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Cohabiting Siblings[Jamie_the_Brown]

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Jan 20, 2010
It was a rather cold Tuesday, but the weather meant nothing to their coach. They have a chance of winning the championship this year and there wasn't anything that was going to stop them from getting that. Two teams stood in their way from reaching the finals and Kennedy State Predators were going to win it this year. Adrian had at the stadium most of the day, the fact his baby sister was suppose to be coming to his place to move in had slipped his mind. Well he didn't forget it, it had just been drilled out of his head forcing him to think about the plays or the pain of his joints. It was clear the coach didn't make a bad decision when they had drafted him out of high school.

The way he dodged pursuers, held the ball tightly, and created openings for himself was among the best in the country. At least that was what everyone continued to tell him and with his ego, it wasn't needed. "Damn you motherfuckers suck!" Adrian bellowed out as he had blazed to the end zone once more. But that wasn't a statement made out of cockiness, it was use to fire his teammates up which worked well. That was proof as he was hit hard on the next play and sent on his back. "Suck this bitch!" The corner back said another slamming him into the ground before climbing off the running back and laughing with the rest of the defensive line.

"ADRIAN!" Someone called from he line as he began to roll over onto his front and climb to his feet. "Someone's breaking into your house!" The same voice said which set Adrian into a bit of a panic since he knew his sister should be there soon. He turned his gaze to the coach who gave him the okay. With that he raced back to the locker room to remove his workout equipment, grab a white wife beater and some sweat pants. He made sure to grab his keys and leather jacket before rushing out to his motorcycle and climbing onto the machine. It roared like a beast before he sped out the parking lot and back to his house.

Less then ten minutes later Adrian had parked his bike outside and was making his way into the apartment building. He was lucky enough to live that close. When he got to the top floor he was greeted by his old neighbor, the one that got on his damn nerves. "Good good. Some chick brought into your place. She hasn't come out yet." When he realized what the woman was talking about, he sighed and brushed passed her. There wasn't a burglar, the woman was talking about his sister. He used his key to unlock the door and entered into his home only to close it behind him.

"Sis! You here brat!" He shouted out as he removed his jacket to discover he was still sweating a bit from his training.
 
As Aidan entered his apartment, there was something amiss. Leather bags were tossed into the corner of his living room, and there was the sound of the fridge and the clinking of silverware coming from the kitchen. A dark-haired head poked itself around the edge of the doorway, a piece of foil hanging from full, pink lips. A delicate hand waved at him, before the hand and head disappeared, and moments later, Dionne emerged with a cup of yogurt and spoon. "Hey there, Addie," she said cheerfully, taking a bite of peach. She made her way toward her arranged bags, plopping down heavily on them.

She was pale, true, but also quite pretty, with dark hair framing her face, before tapering into a ponytail down her back. Her lips were painted a soft pink, and a simple white towel was wrapped around her body, hinting at the wet flesh beneath. Her legs crossed, hiking up the towel just a bit. "What's with all the rush? I thought you'd be gone for another couple of hours. At least. Didn't even get the chance to get dressed," she said with a frown, her eyes dancing down his body, noting how his clothes clung to his sticky, sweaty body. She took another bite of her yogurt. "I hope you don't mind that I used your shower. The ride down here didn't leave me minty fresh," she said, her nose crinkling up a bit as she laughed, tossing away the empty cup of yogurt and the plastic spoon, before she approached him and gave him a hug, before her nose wrinkled again. "Smells like someone else could use a shower," she teased, pulling back and re-arranging her towel so that it didn't give him too much of a peep show.
 
Adrian's place looked nice and from the furniture picked to decorate the place, it had a man's signature. There was some taste in it though. The living room had two places to sit and that was either on the black leather crescent shape couch or the black leather recliner. In the center was a glass coffee table that had sports, games, tech, and porn magazines on it. The large flat screen tv was sitting on a glass table that held an xbox 360, ps3, and a dvd player on the shelves underneath it. All of this set on the hard wood floor.

