The next morning, I awoke to Maria casually strolling into my room; shamelessly naked as usual; and tossing me a wet washcloth before going and rummaging in my closet just like every other day. Looking down at myself, it was immediately obvious by the bulge in my shorts that I didn't need it for a change – my aversion to molesting mannikin-like people had kept me from my usual nightly relief. I was still bulging quite impressively, but my shorts were still dry!
"No thanks." Yawning widely, I eased out of bed and tossed the washcloth onto my dresser. Grinning mischievously, I quietly slid out of my underroos and stood with my hands on my hips. As Maria turned around, holding a fresh pair of fishnet stockings in her hands – why she stored half her clothes in my closet was completely beyond me – I shook my waist and half thrust my hips towards her. "I was waiting for you this morning," I teased her.
Laughing gayly, Maria gently patted my overly erect member as she lazily strolled right past me. "Then you'll just have to keep waiting," Maria teased. Going out the door, she called back over her shoulder, "I'm just not feeling it this morning."
"Bu... But! You said anytime," I sputtered to remind her.
"Anytime but *this* time," Maria laughed, exaggeratingly swaying her ass left and right until she sprawled down on the chair in front of her mirror in her room.
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Now, I know, some of the idiot nobodies who are reading this are probably thinking she's a cruel tease. Others are probably thinking we have a screwed-up relationship for a brother and sister. Well, screw you both!
Maria doesn't hide anything from me, so I have no reason to hide my erection from her. She knows how I *truly* feel about being with her, and I know how she *truly* feels about being with me. If I wanted to, I could go in there and ravish her however I wanted, at any time. Truth is, she'd be happy if I did! But the same truth is, just like with my stupid vivid nightmare last night, it's one of those things I'm hung up on and could never actually do.
She'd never really resist me. I'd never really do her. We both know these irrefutable facts, so neither of us thinks twice about teasing the other. We're close enough to be comfortable teasing each other, without worrying about hurting each other's feelings, so all you judgmental nobodies can just piss off.
It's just how we are. Deal with it.
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I took a quick dip into the shower – with the water running as cold as I could humanly endure, to help settle my "little problem" – and then I headed into Maria's room to help inspect her for any injuries or problems, and to help her get ready for the day. I didn't bother to worry with any putting any clothes on after my shower, and Maria couldn't resist giving me hell over it.
"You know," she joked, as I eased my fat, still-dripping body into her room, "I think you're doing it wrong. It would've been much easier to molest me with that thing," she casually waved her hand towards my now shriveled up and frozen penis, "before you took your shower I think."
"In fact," she giggled, teasing me mercilessly, "I think the only one you might be able to molest with that tiny little withdrawn thing, is yourself! Are you trying to become a girl, or something?"
If I'd heard such a comment from anyone else, I probably would've crawled into a hole and died from embarrassment. Since this was Maria, however, and since I knew she didn't mean it, I just shrugged slightly. Grabbing the lumps of loose flab on my upper chest, I pushed them together and wiggled at her. "Why," I asked, mockingly. "Are you jealous? After all, my breasts are already better than yours."
"You're not that fat," Maria assured me, rolling her eyes. "Now, maybe in another few months…" Teasing, she eased up from her chair and sprawled out atop her mattress for her daily inspection.
Sighing, I ignored her provocation and slid on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. While greasing my fingers with the medicated cream, I casually asked, "Want to hear about a crazy dream I had last night?"
"Sure," Maria laughed. Still teasing, she had to ask, "Was it a wet dream? Like usual?"
"Well, kinda," I admitted, trying not to blush. "If you can believe it, I had a dream about Vicky last night. I dreamt she was in my bed, dressed in nothing but a thin button up shirt and granny panties."
"And I bet you ravished her until she realized no other man could ever satisfy her like you did," Maria snickered, then started singing: "🎤Oh Mickey, you're so fine. You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey! Oh Mickey! Oh! Ooohhhh… Mickey!🎤" Imitating an orgasm, Maria squirmed and wiggled seductively while sprawling on the bed.
"Stop that," I ordered, while finishing up my inspection of her body. "It wasn't like that. All she did, in the dream, is lay there without saying anything. She was like a doll, and all I did was undress her and snuggle. I told you it was a damn crazy dream, I had!"
