Chapter 2: Boys Are Funny

The next morning Mark and I were assigned the task of cleaning up the basement and rec room. I was glad because it meant having lots of time together to talk.

"You OK?"

"Yeah, cool." I answered. "Are you mad at me for ... you know, touching you ... coming to your room?"

"No! I always like it. I just don't want to let you get in any trouble, that's all. If Mom knew, you know how bad that would be."

"Yeah, I know. I'll be careful. I've always told her I was going to marry you, you know!"

He nodded his head and rolled his eyes.

"It's just that I wanted to see what a boy's dick is like. You know? And Melissa had me all hyped up that I would see Jason's on my date. And then after Jason was such a loser, I didn't even want to see his. But I really wanted to see yours all the time! So it worked out good for me." I giggled and he put his hand on my cheek and pushed me away in that teasing, big-brother way he has.

"Did I do OK?"

He nodded again and grinned into my eyes.

"Shhhh," he reminded me.

"Do you really always like it when I come to your room?"

"Sure! What do you think?"

"I don't know. I liked you turning off my nightlight ... and looking at me..." I said, a little shyly.

"Shhhh! I'm glad." he whispered. "You were beautiful."

I shivered and squeezed his arm. I stood on a chair to do the windows and he walked past and pulled the waistband of my panties.

"Even in jeans, you show your underwear."

"I know you like it! ... Why is that? I was wondering why boys are always trying to see our underwear. And now we show them over the band of our jeans and Moms and Dads, go crazy!"

"It's because you try to keep it secret. It reminds us about what is between your legs. I don't know! I just know it is fun to see it and fun to touch it. Fun to have it. I don't know!"

"You still have a pair of mine ... don't you ... what do you do with them?"

"I'll give them back. They don't smell like you anymore. I just tucked them under my cheek to go to sleep with the scent of you. Kinky you think?"

"Yeah, kinky. But ... you know, I felt a shiver just now while you told me that. I love that you think I smell nice and want to have me close. My god! Ohhhh wow!! I'll trade you for some with me in them. " I giggled

"I have to tell you one more thing. It feels good to wrap them around my dick ... There now you know it all..."

"Did you shoot on them?"

"Where did you hear that term?"

"I made it up. No, Melissa..."

"Well, I would like to, but I knew they were your new panties, so I didn't"

"I can wash it out!"

He shook his head and smiled.

I heard Mom coming down the stairs. "What are you chattering about? Are you getting any work done?"

Yeah, Mom, look how good it looks.

"Good, thank you both. What were you talking about?"

"Sex, Mom, we're always talking about sex!" I giggled.

"Right, OK, don't tell me. I love you two. I'm going to the store and let you talk sex, then. Anything good?"

"Oh, yeah, Mom, my Bro is great!"

"You want to drive your poor old Mom crazy?" She swatted my bottom and went back upstairs and we heard the car start.

"Maybe we can take a shower TOGETHER sometime." I said "I liked you scrubbing my back ... and front..."

"Maybe," he said thoughtfully, perhaps a little tensely.

"We used to all the time, remember."

"Yeah, Carly, those were the days! Before boobies."

We were quiet for a minute or so.

"Do you like them?"

He was silent, but I could see that he was smothering a smile.

"Yes, actually, I do. I didn't mean to tease about them. They look really nice on you."

It was nice he got so serious and made me know he wasn't making fun of my breasts. I mean, when you go all those years with nothing and then suddenly you have these things ... you feel so conspicuous, like everyone in the world is staring at you. Maybe they aren't but that's what you think is going on. And so, if someone makes a moment at that time ... well, a girl can go slightly bananas! I can anyway!. And then to make matters worse, my face gets bright red and my nipples swell even more.

"You always know the right thing to say, Bro."

It took a little bit to get my nerve up to ask the next one. I think I washed this one pane of glass about nine times.

"Do you want to practice unsnapping my bra? Melissa says you are supposed to be able to do it with one hand so it isn't a big deal to take it off."

"That Melissa!" he laughed.

It was a good time to go and put away the window washing things, so I disappeared up stairs to stow them in the closet. I came back down with two cokes and we popped the lid and looked around to see what else the room needed.

