If You Only Knew

Mandy seemed a little different but James didn’t connect the dots. How could anyone? Instead he chalked it up to one bad night. At least pizza and something without alcohol would be able to clear her head. Or at least he hoped. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to contend with a stupefied sister, though he would prefer more of his dates that way.

“A cheap date, huh?” he looked at her with a slight, teasing grin. “Maybe I should ask you out sometime. It’d save me a lot of money. But you’d have to bring over one of your friends at the end of every night.”

Glancing toward the sink he returned his gaze onto her, “Water? Well, you know where the sink is. I never officially asked you out so you’re not really my date and I don’t really have to fetch you water.” He laughed at her. But then she fell silent, asking that ‘what’ question.

“So what is wrong with you? You’re seeming distant?” Then with that he turned on his phone, letting it start up before he ordered the pizza.
 
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Mandy rolled her eyes at his teasing and got up from her seat to fetch herself a drink while he ordered them food. For a bachelor, he kept a relatively neat apartment. It was mostly tidy – apart from the odd pair of socks or shirt laying around. She admired the fact that he wasn't a complete slob. Which she found funny because when he lived at home, their mother was constantly harping on him to pick up his things. In the end, she figured he wasn't lazy, he just knew how to push their mother's buttons so that in the end, she cleaned up his messes.

Back in the living room, she got comfortable again, sipping on her iced water as he shut off his phone. She found herself grinning wryly. “You and that damn phone. It's a wonder you even own one, ya know? You're the only one I know that doesn't live on their cell these days.”

Rolling her eyes, she dropped her head to the side a little, resting part of it on the tall back of the sofa. Parts of her ached...in a familiar, oh yeah, I had sex last night and not just any kind of sex, but sweaty, hot, fun sex. A little shiver ran down the length of her spine. Yep...only with her own brother.

“I dunno.” She shrugged, taking a little longer to sip her drink than needed. “Pick a movie yet?”
 
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James hung up the phone when he was through.

“Phones are mostly pointless,” James spoke as he watched his sister return to the living room. “Most people aren’t worth talking to anyway so I don’t bother with them. You just barely make the cut.” James continued his teasing easily although if he cared to remember what had happened the night before there would be little doubt he’d struggle. He might’ve even found another bottle to fall into in a weak attempt to drown the memory.

Tossing the phone onto the end table next to him he’d leave it on for a little while in case pizza people managed to confuse his order. Not that he expected them to call him if they had.

Then he held the remote in his hand, thumbing through the channels and choices before he finally came onto a list of movies with horrible titles. Eventually he hit the play button on, “Slave Girls from Beyond Infinity.”
 
Mandy let out another little snort at his selection, ignoring his teasing about the phone. If there was one thing she'd been certain of in the past is that the two of them could be as thick as thieves when the time called for it. She'd always counted on him to have her back, which is why last night was just a terrible memory...she didn't want what they had to be destroyed by carelessness. Even if he'd awakened a desire in her she didn't even know existed.

Trying to get comfortable, she shifted, sipping on her drink and wishing the pizza would hurry the hell up and get there. The movie itself was just as she figured it would be...cheesy from the moment it started, but she didn't complain.

Every once in a while she glanced over at him for just a split second. He looked relaxed, his old self and for a second she wished she'd forgotten the night before and yet she also felt a pang of hurt. How could he forget so easily? Alcohol or not, she was his sister and the most amazing sexual experience of her short life!

Deep in thought, time flew by and when the doorbell rang, Mandy almost jumped out of her skin, spilling a good amount of water all over herself. Cursing, she jumped up and went to fetch paper towels while James took care of the food.
 
By the time the standard simulated sex scene showed itself on the screen, the doorbell rang. Of course, during the only part of the movie that was worth watching. At the same time the sudden jolt from his sister caught his attention. He couldn’t help but laugh at how clumsy she was as he pushed away from the couch to stand.

