to embrace her 'Cali' personality whenever they came to the beach. Eric listened to Cassie lay out her whole idea, even as he remembered how she had made him promise to keep it between the two of them. Girls really are so weird, Eric thought.
Eric revisited his interactions with Lisa, trying to see them in a new way, given what the girls had now told him, but it was hard to see her as a potential girlfriend. Skinny, with red hair and very little in the way of curves, she just seemed very plain. He had somehow gone a whole semester of weekly classes and study group meetings and if he had noticed her at all, she never once struck him as a girl he might try to get together with. It made him wonder what would have caused her to feel so differently about him.
When it came time to leave, Ellie was a little surprised that Cassie and Eric had planned to both change at the same time, even more so that they both seemed okay with it. As they turned around to get undressed, Cassie casually took off her top and stepped out of her bottoms to dry off, standing completely naked just a few feet away from their brother behind them. Ellie stripped down alongside her but couldn't help sneak a peek back when she bent to pull off her bottoms, spying Eric, who was drying off naked and facing the other way. She peeked again as she bent to put on her pants and he was simply putting on his pants and looking the other way. As she was pulling on her shirt, she found she was a little surprised that he hadn't tried to peek if he thought both of the girls were turned around. She wondered if part of her had wanted to catch him in the act of doing it a little.
After they had showered at home, Eric dressed in sweats for his date with Ellie, exactly as she had requested. He took a moment to fill his pipe to fulfill her second request and went downstairs to meet her in the kitchen. Ellie was also in her sweats and fuzzy slippers and was pulling a frozen pizza out of the oven.
She looked up as he walked in. "Awesome, can you get that other tray of food out of the oven?"
Eric opened the door and saw a cookie sheet with a couple different kinds of bake and eat snacks like they had for their party. He pulled them out with a hot pad and set them on the stove. Ellie had finished cutting the pizza, placed the slices on a large platter and then added in the hot finger foods along the sides where there was room.
"Can you try to get Netflix to work on the living room TV?" she asked. "I tried, but I can't get it to come on."
Eric nodded and stepped into the living to check it out. He quickly found that none of the streaming apps were working on the TV and the TV itself had lost internet connection with the router. He reset it and checked the password but it still wasn't working. He went into the den to check that TV and found that Netflix pulled right up.
"Okay, guess we're moving the party into the den then," Ellie shrugged. "Help me carry this stuff." She had the food, a small pitcher of her Wrong Island Iced Tea and some napkins laid out on the counter that they then took to the coffee table in the den.
"Okay, if you're a broke college kid, you're not going to be taking a lot of girls to dinner at a fancy restaurant. So if you're looking for something cheap to do for a date you can invite a girl over to watch a movie." She looked at him. "Just don't ever say 'netflix 'n chill' unless you would ask her straight up if she wanted to come over and have sex, okay?"
"Got it." Eric nodded.
They pulled up the available movies and finally settled on a comedy action movie. The pizza and other food had cooled enough to eat and they dug in as they talked about what they'd heard about the movie. They were sipping the Wrong Island Iced Tea and before long they were laughing and talking as much as they were paying attention to the movie. Ellie had a quick, sarcastic wit and Eric realized that he had never appreciated how funny she was.
As they had both slowed down eating, Ellie suggested they get high to watch the rest of the movie and they stepped out to the back door to go outside. They could see Cassie had the TV on in the living room, but she didn't get up from the couch when they went past. They huddled in the freezing air for long enough to each smoke a little from the pipe before ducking back inside shivering.
Once they got back to the sofa in the den, Ellie was still shivering even after they had gotten settled again. "How do you stand it in here?" Her voiced quivered. "It's so much colder in here than the rest of the house!"
Eric got up and returned a minute later with a fleece throw from the linen closet upstairs. It had been a gift from someone and their mother hated the pattern on it, but Eric thought it would make the temperature of the den more bearable for Ellie. She looked up and broke into a wide smile as he opened it up and laid it over her and the couch beside her.
After just a few minutes, Ellie slid over next to Eric and wrapped her hands around his bicep. "Sorry," here voice trembled. "My hands are just so cold right now."
Ellie pulled the fleece half over onto Eric in order to cover her hands as they warmed up slowly from the heat that emanated from his body. She rested her head against his shoulder as they watched the movie and she felt her fingers warm between his arm and his chest. Curling her legs up onto the couch, she reached over to tuck it under at the edges and prevent any more cold air from coming in. Her hands were now feeling reasonable warm, but even in her thick socks, her feet felt like icicles.
Shifting positions, she curled up against the back of the couch and placed the soles of her feet against the side of Eric's leg.
"Umm...what are you doing?" he looked over at her amused.
"I'm sorry, but my feet are freezing and they aren't warming up." She protested. "You're like a heater or something."
"Yeah, I can feel your feet are freezing," he said sarcastically. "Either that or you just laid a bag of frozen peas on my leg."
"See! It's like one step from frostbite, right?"
"Here," Eric rolled his eyes. He reached down to pull her feet up onto his lap and pulled the rest of the large fleece over his own body. Ellie laid down on her side and put her face against the throw pillow at the end of the sofa. Eric pulled one of her socks off and took her small, cold foot into his hands. It was like applying a heating pad to her foot as she felt it instantly began to warm between his large hands. He rubbed her foot gently to help spread the warmth and increase her circulation. Ellie could feel the shivering in her body subside as his body heat began to warm the air under the fleece and his hands brought her foot back to life.
Eric had placed her sock between his thighs and once her foot had warmed up, he retrieved it and slipped it back onto her foot. To Ellie, the sock felt like it had just come out of the dryer as he put it back on. As he repeated the warming process on her other foot, she felt her body begin to finally relax and the effect of the weed start to take hold. Eric continued to rub her foot between his large, warm hands and it was the most wonderful thing she could imagine in that moment.