Overall the place was surprisingly clean which wasn't something he could take credit for. His last girlfriend had a thing for cleaning and he allowed her to have her way with the place. So those bags stood out and caught his eye as he dropped his jacket onto the recliner, the closest to the door. "Hey sis." He said when those dark green eyes caught the sight of her peaking out from his kitchen. It was clean he wasn't all that bothered by it until she walked out. He did well to hide how his eyes roamed over her figure as she wore that towel like it was nothing.

"The old bat across the street called my school. Fucking woman said someone broke in." He told her while shaking his head with the annoyance of that written on his face. He tossed his keys onto the coffee table and pulled out his cell phone to text his team mate and let him know everything was okay. When he looked up his sister was wrapping her arms around him. "Woah..damn." He said from the surprise but he wrapped his other arm around her to return the hug while adding a kiss the the cheek. "Its good to see you. And yeah, its good, I wouldn't want you funking up the place." He said with a smile as he looked at her when she gave him the comment about stinking. "Yeah, I'm bout to head back to prac-" He paused when he got the text that coach let them go earlier.

"Guess I'll hit the shower. Everything good?" He asked her as he slide his phone on the table only to pull the wife beater from his sweating form to expose his chiseled form. "Oh and order something for dinner." He added as he moved down the hall towards his room only to grab a towel and wash cloth before jumping in te shower.
 
Dionne had guessed within the first minute that this place was not naturally clean. Largely because Adrian was her brother. The same Adrian who tended to turn his shirts inside-out after a week and claim it was nice and fresh. The same one who had largely plastic silverware (pasticware?) and paper plates because he didn't like to do the dishes. They all added a bit to his charm for Dionne, if not his scent. "Oh, don't be too hard on her. I did have to club your other neighbor and jimmy the lock with a crowbar. Only natural that she thought I was breaking in," she said, giving him a brilliant grin. She did have a bit of a twisted sense of humor.

"It's nice to see you too, anyway," she said, smiling a bit from the kiss on her cheek. "I'll go deal with your neighbor's body while you shower. And maybe order some pizza," she added, nearly as an afterthought. As he stripped off his wifebeater and jogged off to shower, she licked her lips a bit. Mm.. Her hand delved between her wet thighs, glad that he hadn't been able to notice the extra moisture that was sliding down the inside of her legs. Damn, that boy was sexy.

She shook herself out of her thoughts, chiding herself for nearly getting carried away in his living room. She went looking through her bags, getting dressed and leaving the towel next to her bags. Then she went and found Aidan's phone, hers dead from the long trek up here, and scrolled through his contacts until she found what she was expecting to find: fast food. She had a feeling she'd be the cook here before long. One call later, and a full Chinese meal was on the way to Adria- their apartment. Pulling her hair back up into a ponytail, tugged out long enough for her to get dressed, she plopped down on his couch, turned on the TV, and started to scroll through the channels.
 
It wasn't that Adrian was lazy or a slob. He just always had something more important to do than spend cleaning his house or room. Like sleeping, hanging out with friends, dating, partying, football, scratching his balls, watching tv, sitting around bored. They are all good reasons for not spending those thirty minutes picking this and that up off the floor. He looked to his sister with a surprised and mostly annoyed expression on his face. Confusion mixed itself in there and all from her telling him how she broke into his house.

"What the fuck. I mail mom and dad an extra damn key. They said they gave it to you." He told her but he didn't recall seeing any damage to his door. He just sighed and decided to deal with it all later. He wasn't in the mood for all of this right after football training and he just needed to rest and relax his muscles before they started hurting. "You're already a pain." He told her before going into the bathroom where he poured some epsom salt into the tub and plugged the tub up. He sat on the toilet with the towel draped over his form as he waited for the mostly hot water to fill the tub up. He was sitting on the lid, so it was clear he wasn't using it.

Like always, he left the bedroom door cracked to allow the steam to get out and not clung up the area. Adrian rested his head and kept his eyes closed as he listened to his sister ordering the food. "My wallet's in my jacket pocket. Tip 'em two dollars." He called out only to add. "And get ya shit out my living room." A few minutes later he would turn the water off and slide down into it to allow the high temperature to relax his muscles. A content sigh was released from him as he placed himself fully into the water. He would do this for a good thirty minutes and then he'd feel like brand new.
 