Before grabbing his wallet from the end table he called to her, “If you need a change of clothes you can grab one of my Predator jerseys from the closet.” Then he laid his hand on the doorknob before adding the affectionate brotherly remark, “Just don’t stretch it out.”

While his sister preoccupied herself, James returned to the door and opened it. A pizza was thrust his way after an exchange of cash. After a ‘keep the change’ standard, James took the pizza box into the kitchen while the movie continued to play in the background. Setting the pizza on the table he tossed his wallet onto the countertop. Flipping open the top of the box he let the college aroma seep across the room as he took down two paper plates from the cupboard and a pair of beers from the refrigerator. Fuck the night before… its after effects weren’t going to rule this day.

The hair of the dog went down fine as he took his first drink, placing two pizza pieces on his plate. As for his sister, she could get her own damn plate. Then he began to return to the living room.
 
Mandy rolled her eyes at her brother's comment as she left the room to fetch the jersey he spoke of. Stretch it out...please...she was half his size! In his room, she stripped off her shirt and tossed it to the floor, then replaced it with his jersey. His scent was on it and she inhaled it deeply, her body instantly reacting.

She cursed and shut her eyes tightly for a moment, trying to gain some sense of control over her stupid hormones. With the scent of Pizza filling his place, she quickly left the room and made her way to the kitchen to grab a slice.

He was sprawled on the couch, eating his own piece when she returned and sat back down on her end of the couch. “Thanks, I'll try not to stain it.” She said, trying to be her own smartass self as she got comfortable and took a good sized bite, letting the cheesy goodness distract her from her previous feelings.
 
“You’re not going to stain it?” James questioned when his sister returned to the couch. “So that means you’re staying in tonight?” He couldn’t help himself. Even though they were close siblings, a jab at his sister was taken whenever he could get it.

The few pieces went fast but the beer slower as the movie wound down and out to the credit reel. James hit a button on the remote turning it back onto the previous channel where commentators were talking hockey.

“Find something,” was his only order to his sister as he took his plate out into the kitchen, dumping it into the trash. He returned casually to the couch as he sat down, picking up his beer again as he took a long swallow from it. There was just something about beer, pizza, a bad movie and a girl in a sports jersey. Even if that girl was his sister there was no denying how hot she looked in it.
 
There was absolutely nothing that Mandy wanted to watch. "Yeah...I don't have any plans." She mumbled right as he got up to leave and began to flip through the channels. She needed to relax. Every time James moved she practically flinched or jumped out of her skin.

With a resigned sigh, she returned the remote to James. "300 channels and nothing good on."

Sinking into the couch, she turned her body, shifting and trying to get comfortable before stretching her legs, her toes brushing the side of his hip. "I don't know how you can drink that beer after last night...looking at it gives me a bigger headache."
 
“Its just one night,” James spoke with a quick grin. “You’ll get used to it.”

Another drink came before he felt his sister’s feet poking at the side of his hip. “What do you mean there’s nothing on? Hockey commentary… what’s wrong with that? That’s why I have the million channels or diamonds like the movie we just watched would be lost forever.”

Setting his bottle on the end table next to him he grabbed her ankle and yanked her toward her body. He was able to pull her the length of his arm, or until her ass was against his body before he let go. Perhaps she wasn’t as big as he remembered…

“So what do you want to do the rest of the night?”
 
"FYI - I hate sports." She grumbled and then yelped as he pulled on her leg. Suddenly she was staring up at the ceiling with her legs draped over his lap and the edge of the couch, her bottom snuggly pressed to his thigh.

"James." She complained, struggling to sit up. Pushing up on her elbows she glared at him, trying to move away. He was invading her personal space and while usually that didn't bother her, the warmth of his body was doing things to her that it shouldn't have been able to do.

"I don't know..." She wiggled away, reaching up to grasp his shoulder and tug herself up. This only seemed to pull his shirt down, revealing a rather large hickey. She instantly pulled her hand away and flushed. "How about...another movie? Or..." Her words trailed off, completely at a loss.
 
