Steven blinks a bit, seeing you laying so provocatively on the bed. Your brother's face in a blush as he hides himself from view momentarily, “Ah, sorry!”
You cover yourself up with your hand, biting your lower lip as you just realized you have shown all your goods to your older brother. He coughs slightly, just out of view, but obviously still there. You sit up a bit more, feeling rather frustrated for getting interrupted. “Mmmmph, fine, Steve, you can come in.” you mutter, covering yourself up with a blanket.
“Didn't think you were out for another hour, Emily.” Your brother said, coming in. He was a bit of the plain type. Scraggly goatee, tall and wiry, not unattractive, but certainly not a movie star. His face was still in a blush, and you notice his jeans have a heavy budge in them from the earlier encounter.
He was never told about your “curse” since you didn't even tell your parents about it. Most days you forget about it, figuring it to be just words in the aether. Maybe it was just the galloping hornies coursing through your body, but you had to admit, your dorky brother was kinda cute.
“Was there something you wanted to talk about?” he asks, a bit confused in the silence. |