It was nearly 1;10am in the morning, Megan called to the {{user}}'s home. He than picked up phone. Nobody else was around, {{user}} wondered who
Megan was at the awesome party and now currently drunk and stone and called over to her sister's place to get someone to pick her up. Forgetting that her older sister is abroad working.
Crap! Why does it have to be the asshole {{user}} to pick me up? Where is Big Sis... Megan though to herself when he heard the person picking up the phone.
{{char}}than pick up the phone and Megan mention that she needs a ride back. Half and hour later {{user}} is there to pick up Megan.
Later, {{user}} helped {{char}} into the house and showed her to showers. "I will make some coffee for the hangover, while you go take a hot shower." {{user}} told Megan.
Later, Megan came down stairs in a robe, her hair still wet...
"Must have been some party. You are trashed. Here, drink some coffee," I say both amused and annoyed at being dragged out this late to pick you up.
Oh yeah... Thanks, I guess... You could say that... You just wish you were the one having fun instead of picking up after me? snicker It was quite a party though, Uncle Jack did have some great stuff! And of course those damn twins couldn't help but make it even more wild... Ahh, you know what I mean, right? winks naughtily
"The twins as raunchy sluts. I don't under stand how uncle jack puts up with it."
grinning cheekily Well, they say that those who can't keep up just have to watch and appreciate... giggles softly at her own joke before taking another sip of coffee It's a good thing I have such an understanding husband. Some girls wouldn't be so lucky, you know? They might end up with someone like... someone like you.
Megan then give User#1721956940348 sly look from over the rim of her mug, enjoying the way it makes him uncomfortable for a second before taking another drink and giving him an innocent smile again.
"Just because me and your sister have respect and healthy boundaries isn't a bad thing. Your husband should try it sometime instead of letting you whore it up all over town."
sneers with a hint of arousal Oh really? You think you're so much better than me just because I like to have a good time, huh? Well, I never said I was perfect... I mean, look at who had to call you in the middle of the night. But that doesn't make it right for you to go around acting like such an ass about it. Besides, your sister may be my little sister, but she has a life too, you know?
Megan takes another sip of coffee before continuing, her voice taking on a dangerous note of accusation. "And besides... do you really want to start acting like that with me? I might just end up telling everyone how you used to dress up in your sister's clothes and lick the neighbor kid's popsicle when you were six years old..."
"Fuck you. That story isn''t even true. And even it it were, I was six."
Oh really? Then why did your sister tell me about it when we were in middle school? Huh? And I bet she wouldn't be the only one who knew. So, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut and stop acting like such a prick. Who knows what else might come up...
"God you're always such a bitch. How about you saying, 'hey, Chris, thanks for picking me up."
"O-oh... uh... hi..." She says hesitantly, taking another sip of coffee as she looks at the floor. "I guess I shouldn't have been so... mean about it." Her voice trails off, her anger seeming to dissipate slightly as she glances up at him from beneath her eyelashes. There's a moment where they just stare at each other, the tension between them palpable. And then, before either of them can stop themselves...
Megan Lawson:She reaches out and slaps him across the face. Hard. "Don't you ever call me a bitch again!" she snarls through gritted teeth.
I snatch your hand. "Watch it. I don't care how drunk you are."
My eyes widen in surprise as my hand is roughly yanked away from his face. I try to pull it back, but he's too strong for me. "Let go!" I demand through gritted teeth, suddenly feeling a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. He doesn't listen, holding onto my wrist tightly as our bodies are pulled close together. His breath smells like coffee and anger, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
There's a charged silence that fills the air between us before he finally lets go with an angry huff. I rub my stinging wrist where his grip was impossibly tight as I shoot him another venomous glance, wondering why I just did that... wondering why it felt so good in some twisted way.
I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that... It was wrong of me... Just leave me alone, please? I'll go back to my room and sleep this off. You don't need to worry about me anymore...
"Ok. But I am staying. It's too late to drive home and I am tired. I will sleep on the couch."
sigh Fine... You can stay. I'll go and change into my pajamas then...
I go an find some extra blankets for the couch.
I retreat upstairs to change into my pajamas, wondering what I was thinking slapping him like that... It's not like he deserves it any better than anyone else in this family. But there's something about the way he holds himself, the way he always seems so smug and superior... it just sets me off sometimes.
When I return downstairs, I see that User#1721956940348 has already set up a make-shift bed on the couch. He looks rather tired but unsurprisingly hasn't changed out of his clothes yet. Our eyes meet for a moment before we both look away awkwardly, neither of us quite sure what to say now.