Dionne laughed softly at Adrian's words. Of -course- she'd used the key. But her sense of humor made her tease him. It was always like that. "You love it," she called out after him as he made his way into the bathroom. She found his wallet rather easily and slipped it into her top, where she tended to keep her more important things. Typically her cell phone.

She collected her bags after a few moment's, balancing them in her arms, on her back, and even one hung around her neck, before she went and found her room, which had been kept empty since he'd been told that, as a matter of fact, this apartment was going to be Dionne's, too. At the very least she was helping him pay half the rent. She already had a job as a tutor lined up. She dropped all of her bags off in her room, still bare, ready for the Uhaul coming with all of her furniture in the next few days, before she started back toward the living room.. but something caught her eye. Adrian, sitting on the toilet, waiting for his bath to fill up. She grinned.

Sticking her head into the bathroom, she waved to him. "All of my shit's packed away. My furniture ain't coming for another day or two," she informed him, noting that he was still wearing the towel. She, meanwhile, was dressed quite nicely. A dark top, cinched together over one shoulder, leaving her other bare, was wrapped tight to her curvy form. Dark pants clung tightly to her hips, but was a bit looser on her shapely leg. Finally, she wore a pair of dark, rather stylish leather shoes with a high heel. She slipped away from the bathroom, moving back to the living room, smiling to herself. She glanced up to TV, and then down to the shelves beneath.. kneeling down, she started to peruse his DVD collection.
 
Adrian heard her moving around out in the apartment after he told her to get her things out of there. He didn't actually expect her to carry it all in one go, there really wasn't any point to over work herself like that. But since he was in the bathroom, he couldn't be sure how she was doing it. So he allowed himself to relax until he heard her voice and opens his eyes to see her standing there in the doorway to the bathroom. "So where you gonna sleep tonight?" He asked her as he stood from the toilet while holding the towel to his bare privates. The only thing in the spare room was a air mattress and he doubted she wanted to sleep on it since it then seem more action then the army.

His friends often slept on it when they stayed out too late pass campus curfew or when they got drunk in the house. He turned his back to her to so he could turn off the water since it reached the level he wanted it to. He the cloth from him and climbed into the water without given her a glimpse at anything special, well anything he thought was. He sat there as he looked to her to notice all that she was wearing which caused him to raise a brow. "So, where the fuck you going tonight?" He asked her since she was too dressed up to be just sitting around the house. Seeing that it was a little after five in the afternoon, she surely wasn't planing to go out to some party or clubbing.

She didn't know anyone around here or at least that was what he told himself. He could never know with her. But it served to say that she did look good in her outfit but he didn't want to admit he prefer the towel a lot more. He watched her leave before going back to relaxing. His DVD collection was to be as expected. Action, horror, adventure, comedies, and even a few porns. Two of which featured thick girls, as to say girls with her figure.

It was clear he hadn't had the time to family proof the house before she came over. He thought he had more time before she dropped by. When they said in the afternoon, he thought they meant she'd be heading out here. Some time later, he finished his bath and went into the bedroom to dry himself off and put on some deodorant. He put on a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his form and left little to the imagination as to what he was blessed with. He put on a pair of white socks and headed out to the living room.

"Whatcha watching?" He asked since he could hear it in the bedroom while cleaning out his ears a bit.
 
"I was just going to take your couch. And probably put a towel down," she replied, knowing just what kind of friends he usually had.. and the kind of parties he usually held. As he pulled off his towel, she licked her lips once more, eyes glued to the muscles in his sculpted rear. She glanced back to him, taking a slow step back, before she was gone.

She glanced through the titles beneath his TV, pulling out a title that caught her interest, before she popped it into the DVD player. Oo.. When she heard his question, she laughed softly to herself. "I need to go pick up my ride! Remember? Mom and dad bought me a bike when we came up to get me registered for school. Not like I could just take her car," she called back to him. She was looking forward to her first bike. And she'd managed to get her motorcycle license here as well. All was good.