Once Eric had warmed her second foot, he replaced her now warm sock and placed both feet across the top of his thighs where his hands continued to rub them absent-mindedly through her fuzzy socks. Between the rubbing contact with his hands and the steady heat coming off of his thighs, it kept them delightfully warm. They continued to eat the small bites of food on the platter as the munchies kicked in and take small drinks from the strong iced tea concoction. The action in the movie had picked up and there were a couple of lines and scenes that got them both laughing. Ellie loved the feeling of being able to laugh with Eric and enjoy the contentment of being buzzed while he tenderly rubbed her feet.
Once her feet felt completely comfortable, she sat up and shifted around so that she was sitting against his arm under the covers and her feet were pulled up beside her where the couch was still warm from her body. Her nose was still cold and she playfully pressed it into the muscle of his upper arm to let it warm up. He smelled like a soft mix of laundry detergent and the soap he kept in the shower.
"You better not be wiping any snot on me," Eric teased playfully. Ellie reached over to smack him on the thigh under the covers.
"Oh man, how are you this warm?" she spread her hand over the large muscle of his thigh and she could feel his body radiating heat through his sweats. She tilted more of her weight over onto his side as her other hand came over to join the first. She rubbed her hands along both sides of his thigh and it was like having a small stove under the covers with her. As she reached across him to switch thighs her arm brushed across his lap and she felt his rock hard dick twitch as she made contact.
Ellie quickly pulled her hands back against her chest in shock as she realized what she'd felt and they both tensed up and got quiet.
"Sorry," Eric said softly.
"No, it's okay," Ellie didn't look up at him, but kept watching the movie. "I didn't mean to..."
"I know. I just can't help it sometimes." He let out a breath of nervous release. His whole body remained rigid.
"Hey," she said softly. "It really is okay. You don't have to worry about it."
"I know," he said softly, but his body remained tense. "It's just that..."
"What?" Ellie looked up at him at last. "What is it?"
"Well, the other day when you told me I never had to be embarrassed or ashamed..." he paused.
"Yeah?"
"Well, I didn't really believe that until the other night...after the party..." He released another audible breath. "Just with the way you stopped talking to me and everything, I figured it was something I did, or something about me. That's all I felt until I could talk to you about it...embarrassed and ashamed..."
"Oh honey, you've got nothing to be ashamed about," Ellie lifted her hand to his chest. "There is nothing wrong with your body or...anything." She leaned her face against his shoulder again, feeling like the worst person in the world. "I didn't pull away just now because of anything like that. I promise."
"Are you sure?" Eric murmured. "You're the only one I can ask about stuff like this and I need you to be...like...completely honest with me...if it's something that..."
Ellie started rubbing small circles on his chest. "Oh, baby, you're perfect." She spoke into the side of his arm. "You've got a beautiful body and a perfect dick. There's nothing gross or wrong about what you did except that it happened with me."
"You thought it was gross and wrong?"
"No, Eric. I think I'm gross and wrong for getting you all worked up and making you do that with me." She held her breath, not believing she had said that out loud.
"Are you kidding, El?" Eric disbelief was palpable. "I could never think that about you. You're like literally the hottest girl I know. Every one of my friends was in love with you. The fact that you even wanted to do stuff like that...with me..."
"So you don't hate me?"
"Of course not." He reached his arm over and hugged her close to his side. "I could never hate you. You made like so many of my fantasies come true. You made me feel like...if a girl like you thought...it was fun...you know...with me...then..."
"Oh, Eric," Ellie melted against him as relief washed over her. "If you only knew how hot you really are." Her hand rubbed up and down his chest comfortingly. "You're never going to have to worry about girls wanting to do that with you." She looked up at him to see if he could tell she meant it.
Eric looked down at her, searching her face tentatively, her soft eyes, looking up into his, her soft lips, full and slightly parted, her upturned nose and the smooth swell of her cheeks. "Please don't say that if it's not true Ellie. I can take anyone else messing with me, but after everything.. that we....just not you." His eyes looked like someone waiting for bad news and Ellie felt her heart squeeze in her chest.
"I'm not lying, Eric. " She lifted up slightly and planted a tiny kiss on his lips. "It's true. All of it." Her eyes blinked and she looked down.
Eric's hand slid up to her cheek and he lowered his own face to plant another kiss on her. "I'm sorry I messed it up," he whispered after the small kiss, his lips almost touching hers.
"You didn't mess up anything, Eric," Ellie's heart was pounding in her chest. She kissed him lightly again. Their lips so soft against each other, whispering so quietly that it was if they could feel each other's words instead of hear them. "You were so amazing." Her breath warm against his lips. "I couldn't stop myself." She felt his hand slide over to rest on her hip under the blanket, so large, so strong, so warm.
"It was so good, Ellie." He kissed her more firmly, her lips hanging up slightly for a moment softly between his own. "I will never forget that. As long as I live. It was so perfect...."
"So perfect," Ellie breathed against his lips. He leaned in to kiss her again and her mouth tugged at his lips as he did. Her head tilted to one side. "So...so...perfect..."
Eric had never kissed a girl like this and he suddenly understood why they always did it in movies. Ellie's lips were so soft and it was like he was getting higher by the moment as her mouth opened to his and their lips fit together in ways that he never imagined. Her tongue touched his and it was like he was pulled into a tunnel where the rest of the world fell away. It was only her breath, her lips, her tongue and the soft curves of her body beneath his hands. The curve of her hips and the firm swell of her thighs, the soft weight of her tits and the smooth skin of her cheek and the side of her neck. The sweet, warm breath that wrapped him in a fog of that hid them from the rest of the world.