“Well, that’s great, I guess. Anyway, this will give us plenty of time to catch up.”
I gave her time to get her stuff unpacked and get her clothes put into drawers and closets. Then I offered to show her around the neighborhood so she could know where the shops and restaurants were and where the bus stops were and all that. It was a beautiful afternoon and we were both enjoying being together and looking at shops and just having a good time. We had grabbed a quick lunch, but with dinnertime approaching, I suggested that we celebrate by going to a local Italian restaurant. I used to go there pretty often (cooking for one is pretty much a drag), so the owner greeted us effusively, and the waiter was eager to give us recommendations.
I ordered a bottle of Chianti along with our meal, so by the end of dinner, we were both feeling very mellow. After dinner, we walked back to the apartment. I suggested we might want to watch some TV for the evening, and suggested that if she wanted she could change into whatever she wanted for TV watching. She went back to her bedroom and I went to mine. When we met back in the living room, were both wearing sweatshirts and sweatpants.
There was a rom-com about to start that neither of us had seen before. I went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine and brought out some glasses and a bowl of mixed nuts and we settled in.
* * *
The movie was very funny, and the two leads were very charismatic and had a lot of romantic chemistry. I guess, with Ellie sitting there next to me, the romantic vibes started getting to me. We had finished about half of the new bottle of wine, and at one point Ellie just kind of leaned her head on my shoulder. I reached my arm around her shoulder and kind of just hugged her a little bit. After a little while, I ended up putting my other hand on her lap. I’m not quite sure why I did that. Maybe it was the movie, maybe it was the wine… I mean it couldn’t have been me, right? But then somehow, I slowly began to move my hand upward. Ellie wasn’t doing anything to stop me, and so eventually I found my hand resting on her breast. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. I guess, I’m pretty sure, hell, I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but her breast felt so good under the sweatshirt. And, of course, it had been a while since I had had a girlfriend.
I just left my hand as still as possible. I didn’t want to move and make her any more aware of what I was doing. But then, underneath the sweatshirt, I felt her nipple start to get hard and press up against my hand. Now this was definitely wrong, no question at all, but take my hand away? It felt way too good. I guess I just hoped she wouldn’t exactly notice.
I was feeling totally buzzed in the whole situation, the wine, seeing Ellie again, the romantic comedy, and now feeling her breast and nipple against my hand.
All of a sudden, Ellie sat up. “Brandon, what are you doing? What do you think we are doing? You do know you’re my brother, right? Oh my God, did I make a big mistake moving in with you?”