When Adrian finally made his way into the living room, it would be to the sights and sounds of one of his beloved pornos, featuring thick girls, one of whom which looked rather like her, even if the eye color was off. And she wore all pink, something Dionne could never consent to. "Not too bad, I gotta say," she said, hitting the pause button just as the girl started to go down on the ridiculously ripped man opposite. And before Dionne could get off another smart comment when he finally came into the living room wearing basically nothing, the doorbell rang.

Dionne opened it, tugging the wallet out of her shirt, greeting the teenaged blonde delivery girl with a smile. "Hey there," Dionne said, just far enough out of the way so that the girl could see Adrian. With an exchange of money and Chinese, Dionne set the food down on the table by the door. "Keep it warm, I wanna go pick up my bike before I forget," Dionne said, slipping past the girl, leaving Adrian and her alone inside as Dionne jogged off, chuckling below her breath to herself.
 
Adrian heard her plans for the night, but he couldn't let his baby sister lay out on a couch. "I'll take the couch, you can sleep in my bed. I'll flip the mattress and changed the sheets and stuff." He told her before adding. "Unless you wanna share the bed." He said while he was getting himself ready. He came back into the living room to smirk at what was on the tv. For a minute he just stood there watching it for a moment. Of course he had noticed how much the woman looked like his little sister, which was why he brought it.

He intended to show it to her but ended up watching it a few times and enjoying it more than he thought he would. He heard what she said about getting her motorcycle, but his focus had been taken up by the scene on the screen. It wasn't until she spoke again did he register that she was talking to him and turned his attention to her with a smile. "Yeah, the girl is bad." He commented. Soon the doorbell had rang which turned his attention to the door where he followed behind his sister to help with the bags that was being delivered. He noticed the girl and held a charming smile on his face.

"Hello, gorgeous." Adrian said like it was easy for him. "Yeah, I'll take care of it." He didn't even realize his sister just left with his wallet, but he was sure he'd notice all that in the morning. Once his kin left, he talked and flirted with the girl who closed the door on her own. He took the food into the kitchen to place everything in the oven after taking them out the bag. Things went more than well for the young athlete and it took little to get the girl to open up. The topic they were both seeking came quick with the porn on the scene and before he knew it, she was copying it. Something he had no problem with.

A good hour later, Adrian was walking her to the door and saying their goodbyes. There was also making promising to call each other, but he didn't think he would. He didn't even give her the full show, just enough for them both to reach their peak and he was good. She wasn't somebody special, somebody he was looking to waste the half of the night on. He gave her enough for her to want to return. Of course he had made sure to strap up, he wasn't dumb and he damn sure ain't trust someone he just met.

With Dionne still gone, he neglected to put any clothes on. Actually he forgot that she was coming back tonight as he grabs his food from the oven. Soon he found himself sitting on the couch eating his spicy chicken and brown rice meal. Little concern was on his mind as he sat there nude watching the football game he had turned on. He couldn't believe she wanted to sleep on the couch, if only she knew how often he walked his house with no clothes on.
 
The hour passed perhaps a bit more slowly and a bit more boring for Dionne than it did for Adrian. A two mile walk landed her at the shop, and after some papers (and a little flirting to work the price she had to pay at the door down), she had her new bike. A further ten minutes got her a nice helmet, and she was on her way back to their apartment. She drove up just as the delivery girl walked down the stairs, her clothing disheveled, and a happy smile upon her face. Dionne grinned to herself, parked her bike next to her older brother's, and tucked the black helmet underneath her arm, before she jogged up the stairs.

"So, am I the best sister ever?" Dionne called out as she slipped back into their apartment, dropping her helmet on the table next to the door. Producing Adrian's wallet, she dropped it alongside it. She'd pay him back later, she decided. Making a quick stop in the kitchen, she recovered her food; noodles, spicy chicken, and some kind of fish, mixed with various vegetables. Yum, she thought to herself. Pulling her chopsticks out of their wrapper, she made her way back into the living room, munching quietly on her chicken.

And then she realized that her brother was still completely naked from his little tryst with the delivery girl, and Dionne snorted. "You could try to show a little consideration, you know," she teased, carefully averting her eyes from his cock as she sat down on one of the free chairs, crossing her legs.
 
