Name: Alex 2007-10-22 23:46
You know, I've been wondering, if something big actually happens between me and Kayla, how will I handle it? I ask myself this only because of what happened today.
My older brother Jake came back in town today. I was pretty cool with it. I love the guy (not like I love Kayla. My relationship with him is normal). Before he got a job and started going to college, he was my main man, the guy that I’d hang out with. Of course, though, this was because he drove and I didn’t at the time. I’ve become less reliant on him, and he and I have moved our separate ways. Jake still lives with us, which allows us to hang out from time to time, but it’s far less that we used to.
I came home from swim practice today about the same time I usually do. It was odd, because no one was around at the time. The shower upstairs was running, so I figured that Kayla was washing off after practice. Mikey had gone to his friend’s house (a kid by the name Carson ), mom and dad were both at work, and Jake… well, I didn’t know where Jake was. I called downstairs for him (that’s where he sleeps), but there was no answer. I figured he had gone out to party with friends, or something. I didn’t really have anything to do, so I just sat on the couch and began watching TV. I was about five minutes into the show (I think) when the shower stopped running. I didn’t make anything of it at first, so I just kept watching, minding my own business for about another five min.
All of a sudden, I heard someone scream, “SURPRISE, ALEX!”, and the next thing I knew was that I had been ambushed from the left side with a flying tackle. Here I was laying on my back, with a person on top of me, and sure enough, it was Kayla. She was wearing a t-shirt that was big on her, gym shorts (as usual), and was still wet from her shower. I felt her hair touch my skin, as it stole the body heat from me.. She wasted no time in putting in the grape vine (I still don’t know where or when she learned it, but she is pretty damn good at it), and held my arms down while I tried to fight back. I wasn’t able to do a good job, partly because she had sunk it in so deep and partly because I had my left hand wedged the beneath the couch cushions. I called foul play, but to this, she just defiantly said, “Nuh-uh! I’m not letting you get away! Remember our last promise?” I laughed, and just kept struggling as hard as I could to get away, but to no avail.
That’s when things got weird. As she was adjusting herself, sinking her legs in further, she kept rubbing her cunt along my groin. It felt amazing, but I knew I had to do something before I *ahem* showed appreciation. I struggled even harder, trying to escape, but that just caused her to fight back all the more. I had given it my all, but it was too late. I had a growing erection, and she was sitting right on top of it. I can not describe the horror I was feeling as it happened, as my cock crept up along past her crotch. I kept thinking to myself “Oh, dear, god, she’s going to notice! Please, don’t let her notice!” She did stop moving for a second, but then she went back to what she was originally doing. If she noticed my erection, she made no sign of it… however… it almost seemed like her movements had become more precise, more slow, more… pleasing. To the point that it was almost rhythmatic. She slid her hands further across my arms, impeding my escape further more. That’s when I saw something that I had no idea I would see from her while we were wrestling.
You know, I’ve come to learn that people have tell-tale signs that they are “enjoying” or getting “excited” from a situation, such as flirting. Some people will stutter. Some people will laugh nervously. Some people just get real quiet and let the other person do all the talking. I, myself, prefer to lean whenever I flirt with women. Kayla, however, has a nasty little habit for such situations: She bites her bottom lip. I’ve only seen her do it a few times, usually when she is hitting on my friends, checking out guys, or looking at naked birthday cards at the mall. But there she was: grinding on top of me with her face inches from mine, biting her bottom lip (no, I have never seen her do this while we were wrestling before). For whatever reason, that made me all the more hard. I was fighting multiple battles, mental and physical, and I was losing. Just a glance away from my eyes was her shirt hanging down low enough that I could have easily looked down it if I wanted to. And let me tell you, I wanted to. I took all my resistance to keep my eyes straying down there. I was practically incapacitated by now. The fight was no longer physical, it was all mental. Still shifting around, Kayla moved her hands even further down my arms. Her face became close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin. I sat there staring into her eyes, so deeply that I was able to see mine in hers. Just moving my head upwards an inch, and I would have locked lips with her. But she just held me down, and said with a slight smile (and heavy breathing, I might add), “Alright, Alex? What are you gonna do now?” I where I lost it. I had given up fighting. My hormones were taking over, and I had no control. I slowly began my short journey of bringing my face to hers, when all of a sudden, I heard a cough in the room.