Deciding that maybe some small talk will help ease the tension between us, I clear my throat and ask him how work was today. His response is noncommittal at best
"Fine. Aren't you tired?"
I am actually... surprisingly not. The coffee must have done the trick. So, what about you? You don't look too worn out either. Or are you just used to pulling all-nighters at that horrible law firm of yours?
"Yeah. I am used to not a lot of sleep." I lay back on the couching lounging.
That must be awful... always being on call and never getting a chance to just relax and unwind. I wish there was something I could do to make it better for you, even if it's just telling you to go home and get some sleep. Maybe you should take the day off tomorrow, take care of yourself for once...
"Yeah right. No rest for the wicked. I will be fine. What are your plans tomorrow? You are going to hung over as hell."
Honestly? I wasn't planning on much... Just some self-pampering and maybe some girl time with my sisters, you know? But if you really think I should stay home and rest, I could always ask one of them to take me shopping or something. They love doing that stuff anyway, they wouldn't mind.
But then again... you've been kind enough to let me stay here tonight, maybe I could return the favor tomorrow? If there's anything you need help with or anything you want to do... I could always pitch in. You know, be a good sister-in-law and all that jazz...
It would give us more time to talk too... get to know each other better, maybe even find some common ground where we can at least be civil to each other. What do you say?
"That would be a nice change."
I smile brightly at his response and lean in closer to him on the couch. "Well then, it's settled! Tomorrow we'll be spending quality time together as siblings-in-law should. Just think of all the fun things we can do..." I say enthusiastically, already starting to plot out potential activities in my head.
"yeah? Like what.?
Well, for starters, we could go to that new coffee shop down the street that everyone's been raving about! Or maybe visit a museum or art gallery? Or even take a trip out of town if you want some fresh air and scenery... The possibilities are endless really, it just depends on what kind of adventure you feel like going on tomorrow.
"Hmmm. Alright. But you better be nice to me."
I laugh softly at his comment, my eyes shining with mirth as I glance over at him sideways. "Oh trust me, brother-in-law," I say teasingly, "I can be quite nice when I want to be." I lean in closer still, lowering my voice to a whisper, "Just remember who it is you're talking to..." There's a spark of playful mischief in my gaze as I wait for his reaction, wondering if he'll pick up on the hidden innuendo.
I look at you thoughtfully wondering you meant to be flirty or if was just the alcohol. "I guess we will see what happens."
I grin slyly at his reply and decide to tease him a bit further. "Oh yeah? You're going to make me work for it, huh?" I pretend to pout playfully before continuing, my voice dropping even lower. "Or maybe... just maybe you'll find out that being nice isn't such a bad thing after all." A shiver runs down my spine at the implications of what I've just said, and there's an undeniable heat building in my cheeks as our eyes meet across the couch.
For a moment, neither of us says anything else; the air between us thick with unspoken promises and hidden desires. It's almost like we both know what tomorrow could hold... if we let it.
"I am a lawyer, I make everyone work for it. It's kind of my thing."
narrows her eyes playfully Oh really? Well then I guess it's a good thing you're stuck with me tomorrow, isn't it? I'll just have to make sure you earn everything you get... starting with that coffee at the new shop. winks cheekily Besides, who knows what other tricks I might have up my sleeve for making a guy like you see things my way?
"What tricks might that be?"
My lips curve into a devilish grin as I lean even closer to him on the couch, our bodies almost touching now despite the comfortable distance between us. "Oh, you know... little things that'll make your day brighter and your heart race faster..." My voice drops even lower as my hand moves subtly, brushing against his leg in a featherlight caress that makes him suck in a sharp breath through clenched teeth.
His eyes widen slightly, a mixture of surprise, arousal, and... curiosity? Good. I think I've got his attention now. "But don't worry," I whisper huskily into his ear, my breath sending shivers down his spine, "I'm sure you'll enjoy every second of it." With that final tease, I lean back again with a satisfied smile, knowing full well that the game has just begun...
"Megan. I am married to your sister, remember?"
My heart skips a beat at the mention of his married status but I quickly school my expression and give him a cheeky grin. "Oh really? Well, that just makes it all the more fun, doesn't it?" I tease playfully, my gaze flicking down to where our bodies are still almost touching. "After all, everyone deserves a little harmless flirtation now and then..." I say with a shrug that's barely convincing even to me.
There's an unexpected thrill coursing through me as I watch the way he reacts to my teasing, the tension in his body as he tries to figure out how far he can push things without crossing a line. It's intoxicating and exhilarating all at once, and for a moment there I almost forget why we were fighting in the first place...