“Or what?” he asked, as though she had another idea in waiting. There wasn’t much in his mind beyond the worthless movie they watched and the possible scores that would be revealed within the coming hour. And nothing his sister could say could stray him from that fact.

“The pizza is out there waiting to be eaten so you can’t be hungry… there’s still stuff to drink so you can’t be thirsty. What’s on your mind?” James questioned as he pinched her nearby thigh. He’d be damned if she’d sneak by him this easily.

James took the last of the bottle, draining it of its contents before placing it back on the table. It was understandable that the girl couldn’t finish her drink. She was an amateur. Likely destined to become one of those weekend warriors.

“What else is in your head? I know you don't want another one of these movies,” he teased her.
 
If you only knew. If you only remembered. She thought to herself and shuddered, jerking slightly as he pinched her thigh. “Hey...stop that.” She grumbled and then sighed dramatically. “Or nothing...I can't think of anything more interesting that sitting around here watching TV with you...or movies...unless you want to play a game or something. I figure we're a little too old for Candy Land though.”

Her sarcasm leaked through and despite her nerves, she smiled and pushed at his thigh with one slender foot. “Besides...I never said I was keeping any secrets.” She let out a snort, trying to mask the unease she was feeling and the warmth that spread up her thigh where his hand rested.

“Can I have my legs back now?”
 
James slapped her thigh as he released his hold on her. Letting her attend to herself he took the bottle back into his hand as he took another drink. If there were any effects remaining from the night before they were shedding away already. Drinking was always the poison and the antidote.

“So we’re too old for Candy Land. That means you have another game in mind?” James asked as he took another final drink from the bottle before setting it off to the side on the floor near his foot. “Unless you want to watch the sequel. Or a porn. There probably isn’t much difference in the acting.”

James left the room and headed into the kitchen where he opened the freezer. Pulling out a bottle of hard liquor he poured some in a spare glass for himself. Looking over the counter and into the living room he asked, “Any ideas?”
 
Mandy let out a snort and shook her head. Trust him to bring up porn. “Well, I'm too hung over for twister and obviously you have no good games or you wouldn't have mention porn or the sequel.”

Rolling her eyes dramatically and avoided his gaze from across the room. “I'm really not sure how you're still drinking...just the thought is making me want to puke...” Among other things. She was worried that getting tipsy would mean getting frisky and even worse, spilling the beans about the night before.

Pushing off the couch, she padded into the kitchen and grabbed a slice of pizza and bit into it more out of boredom than hunger. Tomato sauce clung to her lip and she absently swiped it off with her tongue. “Aren't we just a pair...hung over with nothing to do but watch crap movies...”
 
James shook his head as she suggested he had a game. “What makes you think I don’t want to watch porn with my sister?” Then he took a drink from his glass, turning slightly as his sister came into the kitchen.

“Just because you’re a lightweight doesn’t mean everyone else is. You’ll never make it through college if your body can’t adapt to the changes,” he laughed briefly before having a thought. “Okay then, let’s watch another movie.”

But it wasn’t going to be a normal movie. It wasn’t even going to be a bad movie. Even before he sat down on the couch so many movies had run through his mind before he finally settled on a random pay-per-view ninety minute porn. James hit the button to accept the cheap cost because it’d be worth it just to see the reaction on his sister’s face.

“Get your ass on in here. Nobody should be alone when they watch a movie like this,” James called to her from the couch. The print came on the screen saying that the movie would start shortly and it wasn’t long after that before a brief title screen came up followed by the opening of the first scene.
 
Mandy groaned as she watched James leave...she knew exactly what he was up to. Her mind rushed and insides fluttered as he called her over. “Seriously James, this is kind of sick.” She grumbled as she shuffled into the room. “Because not everyone has to party every day of their life through college, you know? I'd like to keep some brain cells...actually, a lot of them so I can use them later on in life...”