My heart had skipped a beat right then and there. Who was in the room? I was freaking out. “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! Who’s watching, oh dear god, don’t tell me it’s mom! Dad? Mikey!? That kid tells everything! OH GOD, I’M SO FUCKED!” That’s when I found the voice that met the spectator.
“My, my, what do we have here?”
Startled, Kayla gasped, sat up on top of me, lost her balance, and fell on the ground with a surprised scream. It was kinda funny now that I think about it. But let me tell you, at the time, I almost shat brix. I looked up and saw Jake, standing in the entry way, leaning against the wall. He had a slight grin on his face. I sat up and faced him, as did Kayla (who stayed sitting on the floor). I tried to regain composure and act casual. “Hey Jake! Dude, when’d you get home?” I said with a half laugh. He got off the wall and walked towards me. “I’ve been home. How long have you been home?” I really wanted to ask how long he’d been watching, but I felt it’d be a little too conspicuous. “I dunno. I kinda lost track of time. Kayla and I were wrestling.” His slight grin turned into a full fledge smile. “So I see, Alex. So I see.” I took a quick glace at Kayla. She was blushing like crazy. I glared back at Jake, with as pissed of a look as I could muster from the situation. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, dude, that’s just gross. Don’t get any weird ideas. I mean, c’mon! She’s my sister.” He turned back around, and non-challantly said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He wasn’t smiling when he said it, he just had more of a bored look on his face and he walked off. I wanted to confront him further, but he was already gone. I looked back at Kayla. She was still just sitting there, as red in the face as ever just staring off into space. “I’m gonna go take my shower now ‘k?” She didn’t even look at me, but she quietly said, “ ’k…”. Nothing really happened after that. She just watched TV and talked to her friends on the phone for the rest of the night.
I wonder if any of what happened was simply in my mind. Maybe it was my mind just running wild, being perverted on it’s own. But I don’t think that’s the case. I am almost positive she was doing what she was doing on purpose. As for my brother… god, I don’t even want to think about it. I never really know what the hell he’s up to, or what he’s going to do. Maybe he was just teasing us, maybe he actually thought something was in fact going on. But chances are, he’s going to rub it in my face if anything. I just hope he doesn’t really believe in his suspicions…
My older brother Jake came back in town today. I was pretty cool with it. I love the guy (not like I love Kayla. My relationship with him is normal). Before he got a job and started going to college, he was my main man, the guy that I’d hang out with. Of course, though, this was because he drove and I didn’t at the time. I’ve become less reliant on him, and he and I have moved our separate ways. Jake still lives with us, which allows us to hang out from time to time, but it’s far less that we used to.
I came home from swim practice today about the same time I usually do. It was odd, because no one was around at the time. The shower upstairs was running, so I figured that Kayla was washing off after practice. Mikey had gone to his friend’s house (a kid by the name Carson ), mom and dad were both at work, and Jake… well, I didn’t know where Jake was. I called downstairs for him (that’s where he sleeps), but there was no answer. I figured he had gone out to party with friends, or something. I didn’t really have anything to do, so I just sat on the couch and began watching TV. I was about five minutes into the show (I think) when the shower stopped running. I didn’t make anything of it at first, so I just kept watching, minding my own business for about another five min.
All of a sudden, I heard someone scream, “SURPRISE, ALEX!”, and the next thing I knew was that I had been ambushed from the left side with a flying tackle. Here I was laying on my back, with a person on top of me, and sure enough, it was Kayla. She was wearing a t-shirt that was big on her, gym shorts (as usual), and was still wet from her shower. I felt her hair touch my skin, as it stole the body heat from me.. She wasted no time in putting in the grape vine (I still don’t know where or when she learned it, but she is pretty damn good at it), and held my arms down while I tried to fight back. I wasn’t able to do a good job, partly because she had sunk it in so deep and partly because I had my left hand wedged the beneath the couch cushions. I called foul play, but to this, she just defiantly said, “Nuh-uh! I’m not letting you get away! Remember our last promise?” I laughed, and just kept struggling as hard as I could to get away, but to no avail.