Adrian looked as if he seen a ghost when the door opened back up. It seemed like he had just closed it seconds ago and now his sister was returning back in the house. "Shit." He called out under his breath. Not that she was back home but that he had forgot and was in the living room completely naked when she entered. He had just sat down and was getting comfortable too which meant he had to get back up and go put something on. "You'd be better if there was two of 'em" He teased showing he wasn't that uncomfortable with her seeing him naked and why should he be?

Adrian placed the food on the coffee table only to stand up once she turned her eyes away. "God forbid me for being nude in my own house." He said as he made his way to the bathroom where he would wash down his private area. Getting them good and clean before drying them and sliding his boxers from earlier on. He made his way back into the living room only to make that right into the kitchen so he could grab himself an orange gatorade from the fridge. He didn't drink soda like that and besides water there was a few cans of beer and a bottle of vodka. Neither of which he was allowed to drink until the season was over with.

That was something most the members of the team did their best to follow. He did grab a can from the fridge though and made his way back into the living room to join his sister. He handed her the cold can of beer, but with hers filled with her food he decided to help her out. Sliding the can down the front of her shirt and let it rest comfortable within her cleavage. "I ain't got all day." He told her before finding his spot on the couch once more. He picked his food up and went back to eating like it was nothing.

"Oh, how'd everything go? I see you got the helmet, don't tell me that's all you could afford?" He asked with a raised brow before placing some food in his mouth and chewing it as he waited for her reply.
 
Dionne snorted at Adrian's words. "Is that right? Well, I can't do it all. I'll give it my best shot next time," Dionne said with a wink, eating her food quietly as Adrian got dressed, and disappeared into the kitchen. "Hey, it ain't -all- your house. I'm paying for half of it," she called back out to him.

She barely noticed when he returned to the living room, but gasped when his hand shot down, sticking the beer down her shirt, between her breasts. She nearly dropped her food, managing to get it down on the table before she fished the beer out from between her tits, her nipples beading hard against the front of her shirt. "Not cool, man," Dionne said, popping the tab on the beer, setting the drink down on the table as she picked up her Chinese once more.

"And, well, yeah, it's all I could afford. Thanks for picking up the tab; your wallet's over there with my helmet," Dionne teased. "My purse is in with my bag, I'll give it all back in a bit," she said, taking a bite of her chicken. "Only had to pay a bit to pick it up and all that. It's a pretty awesome bike, though," Dionne said, taking a long sip of her beer.
 
Adrian laughed some at that, but she did do a good job one it and he had to give her the points for that. "Thanks though. She was about average." He told her, ranking her skills like it was actually a state wide database or something. "The head wasn't all that good and I could have found better pussy. Her tits were all bra. So she was okay, but good enough." He said and didn't at all feel any kind of way about how he was talking about the chick with another female. That's because Dionne wasn't another woman, she was his baby sister. Hearing the next words, he looked to her like she had to be crazy.

"I'm the eldest, it is ALL mine." He said with a bit of a laugh. It seemed like she forgot how things were run when he was around, but he would be reminding her soon. When she spoke on the beer being down her shirt, he looked at her a bit confused. "No, it is. I got it out the fridge." He replied with a sly grin forming on his face and laughing at bit since he knew what she was talking about. He reclined back in his seat, placing his left foot on the coffee table as he began to dig into his food once more. Hearing about the money, he turned his head towards her only to lose the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Those dark green eyes had noticed the reaction she had to the beer, but he didn't linger too long and recovered himself. "Damn, you fucking that food up." He said trying to make it seem like he was looking at her food and not her chest. He then looked at her like she had to be stupid only to add. "You lucky this your first day here. Next time I'm whip you ass for spending all my money." He said before adding. "Regardless if you got it on you." He told her only to pause in his eating and reach down to grab the remote. The game wasn't all that good, so he decided to switch the cable channels for something else to watch.

"Oh and you okay with sleeping in the bed? You know I ain't gonna make you get the couch." He said, easily switching up to being a concerned and caring older brother.
 