"I still want to know if you want to!" I sat up on the pool table and looked at him, then tilted my head back and concentrated on the barrel of the coke can.

"OK, I don't know if I can do it," he muttered, and took a long drink, looking all far-away and serious.

Mark put his can of coke down and stood in front of me. He unbuttoned my plaid blouse and pushed it open. His fingers trembled as he did it and that made me feel good.

"Oh, Carly ... they are so pretty like this."

I looked down and saw how the cups of the bra pushed them up so they looked bigger than they are. I sat up straight so they looked even nicer; then I watched my darling brother's eyes as he seemed to devour them. He pulled the blouse out of the jeans and stepped between my spread legs so he could reach around me. His hands were a little cool as he touched my smooth skin. I leaned my head against his chest and inhaled his nice masculine scent. It was like being fondled, to have his hands groping for my bra strap. He did it with two hands, and my bra cups slumped loose from my tits. My nipples felt taut, like a bow-string. My whole torso shuddered from the feel of his skin against the sensitive skin of my sides and my back.

"Good, now one hand?" I chided him.

He struggled awhile to fasten it again and I clung close against him, enjoying being held in his arms. I scooted a little closer so he was right up against my crotch. Even though the jeans were stiff, it felt nice being intimate like that. I took a chance and kissed him on the neck. He squeezed a couple times and my bra slumped from my tits once again.

"You're an expert!"

He held me awhile longer and I nuzzled, begging for a kiss. He answered by opening his lips and letting our tongues play.

"Mmmm, Carly, I ... need to see them..."

I held them out to him and he pulled my bra up over my breasts.

"Kiss them..." I whispered tensely.

The blouse was open so that the edges ran right down the center of my nipples and it looked very sexy with the blouse looking just like a cave. I could see how wearing your blouse open like that would be very 'flirty' and probably get me grounded for a month. He knelt in front of me and I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of him sucking on my nipples.

"Do you know that I get moist... {I gasped), moist between my legs when you touch them? These panties will smell like me tonight when I give them to you. Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh, yessss..." His lips were between my breasts, kissing the cleavage. He turned his head back and forth caressing my breasts with his cheeks. I could feel my pussy lubricating. I was feeling distinctly 'big girl' talking like this.

"ANYBODY HOME?' Dad was at the top of the stairs. I jumped down and headed for the other end of the room, grasping for the ends of my bra straps.

"YEAH, DAD! IT'S BASEMENT CLEANING DAY! ALMOST DONE! CARLY'S DUSTING YOUR OFFICE NOW."

I was grinning as I watched Mark pushing and prodding his hardon so it wasn't sticking out of his pants. He turned and grabbed a broom just as Dad started down the stairs.

"Where's you Mom?"

"She just left for the store a few minutes ago."

"OK, looks like a good job! See you at dinnertime. I have to go to the post office"

When he had gone, we sat and caught our breath.

"We have to be more careful."

"It was nice though!" I replied. "I loved it!"

"Yeah. Nice. Loved it, too."

He pretended to look all around and then leaned closer and kissed me and held my breasts through the blouse.

"You're gorgeous!" he whispered.

One day I was on the phone when Mark came home. He patted me on the head and I punched him on the hip. He suddenly turned back and looked over my shoulder at the picture I was holding. It was a picture of a boy in my class. He snatched it away and began to silently tease me about a 'boyfriend'

"I'll call you back, Melissa, my brother just came home and is bothering me!" I said huffily.

"So this is the big heart throb?" he taunted, holding the picture high over head as I reached for it.

"Give it to me, Mark!" I insisted. He is much taller and he held it high over my head continuing to tease me with it. We were laughing at the same time, but I was trying to act stern about getting it back. I stood on a chair and tried to out reach him.

We ended up wrestling together on the floor. I ended up on top of him and we lay giggling there.

"I can feel you giggling against my stomach." I laughed.

He did it again and I giggled back.

We were slightly winded by the chase around the house and lay breathing hard. He let go of the picture but I still didn't get up.

It felt nice lying on top of his warm body, for one thing. And having no place for his hands, he finally draped his arms around me and I rested my cheek against his chest.

"OK, you can get up now." he said.