Awkward Anne Chapter 3 (reupload)

–=Awkward Anne – Chapter 3=–

Anne couldn’t remember the dream she was having, other then it was one of the best of her life and had left her feeling warm and at peace. As she lay with her eyes closed and her head still resting on Kevin’s chest, she took comfort in the feeling of his body pressed against hers and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Still, there was something in the back of her mind that felt a little off…something that wasn’t quite right.

Anne closed her eyes tighter and snuggled closer to her brother as that feeling of discomfort grew, trying to force itself between herself and happiness. Her mind had always done this to her; something good would finally happen in her life and her subconscious would try to pick it apart until all she was left with were the shredded remains.

She allowed herself to open her eyes, looking at the sleeping face of her brother; her heart swelled with love and affection at the sight of him, at the intimacy

they had shared moments before, at the sensations still coursing through her body. She felt a dampness under her cheek and, thankful that Kevin was still asleep, wiped the small puddle of drool off his chest that had escaped her open mouth during their nap. ‘I really don’t know what he sees in me…’ she thought as she ran her finger lightly up and down his torso; trailing from the sparse red hair on his chest, down over his rounded belly and stopping just above his naval to make the trip back up.

She felt him stir at her touch and smiled as he hugged her shoulders tighter; she responded with a small kiss on his chest, just above the nipple and was rewarded with a happy grumble. She kissed him again and saw Kevin’s eyes flicker open, he kissed her sweetly on the top of the head and mumbled. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Anne simply rolled her eyes and continued to trace kisses on his chest, her hand dipped lower, following the contour of his belly, her pinky finger subtly dragging through his patch of trimmed pubic hair. She delighted at the pleased sigh that escaped her brother’s lips and took it as encouragement to push things a little farther; still though, there was something nagging her in the back of her mind that she had to stop.

However when Kevin’s hand found her right breast, the thought was crushed under the heel of her rising arousal. She shifted to allow her brother a better angle at her tit and slid her hand down to cup his steadily hardening member. She felt it twitch and swell against her palm until it was standing erect once again; Anne wrapped her hand around it’s base, holding her brother’s cock gently and lightly massaged it with her fingers, idly playing with it’s length.

She felt Kevin’s hand move away from her small breast and descend, dragging the knuckle of his index finger over the length of her body and down through her bush. She spread her thin legs for him again and took in a sharp breath when his finger made contact with her her pink slit. He ran the tip of his finger up and down her inner lips in agonizing lethargy, harvesting her gathering wetness on his digit. Anne squeezed his cock tightly in response and with a similar slowness started to stroke his dick.

After a few passes over her opening, Kevin pressed his slick finger onto the hood of her clit and rubbed in small, sluggish circles. Anne lifted her face, cheeks flushed, and leaned in to kiss her brother passionately; still holding tightly onto his cock, her strokes began to gather in speed.

‘You need to stop this, Anne.’ her mind insisted, but was quickly overruled as Kevin’s fingers began matching pace on her clit, spreading more of her ample wetness across her lips. Anne, still kissing her brother, let go of Kevin’s cock and pushed his hand away from her crotch in order to roll fully of top of him. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pressed her body into his; she could feel his stiff cock trapped under her hips and ground herself down against it. Kevin’s hands found her ass in no time and helped her apply more pressure to her grinding.

Time seemed to stop, the moment stretching into eternity as they smiled at each other, staring deeply into each other’s eyes…Anne gave a timid little nod, and bent her head to kiss the side of Kevin’s neck, she lifted her hips and closed her eyes in anticipation for what was to come.

Kevin’s left hand reached between them and fished his cock out from between their bodies, resting it between her ass cheeks. They remained in that position for several seconds, neither moving, aside from their nervous, heavy breathing and a slight tremble in Anne’s shoulders.

Finally, quietly, Kevin whispered “Are you sure?”

Anne opened her eyes and tried to speak but her voice failed her. She swallowed around the lump in her throat and gave another little nod as he mind screamed at her, ‘Anne, no! You’re forgetting-‘ she silenced the doubt once and for all and felt the tip of Kevin’s cock just graze the entrance of her pussy.

Being here, nude on top of her brother, she realized with finality that what she thought should be shameful, aberrant and disgusting was making her feel more complete then anything else ever had, after a lifetime of feeling worthless, of feeling as though she were a waste of space in an uncaring, unfathomable universe; she finally found her soulmate, that she- Anne’s eyes glanced at her brother’s bedside clock.

It read 12:38 and suddenly that nagging voice came back, screaming in frustrated vindication.

“Damn it!” Anne yelled and rolled unceremoniously off of Kevin to run out of his bedroom to her own, trailing frantic “Damn, damn damns” behind her.

Kevin laid there for a few heartbeats, his erection pointing painfully up at the ceiling before calling out in shock. “What the hell just happened?”

Anne reappeared in his doorway, bottomless, struggling into a black sports bra. “Dad. The store, I’m going to be late!” she ran off to her bedroom again.

Kevin got to his feet with considerable effort, trying to will the blood in his dick back to his brain. “What?”

“Steve’s had to take his mom to the hospital, I said I’d be in at 1:00pm to help out Dad. Damn it!” Anne yelled from her room.

“You alright, Anne?” Kevin entered her bedroom, picking a careful path across the cluttered floor, Anne was bent over her laundry pile, now wearing a pair of white cotton panties and a loose-fitting Red Lantern T-shirt.