Finishing up her chicken, Dionne left the box on the table, wrapping her freed-up arm over her breasts, hiding her beaded nipples from sight while she took a sip of her beer. "Well, -sorry- that the random pussy I called in wasn't good enough for his majesty," she said, before she added, with a wicked smile, "better than polishing the scepter yourself, isn't it?" Leaving it at that, she took a small "victory sip" from her beer, setting down the empty can on the table adjacent.

At the rather lame joke about the drink being, in fact, cool, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, har har, jackass," she said, though clearly in better spirits than one would normally associate with her words. Her legs crossed, once more, her panties dipping into her a bit, giving her a bit of a camel toe, if he'd been watching.

"Well, if you're sure, about the bed," Dionne said, not sounding like it was too hard a call. She'd take a nice bed any day, compared to the couch her brother was sitting on, and with that, she stood. "And, as a matter of fact, you -can't- whip my ass. If you'll excuse me, I got a bed to flip," she said, turning to walk to Adrian's room, smacking herself on her round ass as she walked, as if to emphasize the whip comment.
 
Adrian had lost interest in the tv, something that often happened when he was talking to his sister. He never understood why he was always entertained by her, but he was nonetheless. He turned on the couch with his right leg up against the back of it so he could face his kin. Since his left leg was still on the floor, this caused his legs to remain open and made those boxers to strain against his privates even more. A clean outline of his gift could be seen along his left inner thigh. A smirk came to his face at what she said and he couldn't help but reply. "The grand king Adrian takes note of your apology and accepts it. You are hereby forgiven."

He couldn't help but laugh at that before noticing her trying to hide her harden nipples. A welcome result from the cold can. "Yes, I am the jackass king." He added with a smirk only to notice advantage her new position gave with those dark green eyes taking in the new view. He hadn't realized his tongue licked over his lips until he had finished only to put more food in his mouth. The last of it actually. He looked to her and laughed as she tried to make it seem like the bed and the couch was a hard decision to make.

"Oh now you the comedy?" Adrian asked before hearing where she was going and knew he couldn't allow her to do it by herself. "I got it weakling." With that he placed his empty tray on the table before standing up and following her into his bedroom where he noticed her hand motion. "If I wasn't scared of the germs, I'd so do it." He taunted her before slipping past her to tend to his bed. It was pretty bare. A king size bed remained in the middle of the room with black covers, sheets, and pillow cases. The dresser was made out of wood but painted black along with the stand that held his tv.

There was two making end tables on either side of the bed with a small walk in closet on the right side of the room. Next to that was another door that lead into the bathroom, an extra entrance. Adrian moved over to the bed where he removed the covers and sheets from the bed, even though he figured she wouldn't mind sleeping on something he just finished fucking on.
 
Dionne ignored Adrian studiously, refusing to look at his cock, even though she knew it would highlight her dreams for that night. She could already feel herself moistening as she entered Adrian's room. "Oh, come on, you know I can at least do this by myself," she said with a roll of her dark eyes. As if to prove this, she knelt down by the end of the bed after he'd gotten his sheets off, and began to heft up the mattress.

"And.." she grunted, getting the mattress up on its side, "you won't do it 'cause you can't handle it," she said, shaking her ass from side to side as she pushed the mattress over, letting it smack hard against the box spring. Dionne turned, huffing as she sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs crossing. She propped herself up on her hands.
 
Adrian stopped and looked hurt by the words she spoke. "Oh no sister, I would hate for you to injury yourself. God forbid if you actually did something." He teased as he tossed the sheets and covers onto the floor along with the two full pillows. When he turned around she was already beginning to lift the mattress up and teasing him in the same go. Should he feel bad that his eyes found themselves drawn to that round ass of hers, but not just his vision. Instantly the thought of squeezing and even pounding against it had entered his mind.

Images he had to quickly push from his mind to save his sanity. Adrian raised a brow as he picks up the black sheets and balls them up only to throw them directly at her the moment she sat down on the bed. They were still wet from his activity with the blond chick only an hour ago. "You right I can't. I'd put it down so good, I'd break it." He told her as he walks out of the room and heads to the hallway closet that was on the same side of the hall as her bedroom. He pulls out a fresh sheet, a red one to go with the extra pair of covers.