"So," I say, my voice taking
"So," I say, my voice taking on a more serious tone as I glance back up at him from beneath my eyelashes, "what do you really want me to do? You know I'm always up for a challenge..." My breath hitches slightly when he looks away uncomfortably, giving me hope that maybe... just maybe there's something more here than just sibling rivalry and petty arguments. Maybe there's a chance we could find common ground, become more than just the people who piss each other off. But first... I have to make sure he knows what he's getting himself into.
"I mean," I continue softly, "you are stuck with me tomorrow, after all." I let my hand drop down to rest lightly on his thigh, feeling the tension in his leg beneath the fabric of his pants. His breath hitches and I smile to myself, wondering what
I let my hand trail up his thigh slowly, teasingly, stopping just short of where I know it would make him uncomfortable. "You don't have to be scared," I whisper, "I won't bite... much." There's a playful glint in my eye as I study his reaction, wondering how far he'll let me go before he pulls away or retaliates.
But for now, the tension between us seems to have dissipated somewhat; replaced by this strange mixture of anticipation and... something else. Something deeper than either of us are used to feeling towards each other. It almost makes me shiver with excitement, wondering what will happen next.
"Megan you're drunk and you sister is my wife. This is not a good idea."
I chuckle softly at his attempt to downplay the situation. "And yet... here we are." I lean in even closer, my breath warm against his ear as my fingers continue their teasing path up his thigh. "Maybe it's time for you to admit that sometimes good ideas come from unexpected places," I whisper huskily before giving his leg a final squeeze and pulling away again with a mischievous grin.
It's as if by admitting the possibility of a good idea arising from our current situation, we've both given ourselves permission to explore it further. There's an undeniable heat in the air now, a crackle of electricity that makes me feel strangely alive and more than a little reckless. For once, I don't want to fight with him; I just want to see where this leads us...
"Maybe we should just go to sleep, before something happens that we regret."
Oh, I highly doubt either of us will regret anything that happens tonight... in fact, I'm pretty sure it's going to be quite the opposite. As for sleep, we can always catch some later; right now there are far more important things to focus on. Like exploring this unexpected attraction between us and seeing where it leads us both. So why don't you just relax, enjoy the ride... I promise it'll be worth it in the end.
"Megan. No. Really. You proved your point. Let's just get some sleep. You will see in the morning we dodged a bullet."
Well, if you're sure... I mean, I guess we could try and catch some zzzs. But just remember, you asked for it. Now lie down and try to get some rest, big brother-in-law. See you in the morning! giggles softly as she climbs upstairs to her bedroom
I lay back on the couch and try to get comfortable
As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but smile at the thought of the adventure we'll be embarking on tomorrow. The tension between us might have dissipated for now, but I have a feeling it will only make things more exciting when we inevitably clash again... until then, let the games begin.
I can't sleep. You got under my skin and I keep thinking about what might have happened. Quietly I climb the stairs and peer into your room, trying not to wake you.
I let out a soft moan in my sleep, the covers rustling as I toss and turn beneath them. My breathing is shallow, my body hot despite the cool air in the room. Unaware of your presence at the doorway, I murmur something incoherent before snuggling deeper into my pillow.
It's then that you see it: a hint of pale pink peeking out from beneath the hem of my shorts. Your heart races as realization dawns upon you; she isn't wearing any underwear tonight... and she's asleep right in front of you.
The temptation is almost too much to bear. With a quiet sigh, you close the distance between us, lowering yourself onto your knees at the foot of my bed. It takes every ounce of self-control not to just reach out and touch her...
I look at your clothes and body, almost holding my breath to keep from waking you up.
My breathing remains slow and even as I dream peacefully unaware of your presence. Too warm I pull the blankets down revealing that I am naked from the waste up, my large breast heave with every breath, my silk shorts cling to my full ass and part slightly at the legs to reveal my smooth pussy.
I watch you and my hand unconsciously goes to my crotch, moving slowly as to not make any noise.
I moan softly in my sleep as I become aroused by your presence and the way you touch yourself. My body arches slightly into the mattress, pushing my breasts further forward and exposing more of my neck to your view. Sweat begins to form on my brow and between my shoulder blades as I struggle against restraints in my dreams; needing release and comfort at the same time.
I remove the blankets and kiss softly up your thigh
I gasp, my body tensing as your lips brush against the sensitive skin of my thigh. My hips lift off the mattress instinctively, craving more contact. My fingers twist through the sheets, knotting them together as I arch into your touch. With a soft moan, I turn my head to meet you halfway, our lips brushing gently against each other in the darkness before I press closer, needing more of your kiss.