“Huh,” Cissy grunted softly, as she went back to looking at it, quivering in her brother’s hand. She idly wondered if all girls eventually smelled, and tasted, themselves on their fingers, the way that she had. Or if other boys had been tempted to taste their own cum, even though her brother had not. She debated for a moment, whether she wanted to touch, or even taste it, herself, before she finally sat back and nodded, satisfied at having seen it for herself. “Thank you for showing me,” she whispered, unable to contain the bashful smile that crept over her mouth as her eyes met her brothers.
Trey shrugged, suddenly feeling very awkward with a handful of his cum, getting cold in his palm. Standing up he reached for his robe and threw it over his shoulders with his free hand. “Be right back,” he whispered to Cissy, before tiptoeing to his door, opening it slightly to make sure that the hallway was clear, before slipping out to make his way to the bathroom.
Cissy quietly found her panties and put them back on, letting out a small gasp as they felt damp and cold against the still swollen lips of her warm pussy. She pulled her nightgown over her head and wriggled her arms through the sleeves before sitting back on Trey’s bed, debating whether she should sneak back to her own room while he was gone. She ran through the past few minutes in her mind, the sight of her brother’s cum and the uncontrollable urge that she had felt earlier, to straddle him, and seek the pleasure of his hard dick between her legs. She was just considering whether she should get up to head back to her own bed to savor her memories, when Trey quietly opened his door and slipped in from the hallway.
Cissy was surprised at how much Trey reminded her of the brother she had always known, slinking on tiptoes back to his bed, to pick up his underwear and then his pajama bottoms. He modestly got dressed under his robe before hanging it up to put on his pajama shirt. He paused to turn off the light and he shivered slightly as he slid onto the spot she made for him as she herself scooted back to make room.
Cissy slid under the other side of the covers, just as he did, and they snuggled together, just like they had as kids, while the bed warmed back up.
“Trey,” Cissy whispered after a long moment.
“Ummhmm,” his voice was low and warm in the dim light.
“Is this stuff kind of scary for you?” It was easier to ask in the dark.
“Maybe not scary,” he searched for the right words. “But…kind of embarrassing, maybe.” He thought for a moment. “Like you don’t want to get it wrong?”
“Like going to your first dance?” Cissy suggested.
“Yeah, like that,” Trey shrugged on the bed beside her. “Like you’re not too sure what you’re doing and hope you don’t mess it up.”
“But…do you…,” Cissy’s heart sped up when she realized how much his answer meant to her. “Do you like…doing it….with me.” She ended softly.
“Of course,” Trey whispered. “It’s really great.” He winced inside, realizing how awkward that sounded.
“Do you like it more with me…or with Carol,” Cissy’s voice was barely a whisper, but Trey could hear the guarded preparation for hurt in how she asked.
“It feels really good when both of you do it,” Trey couldn’t lie. He never could with Cissy. “But it’s something special with you.”
“You really mean that?” Cissy’s whisper took on a warm, relieved tone.
“Of course,” Trey blushed in the dark. “You’ll always be the first one who ever did that for me, Cissy.” He shrugged under the covers. “I’ll never forget that.”
“Neither will I, Trey” Cissy felt a warm glow go through her. “Even when we’re old and everything.” She couldn’t erase the smile from her face, glad for the dark.
It was only after Trey drifted off to sleep that Cissy finally slipped out from under the covers and crept back to her own room.