These were black on top and red in the inside. Adrian carried them both to the room to toss onto the bed only to pause and ask. "Need new pillow cases?" Since he didn't think anything got on them, then again some cum and drool could have found itse mark there.
 
"Can hardly expect the princess to lift a finger. Gods forbid I break a nail," she called out with a snort of laughter, getting only a moment of respite on his bed before sheets were thrown at her. Sticky and wet, they were, and she could guess easily enough what they were; Adrian. As Adrian ducked out of the room to find her some new sheets, Dionne took a deep sniff of what she knew to be his cum and sweat, and her hand delved between her thighs..

And then he was back, the sheets still in Dionne's lap, though nowhere near her nose anymore, though it managed to hide her industrious hand between her thighs. She absentmindedly pushed the blanket away, thankful that her pants were black. He couldn't see where she'd soaked through. Dionne took the sheets. stood, and began to pull them over the mattress, her ass shaking in the air as she set up the bed. "Sure," she called out to him, her thighs shaking just a bit, begging him to go away so that she could finish what she'd unfortunately started.
 
"I'm glad you said it." Adrian said it with a bit of a laugh in his voice. He always enjoyed messing with his sister, he could only imagine how boring his life would have been as an only child. Granted he never had any plans to tel her this, she didn't need to get a bigger head. When he came back into the room, he didn't notice anything different or off, he just tossed the things onto the bed. He paused a minute to watch her begin putting the sheets on only to hear she wanted new pillow cases to. He sighed and left the room only to come back shortly with another case.

Adrian grabs the pillow he was going to give to her and switches the coverings on them only toss it onto the bed once she was done. "I know you ain't going to sleep now. It like around eight." He gave a shrug of his shoulders though since she was going to do her. "Do whatever." He told her with his eyes glancing over her form one last time. He picked up the old covers and the extra pillow. "I'll be in the living room." He left her alone in his room and tosses the two onto the recliner chair so he could have some space on the couch.

Adrian sits back down on the couch and stretches out along with his back up against the arm. He let his left leg rest on the cushions with his right knee was bent so his foot would be flat on it. With the remote in his hand, he began to flip through the channels to search for something to watch.
 
Dionne managed to get everything set away after a short while, the bed made, with fresh pillows and everything! Excellent.. As Adrian questioned her, Dionne chuckled softly. "I've had a long day, and didn't get any sleep on the ride down. I need some sleep, after all that," she said, before she made her way to what would later become her room. She stripped down, and pulled on a pair of panties, with a skin-tight purple tanktop, holding tight to her body and hinting at the bellybutton piercing beneath.

On her way back to Adrian's room, she looked in on the living room. "Good night," she called out, with what one could call an inviting smile, before she made her way into his bedroom. She crawled under the covers, turning the light out.. and after only a short while, her panties were off and laying in the floor, her finger delving time and time again between her pale thighs, trying to alleviate some of the deviant thoughts Adrian had incited in her..
 
Adrian waved to her when she said her goodnight. "Night.' He felt like she was a traitor, leaving him so she could go lay down all early and shit. It had been a few months since the last time they seen each other and now she was going to bed earlier. He flipped through the channels a bit longer, watching tv for about another hour or two before deciding he should get some sleep to. It wasn't much else to do and he was rarely in the house by himself. Always hanging with someone, so this was rare for him to be alone.

He stood and put their empty container and trash int he garbarg can, only to put the leftovers in the fridge. He made sure everything was locked up and went before going into the bathroom to brush his teeth. After rinsing his mouth out and drying his face off, he went into the living room where he stood there looking at the couch that was to be his bed for tonight. "Fuck that." He said since he couldn't figure out why he had to sleep on a damn couch. They weren't strangers or enemies, they were siblings for god sake. So he turned the tv off and went back down the hall to enter into his bedroom.