Out of habit, she pushed at the back of his head as she moved around the couch and let out a soft laugh, breaking out into the first real grin of the night. “You're a perv...”

Flopping down, she regarded the screen and tried her best not to roll her eyes. She wasn't a porn virgin by any stretch of the word, but movies were all the same...cheesy as hell. However as the opening scenes opened up, Mandy became increasingly uneasy. It portrayed a young woman flouncing through the house in an outrageously short skirt and button down white top. Mandy was sure that she was supposed to be your 'innocent' school girl. She was pretending to laugh and talk on a cell as she walked up the stairs and unknowingly burst into the bathroom only to catch her 'brother' masturbation.

Shocked, the girl quickly dropped the phone, but instead of scream, seemed amazed and curious by her brother's rather sizable package. Mandy shifted and tried not to groan out loud. Incest porn? That was all she needed as a reminder of their shared night. Her face became flushed while her hands began to sweat. “Seriously?” She muttered, trying to pretend like she wasn't bothered, but almost offended by his childish need to embarrass her.
 
James laughed after she spoke and the movie became apparent. “So you’re saying you don’t want to fuck your brother? I don’t know if I should be offended or relieved.” Halving his glass of liquor he set the rest off on the end table as he stretched his arms along the cushions of the couch as though he were watching an evening matinee. If she wasn’t going to ask him to change the channel then he wasn’t about to eat the few dollars he spent on it… nor the embarrassment he was sure it was causing.

“Unless you have something better in mind,” he led on as he settled in his position, tossing a casual look toward his sister while sounds of sex seeped from the screen. His eyes were centered on Mandy momentarily until his question ended and he returned his full attention back onto the screen. Now, on a spontaneous decision, he decided he wasn’t going to change it even if she asked him.

“Is it just me or does that family look closer than ours?” he continued to goad her throughout the movie. As his eyes fixed themselves back upon the scene he heard a few forgettable lines as the sister knelt in front of her brother and began to stroke him with her hand. It wasn’t long before her head was bobbing up and down on his cock.
 
His first question made made the slow creeping flush color her chest, neck and then cheeks, but she refused to comment back. She knew he was teasing her, trying to push her buttons and obviously, he had no recollection of their shared evening. Her stomach fluttered with as her ears burned. He was utterly relaxed with this, frustrating her.

Heat pooled low in her belly as the girl slurped on her brother's impressive rod, looking up at him with big innocent eyes. Mandy shifted and then coughed as he made his next crack. “Whatever.” She mumbled and crossed her arms under chest, pulling her legs close and trying to forget all the memories he was bringing to light while was desperately trying to bury them.

Irritated with herself and at him, she suddenly moved, making a grab for the remote in an attempt to change the channel. She wasn't quite as fast as she wanted to be, jerking her body up right as she dashed around the couch and fumbled to find a different channel.
 
‘Whatever.’ The new world meaning of ‘fuck you.’ But he didn’t care. Whatever she had to say he was sure it was in nothing but jest. Any problems she had with his comments or with the channel would have to be taken out in physical reaction. When she leapt toward the remote he instinctively reached for it with his left hand.

“You aren’t trying to ruin our night tonight, are you sis? You can’t stop a movie in the middle. It ruins everything,” he chuckled as he gripped the remote with his left hand, reaching it up and far over his left shoulder to keep it away from her grasping hand.

By now the girl on the screen had left behind the satisfaction of her mouth, relieving her brother with her pussy. Not that she had much decision in it. She had been pushed up against the wall as her brother held her there, punishing her for her scripted reaction. And the power of sex played off the screen as pleasured moans and screams bathed the room.
 
“Please.” She scoffed loudly and tried to pry the remote from his strong hand, yet his hold was impossible to loosen. Her eyes flickered to the TV for a moment and she let out a sound of disgust. “Fine...keep the remote.” She told him, letting go and stalking over to the TV.