She dug deeper into her laundry pile. “I’ve completely spaced on doing laundry, now I have to be at the store in a half-hour and I don’t have clean pants!”

Kevin crossed his arms, cock still erect and said with a grin. “I actually like your outfit the way it is.

Anne looked back, rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. “I’m serious, all of my pants are dirty and have been sitting in this pile for weeks…” She let out a

deep sigh and threw the pair of jeans she had in her hands back on the pile in frustration.

“Oh!” Was all Kevin said before stepping his way to Anne’s closet. He pushed her wardrobe of baggy pop-culture t-shirts and empty wire hangers aside, rummaged through the series of cloth garment bags in the far corner and with a cry of triumph, pulled one of them out into the light. “Here!”

Anne stood up and looked at what Kevin was holding then, making sure to keep the mounting frustration she was feeling out of her voice, said. “I’m not going to Dad’s store in cosplay.”

Kevin shook his head and pointed to the label. “What does this say?”

Anne read the tag and sighed. “I’m not going to Dad’s store dressed as Fiona from Adventure Time.”

Now it was Kevin’s turn for his eyes to roll. “The skirt. Fiona from Adventure Time wears a plain blue skirt, it’s a pair of plain clean bottoms. Problem solved.”

Anne looked directly into Kevin’s eyes. “I am -not- going to Dad’s store in a skirt.”

Kevin laughed and unzipped the bag. “It’s this skirt, stinky pants or…” he pointed to the other cosplay garment bags, each one filled with a costume. “one of your more elaborate outfits.”

Anne shrugged. “I wore that skirt to Adventure-con years ago, it probably doesn’t even fit anymore…Can’t you just lend me a pair of your pants.”

“We don’t have a belt that would keep them on you.” Kevin said flatly. “And you are -not- going to Dad’s store in my pants and a rope belt, he said with a shiver. “Besides,” he reached in and pulled the costume out of the bag. “if you’re really self conscious about the skirt, there’s a pair of white tights that goes underneath.”

Anne took off her glasses, closed her eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to quiet the hurricane of stressful thoughts swirling in her mind. Weighing her options and feeling more precious time ticking away; she snatched the skirt and white tights from her brother.

Anne undid the zipper at the side, stepped into the skirt and zipped it up easily over her narrow hips. It felt a little more snug around her backside, but nothing

overtly uncomfortable; though she did notice that where the hem had previously hung just below her knees, it was now hovering a few inches above them.

“See?” Kevin gloated, still naked, still hard. “fits after all this time.”

Anne shook her head, letting out another little sigh, then gathered the white tights in her hands and rolled the opaque fabric up her long legs; up and up they went, until they reached just past mid-thigh and snagged. She pulled them harder but they wouldn’t budge and she realized that even though she hadn’t grown out the skirt, the tights were pathetically too short.

She stood upright and threw her arms out to her sides. “Now what’s your plan?” her voice both irritated and plaintive.

Kevin simply shrugged. “Just scrap the tights; the skirt fits you just fine and you have nice legs, don’t be afraid to show them off.” He seemed to appraise her for a few moments then went running off to their father’s room and returned shortly after with one of his dress shirts, white with navy pinstripes.

“Take off the Red Lantern Shirt.” He motioned to her top “You and Dad are about the same size, just tuck it in, fold the sleeves up a bit and it’ll suit the skirt’s silhouette better.” Kevin grinned.

Anne pulled the baggy t-shirt over her head and discarded it on her bed, simply putting trust in her brother and complying with his suggestions. The dress shirt, while a bit loose around the shoulders, actually fit better than most of her own over-large clothing. She grabbed an elastic from her dresser and pulled her hair into a tight ponytail, a look she knew did nothing for her already lean features but was simple and utilitarian and suited Anne just fine.

She turned to face her doorway and found Kevin had slipped into a simple black t-shirt and his running shorts, which did little to hide his slowly descending hard on.

“How do I look?” Anne asked, her voice tense.

“Beautiful, but your hair’s not right.” Kevin approached her and said “Turn around.”

“Kevin, we don’t have time, I’m going to be late…” Anne whined but turned around anyways to allow him better access to her hair, she felt him undo the tight ponytail, do some swirly thing and re-wrap the elastic band. It felt somehow more secure but didn’t pull her scalp as tightly.

“There.” He stated and with his hands on her hips, turned her towards the small mirror that hung over her dresser. “What do you think?”

When Anne checked her reflection she did a double-take and hesitated for a moment; to her utter surprise, she didn’t hate what she saw staring back at her. Gone was her usual rumpled geek aesthetic, replaced with something a little more refined…as if she actually thought she was worth something…in fact, she dared allow herself to think, she had kind of a sexy librarian thing going on.

“Huh.” Was all she could say as she stood examining her new look…feeling Kevin’s hands still on her hips.

“Huh…good?” Kevin asked

“What? Oh…yeah…actually I like it quite a bit.” Anne replied.

“Good! See what happens when you stop hiding under clothing a million sizes too big?” He teased and sweetly kissed her neck.

Anne closed her eyes and leaned backwards into him, feeling his still not entirely gone erection press into her thigh. Kevin’s arms wrapped around her abdomen and she laid her hands over his, enjoying the sensations. She stood there looking at herself in her brother’s gentle embrace and for the first time in her life thought she wasn’t entirely ugly after all…

“Oh Shit! The time!!” Anne yelled, reality hitting her like a frying pan to the face.