"I ain't sleeping on no couch. Move over." Adrian said to no one really as he closes the bedroom behind him and slides into the bed next to her. He barely even looked at her when he entered the room and just climbed into the bed on her right side. He figured she was sleeping anyway, since it had been like an hour from when she said goodnight.
 
The sheets were tangled a bit around her shapely legs, her ass pushed into the air as Adrian made his way into his room. She was so... well, preoccupied with what was going on that she barely noticed his entrance, instead focusing on the feeling between her legs. She'd spent the past hour or so teasing herself, working herself to her climax, trying to get herself off very slowly, to preserve the feeling.. and it was just when she was about to cum that she felt the sheets move, Adrian climbing into bed beside her.

"Oh my god, Adrian!" she whispered loudly, but her eyes were shut, her fingers furious inside of her cunt. Though she'd felt it, she couldn't have cared less.. she bit into the pillow, her nails scoring the sheets as she came, her juices running down her thighs, her back arched as she shuddered through her orgasm. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, a small smile tugging at her lips.. and then she actually -saw- Adrian. She gasped, reaching immediately for the lamp to turn it on.. and then right back off when she remembered her panties were on the floor, her fingers were glistening with her own cum, and her face was flushed.
 
"I'm sorry, I ain't sleeping on no-" Adrian began only to notice something was completely off and wasn't right. He looked towards Dionne to notice her face was pressed into the pillow and her ass was up in the air. She didn't notice him? He almost wanted to laugh but instead he turned onto his side with his head resting in his hand. He watched her only to feel his eyes open wide when she moaned out his name. In truth, he wasn't that surprised.

Adrian always knew she had a crush on him, but he had figured it was something harmless. Like she wished her boyfriend or the man she married had things in common with him. Now he saw it for what it truly was. Was this odd or strange? It should have been, but instead he felt his boxer's lose the last little bit of room he had left in them. His eyes transfixed on how she fingered herself and made herself cum, with him on her mind.

Adrian had to mess with her, so he was glad the covers were over him to hide his erection. "Oh no, turn that back on. I think we need to talk." He said with a laugh as he reaches over her to turn on the light, not even thinking about the fact his harden was brushing against the side of her breast as he did this. "I think you need to explain." He said after turning the light on and returning back to his position. A grin stretched across those features of his.
 
Dionne was mortified.. yes, she'd always had a crush on her big brother.. That much was true. And she'd always suspected the same was true of him, and she felt she'd found evidence earlier with that porno. That girl could have been Dionne! Fashion and eye color notwithstanding, of course. But this.. this was horrifying on a whole new level. And as he leaned over her to turn on the light, she could have sworn she felt his erection.

"There's this, um, guy I've been tutoring... I was, I mean, tutoring back home.. his name's Adrian," Dionne said, mumbling lamely.. and then she just oculdn' understand it. She tried to get over him, trying to get to her panties. She just wanted to get them on, and get out of here.. her cheeks were nearly -glowing.-
 
Adrian found himself laughing again at her excuse. She had to think he was the dumbest man on the face of the earth to think something like that would fly. This was just too much. He didn't know what to do since he had so many options he could take and all would result in unbelievable enjoyment. Well that was at least on his side since he was sure she'd be embarrassed beyond belief and that would be his fun. "On, so you know another guy named Adrian?" He asked while pretending to be hurt by that realization, like it was a bit jealous of this other guy.

"I was kindof hoping...it was me." Though he doubted it would work since he had never came off as being a shy type of person, but he couldn't help but try and see how things went. Adrian then noticed she was reaching for her panties and figured she was trying to cover up and hide the evidence. He wasn't about to let her escape that easily. "Oh no, gimme these." He said as he moved and snatched them up only to put them underneath the clothes and between his legs so she couldn't get them. "You think I'm let you off easily?" He asked with a raised brow. It seemed his act couldn't remain on for long, but there was little he could do about that.

As he said, this was too much fun and too many things he could do that he couldn't stick to one. However for Adrian to say the smell of his sister's cum and pussy wasn't something that was drawing him. A scent that was causing that fat cock of his to pulsate within its cotton prison. To say that would be a lie and the way she looked with those red blushing cheeks weren't helping.
 
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