But we hadn’t stopped, and now Kylie was two thin pieces of material away from riding my cock. And I wasn’t doing a damn thing about it. I was just looking into her eyes, feeling our sibling connection, our unique understanding of one another. I craned my head up, pressing our lips together once more. I knew that if she didn’t stop it, then I certainly couldn’t.
The only thing that saved us, if that was the right word, was Kylie rubbing out another orgasm on my shaft. She moaned and sat up straighter while grinding a little harder for a moment, then her body relaxed and she calmed down a bit. Her movements slowed, and eventually halted altogether.
“We can’t have sex, can we?” Kylie said, her tone suggesting she wasn’t really asking.
“I’d like to say no,” I said, “but I’m not that certain right now.”
She swung off of me, pausing long enough to give my cock a lingering, regretful caress through my boxers. “You want breakfast?”
“I will. I’m hungry, but I’m also… you know. Horny.”
Kylie giggled nervously and fiddled with her hair. “Yeah. I know.”
****
Breakfast was leftover pizza. I warmed mine up, Kylie nibbled at hers while it was still cold. She didn’t seem overly invested in her meal one way or the other. Her eyes had a far-off look to them, and she often paused her eating for minutes at a time. She’d made it through half a slice by the time I’d finished.
“Eat,” I urged her. “I know you’re hungry.”
Kylie turned her head bashfully, aware that she’d been caught daydreaming. “I am, just… I’m thinking.”
“Yeah, I could see that. Eat some more while you think.”
Kylie tore off another small bite with her teeth, smiling shyly at me while she chewed it. “You shoulda been the older one. You woulda been better at it.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“It’s true. You’da made a great big bro.”
“How would it have made a difference?”
Kylie shrugged. “I don’t know for sure. I just think it might’ve been nice.”
“Yeah, maybe.” I chewed my lip as I watched her eat about as slowly as a human being could. “But then… you wouldn’t have developed when you did. Maybe I wouldn’t have seen you the same way. Maybe I still wouldn’t.”
“What?”
“You know.” I reached out and gently caressed her breast. “Like, would I still see you the same if I was the older one? Or would you just be a kid sister?”
Kylie leaned into my touch, and I massaged her chest all the more firmly. I’d only meant to make a point of some kind, but I found myself unwilling to leave her boobs alone now that I’d started playing with them.
“I don’t think it would have changed anything that way,” she said softly. “You didn’t look at me that way when we were younger.”
“I sometimes did. Not a lot. And mostly I tried not to. But little things affect us as we get older, you know. Maybe those little flashes of awareness about you when I was younger… maybe they built up into something more.”
Kylie nodded slowly. “So then what about how I feel when I look at you? Where did that come from?”
I met her eyes. They were so deep, so full of questions and emotions. “I’m not sure I can answer that.”