How many times had the teased and fought like this? How many times had he pushed her buttons until she was practically livid? And yet they continued prodding at each other because it was what they did...and yet, there was no doubting the fact that she would do just about anything for him.

Skirting around the coffee table, her fingers pushed the power button to the TV and then stood in front of it and tossed her hair with a little sniff. “Now what?” She challenged, the corners of her mouth quirking slightly with amusement, despite the turmoil that raged within.
 
James was sure to hold onto the power despite the jersey in his face as she tried taking the remote. When she finally relaxed he watched her as she walked around toward the television and hit the power button asking him, ‘What now?’ As if she didn’t know.

Laying his arm down upon the rest of the couch he pointed it at the television, hitting the power button. Instantly the television came back into view, the brother pounding his sister repeatedly into the wall.

“Unless you can think of something else, I don’t see a what else,” he teased her with the remote still in his hand. No matter what she tried to do with the television screen the remote could outdo her easily from where he sat. “Although nothing you have in your little head can be more exciting than what’s on the screen now.”
 
She let out a snort and slanted him a look that told him he didn't know the half of it. “That's what you think.” She said and just for spite, moved around the TV and reached down to tug at the plug. Her body wiggled a little, her ass beautifully displayed in her jeans as the jersey slipped up her back a little and gave him a small view of smooth flesh. Instantly the TV went black and she let out a laugh, straightening.

She let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh sweet silence...sorry I took away your fake moans of pleasure, bro.”
A soft giggle escaped her lips as she walk around him, making a wide path and heading for the kitchen, figuring the battle had been won.

“Next time, you should pick one of your buddies or easy lays to watch porn with.” She said over her shoulder. This was good, she told herself. Acting like old times and having a little fun doing it. As long as he continued to not suspect, life could go on as always and she would keep their dirty little secret.
 
Brother or not he couldn’t help himself but to watch her as she bent over and unplugged the television. Lack of something else to look at, he warned himself as he heard the room deaden into silence.

Pushing himself away from the couch he repeated, “’Watch it with my buddies?’ Isn’t that kind of gay?” Reaching back he picked up the half full glass and followed her into the kitchen. As he walked into the room he tossed the remote back onto the couch, setting his drink on the kitchen counter.

“So you would prefer real moans?” he teased her. If she wasn’t going to become riled by the television he was going to annoy her another way. James came up being her, wrapping his arms around his sister so she couldn’t use her arms. Then he steadily drove her toward the countertop, grabbing each of her wrists with either hand. Then with little effort her plastered them to the counter as his body inevitably pressed against hers to hold her in place.

He laughed briefly, “So let’s hear some real moans.”
 
She couldn't help but laugh at his wise crack. “Well, I never pegged you as a homophobe.” She teased back and then added. “Besides...I bet more guys do that sort of thing than they admit to...”

Busy contemplating if she should drink a beer or more water, she was surprised when his arms suddenly wrapped around her body and drove her forward. She let out a loud gasp as he pressed her down and pinned her. “James! Don't be sick.” She protested and tried to fight him, but he was far stronger than her and his added weight didn't help her in any way as she squirmed.

From her position, her body bumped against his groin as she struggled in a futile effort to get away. “Get off of me!” She ordered, a little laugh escaping her lips as her pulse picked up and panic raced down her spine.
 
James placed his hips firmly against hers to hold her in place as she seemed to rebel in spite of her laugh. “Get off of you or what? You’ll tell mom and dad?” he teased her with a chuckle. Then he pushed his hips against hers hard enough to press against the counter and there was little doubt that his hardening cock felt its way again between her legs in spite of the clothes they wore.

Although James played it off as nothing but innocent fun, ignoring it all together as he continued to hold down her wrists. “If you don’t moan to make up for what we’re missing on the television then I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go.”

Then he grinned a teasing smile as he threatened, “Don’t make me go beyond our little friend zone we have here.”
 
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