That’s when things got weird. As she was adjusting herself, sinking her legs in further, she kept rubbing her cunt along my groin. It felt amazing, but I knew I had to do something before I *ahem* showed appreciation. I struggled even harder, trying to escape, but that just caused her to fight back all the more. I had given it my all, but it was too late. I had a growing erection, and she was sitting right on top of it. I can not describe the horror I was feeling as it happened, as my cock crept up along past her crotch. I kept thinking to myself “Oh, dear, god, she’s going to notice! Please, don’t let her notice!” She did stop moving for a second, but then she went back to what she was originally doing. If she noticed my erection, she made no sign of it… however… it almost seemed like her movements had become more precise, more slow, more… pleasing. To the point that it was almost rhythmatic. She slid her hands further across my arms, impeding my escape further more. That’s when I saw something that I had no idea I would see from her while we were wrestling.
You know, I’ve come to learn that people have tell-tale signs that they are “enjoying” or getting “excited” from a situation, such as flirting. Some people will stutter. Some people will laugh nervously. Some people just get real quiet and let the other person do all the talking. I, myself, prefer to lean whenever I flirt with women. Kayla, however, has a nasty little habit for such situations: She bites her bottom lip. I’ve only seen her do it a few times, usually when she is hitting on my friends, checking out guys, or looking at naked birthday cards at the mall. But there she was: grinding on top of me with her face inches from mine, biting her bottom lip (no, I have never seen her do this while we were wrestling before). For whatever reason, that made me all the more hard. I was fighting multiple battles, mental and physical, and I was losing. Just a glance away from my eyes was her shirt hanging down low enough that I could have easily looked down it if I wanted to. And let me tell you, I wanted to. I took all my resistance to keep my eyes straying down there. I was practically incapacitated by now. The fight was no longer physical, it was all mental. Still shifting around, Kayla moved her hands even further down my arms. Her face became close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin. I sat there staring into her eyes, so deeply that I was able to see mine in hers. Just moving my head upwards an inch, and I would have locked lips with her. But she just held me down, and said with a slight smile (and heavy breathing, I might add), “Alright, Alex? What are you gonna do now?” I where I lost it. I had given up fighting. My hormones were taking over, and I had no control. I slowly began my short journey of bringing my face to hers, when all of a sudden, I heard a cough in the room.
My heart had skipped a beat right then and there. Who was in the room? I was freaking out. “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! Who’s watching, oh dear god, don’t tell me it’s mom! Dad? Mikey!? That kid tells everything! OH GOD, I’M SO FUCKED!” That’s when I found the voice that met the spectator.
“My, my, what do we have here?”
Startled, Kayla gasped, sat up on top of me, lost her balance, and fell on the ground with a surprised scream. It was kinda funny now that I think about it. But let me tell you, at the time, I almost shat brix. I looked up and saw Jake, standing in the entry way, leaning against the wall. He had a slight grin on his face. I sat up and faced him, as did Kayla (who stayed sitting on the floor). I tried to regain composure and act casual. “Hey Jake! Dude, when’d you get home?” I said with a half laugh. He got off the wall and walked towards me. “I’ve been home. How long have you been home?” I really wanted to ask how long he’d been watching, but I felt it’d be a little too conspicuous. “I dunno. I kinda lost track of time. Kayla and I were wrestling.” His slight grin turned into a full fledge smile. “So I see, Alex. So I see.” I took a quick glace at Kayla. She was blushing like crazy. I glared back at Jake, with as pissed of a look as I could muster from the situation. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, dude, that’s just gross. Don’t get any weird ideas. I mean, c’mon! She’s my sister.” He turned back around, and non-challantly said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He wasn’t smiling when he said it, he just had more of a bored look on his face and he walked off. I wanted to confront him further, but he was already gone. I looked back at Kayla. She was still just sitting there, as red in the face as ever just staring off into space. “I’m gonna go take my shower now ‘k?” She didn’t even look at me, but she quietly said, “ ’k…”. Nothing really happened after that. She just watched TV and talked to her friends on the phone for the rest of the night.
I wonder if any of what happened was simply in my mind. Maybe it was my mind just running wild, being perverted on it’s own. But I don’t think that’s the case. I am almost positive she was doing what she was doing on purpose. As for my brother… god, I don’t even want to think about it. I never really know what the hell he’s up to, or what he’s going to do. Maybe he was just teasing us, maybe he actually thought something was in fact going on. But chances are, he’s going to rub it in my face if anything. I just hope he doesn’t really believe in his suspicions…