"Awwww! Poor Micky! Didn't even get to bang the girl in his dreams!" Opening her eyes, Maria stretched cat-like, getting up and sauntering over to her chair, after she saw I was finished.
"I could've if I wanted too," I pouted, defensively. "After all, it was a weird, vivid dream, where I realized I was sleeping in it. Best I can figure, that's probably the so-called 'magic' which Ranger Davy was talking about. After all, he said the caverns affected dreams and nightmares. I figure it probably generates some sort of electromagnetic charge which affects sleep patterns."
"Some sort of electro blah blah blah," Maria laughed. "Quit talking crap you saw on the TV and go get dressed. Or are you planning on going to school with your worm wiggling out?"
"Fine. I'm going. I'm going." Holding up my hands in defeat, I turned and walked out the door. Heading across the hall, I started my own morning preparations for school, disappointed. It's a shame Maria was too busy to listen to my dream theory this morning. I'd spent at least five minutes coming up with a reasonable excuse for my dream last night!
Getting back into my room, I hurriedly ruffled through my drawers and put on the first set of clean clothes which I could fine. Honestly, if what I wore yesterday hadn't gotten soaked and turned completely ruined, I'd probably have just put them them again. It's just too much a pain in the ass to be bothered to pick out clean clothes each and every day. Once a week is more than fine – except for undies – right? Everyone knows you should probably change your undies at least twice a week!
Once I finished dressing, I scurried back into Maria's room. I still had to help her finish getting dressed, before she ended up putting on something completely inappropriate. Other folks might never realize it, with me around to keep things sane, but Maria's personal choice of clothing is just utterly appalling.
Given a chance, she'd be the type of girl to strut around in a purple mini-skirt, almost transparent-white tank top, spiderweb hose, and high heels! All of which looks utterly amazing on her – trampy and trashy as hell, but utterly amazing – but none of which offers her body the slightest bit of protection.
The gothic leathers which I dressed her in were my compromise between fashion and necessity. Glossy black, and more or less skin tight usually, they showed off all her curves and allowed her to be the center of every guy's gaze. Yet, they offered decent protection from all the little bumps, bruises, and impacts which Maria suffers from, due to a lack of feeling in her body.
Nobody would ever believe how important being able to feel your own skin is, until they spend a little time with someone who doesn't. That old expression, "Out of sight, out of mind," applies to Maria more than anyone else in the world, I think. If she doesn't see a cut on her body, it doesn't exist for her. If she doesn't see the edge of a coffee table, she doesn't reflexively act to pull away from it. If she bumps into it, she'll thump it full force, without any sort of reflexive, defensive reaction, and end up getting seriously hurt.
Ergo, the leathers which I make certain she wears every day. It's also why I'd never let her wear something stupid like high heels, which she'd end up twisting and breaking her ankle in, without ever even realizing it! She could seriously maim herself! Maria likes to look good – personally, I think she likes to be the center of attention just to know she's making somebody feel something, when she never feels anything herself – but I draw the line when it comes to practicality. If it's not safe, then it's off limits, no matter how good it looks!
And, this morning, was like most other mornings. I ended up having to toss the clothes Maria had picked out to wear in the floor, and ended up choosing her outfit all on my own. Seeing she had chosen the almost ass-length purple wig to wear today, I picked out a nice set of the vibrantly yellow stretch underclothes for her to wear. Sliding a glossy deep-bluish-black leather top around her stomach, I spent several moments lacing the sides of it up, and tying it into the ringlets of her under shirt and stretch pants. No jackass pervert is going to be able to get his hands in to Maria's goodies easily today, either!
Around her waist, I wrapped a matching leather skirt. Tight at the hip, it flowed wider until ending with almost twice the span as her petite frame, down at her ankles. A single long slit on the left side went from the bottom, almost all the way to the beltline, allowing for ease of movement, and showed off the yellow stretch leggings underneath.
Making Maria sit on the bed afterwards, I quickly slid a pair of thick cotton socks on her feet and laced up steel-toed combat boots. "All finished," I assured her, getting up to scoot my lazy ass down the hall towards our kitchen area. I still had to fix something for breakfast! "Come join me, as soon as you finish your makeup and eyes," I called out to her, as I shuffled around in the fridge and cabinets looking for something quick to toss together for us.