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My parents got up late the next morning. My father drank black coffee in a seemingly never-ending supply. My mother drank water. Both of them complained of headaches and stomach issues. I hung around for a while then got antsy. My dad and I didn’t always get along and if he was already cranky, I didn’t need to give him any more reasons to stay that way.

My brother’s bedroom door was closed. He wasn’t a morning person. Even at noon. I gathered up my wallet and phone and headed for the garage. I figured I’d be better off driving around rather than sitting home listening to daytime TV.

I got into my car and backed out. My brother was standing on the sidewalk, hand shading his eyes from the sun. I blushed, remembering the taste of him on my hand. He smiled sheepishly and gestured for me to open my window.

“Hey, Sis,” he said, bending down. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. I thought I might go to the mall or something. Just get out of the house for a while.”

“Sounds good. Can I come? I’ll treat you to a movie.”

“Um, okay.”

He got in the car and I had to force myself to look at the road. He said “come” and I was jelly again. I pulled out into traffic and we rode in silence.

“So are there any movies that you wanted to see?” he asked as I parked out in front of the cinema and food court.

“Not really. I don’t usually go to the movies.”

“Why not?”

“Too expensive.”

He shook bursa escort his head and sighed as he got out. “Jesus, Sis, how old ARE you? Don’t you have any fun at all?”

“Yes,” I said, not liking his tone at all.

He dropped it, and I was grateful. We walked into the mall and I followed him to the cinema. I looked at the posters, hoping something would pop out to me. He left me standing there and went to the ticket counter. He came back, two tickets in hand.

“Ready?”

“What movie are we watching?” I asked, trying to push away my annoyance at not being asked.

“I know how much you love romances…”

I groaned. “I HATE romances.”

He laughed. “I know. Give me some credit. I got us tickets to one of those action and testosterone movies. You saw the commercial on TV. You looked interested.”

I didn’t remember any commercials, but he was probably right. I tended to zone out when the TV was on at night. He led me down the hallway and into a darkened theater. Neither of us bought popcorn or soda. There were a lot of empty seats. He headed right for the ones in the back row.

“Why are we all the way back here?”

“I don’t like being too close.”

The previews hadn’t started yet. We were very early. There were a few trivia questions on the screen and we took turns answering them. A few more people came in, but no one sat anywhere near us.

The malatya escort lights went down and we watched the trailers. The rest of the lights turned off, leaving us in the dark. I started feeling a little uncomfortable. Our elbows kept bumping into each other. At least we couldn’t really see each other. My face felt like it was nearly purple.

The dialogue in the movie was ridiculous and the effects were mediocre. Some of the other people in the theater started chatting. I sighed and wished I’d just stayed home.

“What’s up?” he asked, poking me with his elbow again.

“This movie basically sucks.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Not particularly.”

He muttered something that sounded a lot like “spoilsport.” A few more minutes went by and the hero and heroine of the movie started making out. It was a loud scene, lots of moaning and groaning. I straightened up again, thinking about the night before.

“Hey, uh, Sis, can I ask you something?”

“What?”

He rubbed his hand over his face and looked at me. “Last night…”

“What about it?”

“Did you um… I mean did I… Did you watch me jerk off?”

I blushed all over again. “Um… Yes, yes I did.”

I couldn’t lie even if I wanted to. He glanced around at the ceiling and walls. The actors on screen were getting into it. Big time. She pulled her sweater off, revealing a tiny, lacy bra. He picked çanakkale escort her up and carried her to the table. My brother poked me again.

“So… You said that you’d never fucked anyone?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I never found anyone I wanted to have sex with.”

We fell back into silence. The sex scene ended. But I could have sworn that something was touching my leg. I stared up at the screen, not willing to look down and see for myself. The hand got higher and higher, finally resting on my upper thigh.

“Hey,” he whispered into my ear, his other hand touching my cheek. “Look at me.”

I looked. His face was tender. He kept stroking my leg. I should have pulled away. But I couldn’t. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, then my chin, then my cheek and leaned back.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t back up. I just stared.

He leaned in again and whispered, “Tell me no.”

I didn’t. I shook my head. He smiled and put his hand on my cheek. He tilted his head the way he wanted it and leaned forward. He kissed my forehead, then the nose. Then he kissed my lips.

I didn’t want to respond. But I did. I kissed him back, letting him slip his tongue between my teeth. He pulled himself over, even closer to me. Our tongues touched and we both sighed. We didn’t break the kiss. His hand kept massaging my thigh. My hand travelled almost by itself and tangled into his hair.

The movie kept going. But I had absolutely no idea what was going on. We kissed and our hands wandered just enough to keep things interesting.

And that was how I made out with my brother.

The lights came back up and people left. We just looked at each other, my heart pounding in my chest.

“What now?” I asked.

“You tell me.”

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