Reflections

Dorie lay on her bed on the stomach, her legs in the air behind her, reading a book.

"God, you could knock!" she said when her brother Jase snuck inside.

"Stuart's around," he shrugged. "I just don't feel like dealing with that."

"Yeah." She kept on reading, not looking up when her brother lay next to her on the double bed.

"Are you going to go with mom to the mall later?" Jase asked.

"I don't know, I might," she answered, distracted by the story. "Quit it," she added, when he put his cold hand on the small of her back where her shirt had hitched up.

He grinned, and then lifted his hand. "I'm so bored."

"So? How is that my problem? Go do something," she instructed him. "You're always bothering me now. Don't you have your own friends anymore?"

He nudged her. "They're boring. Do you want to go see a movie?"

She sighed. "No. I really want to read my book. Why don't *you* go see a movie, and leave me alone?"

After a moment, he scowled and left.

"God, you're so immature," she called after him. "You act like you're younger than me!" She rolled onto her side, and put her finger in the book for a moment. "Not like he's two years older or anything, with a learner's permit and stuff."

She kept reading the book her friend Nina had given her. It was one of those romance novels Nina's mom was always leaving around, but this one was a little different. It was way more explicit than the other books Dorie had tried. Usually the heroine put the hero off, or just let him touch her breasts or something until they got married. But in this one, the main character was on a ship with pirates, and the captain didn't listen when she told him she was engaged to be married and wanted nothing to do with him.

Dorie bit her lip as she read a really explicit passage. "Oh," she said in surprise as she skimmed over a part with the captain pushing the heroine onto his bed and lifting up her skirts. Almost without thinking, she moved the hand that wasn't holding the book up, so she could flick her thumb over one nipple and then the other through her bra-less tank top.

She kept on reading, chewing on her lip now when the heroine shrieked as the pirate captain forced his way inside her. But she was all wet, the book said, so she must like it.

Dorie turned onto her back and unzipped her shorts, sneaking a finger into her panties. She sort of felt wet too, even though she wasn't too sure about how it was supposed to be. She'd done stuff with pillows between her legs, and rubbing against the water-jet in the hot tub until she got that good feeling, but she'd never touched herself down there except when she was showering.

Her finger slipped in easily, and she blinked at the words on the page as she started to thrust it in and out. "Oh," she whispered as she felt a buzz along her skin. If she angled her middle finger just right, she was able to rub against the heel of her palm at the same time, and it was making her feel hotter than she'd ever felt.

"Dorie?" a voice said uncertainly.

She gasped and looked up. Jase had come back in at some point, and was watching her.

Somehow, she couldn't stop, so she closed her eyes, just wishing that he'd go away so she could finish. She let out a small cry as she pumped her finger in again and then turned on her other side to face away from him.

"Oh man." There was a sound, and then Jase curled around her, cupping her breast with his hand, and rubbing her nipple, first slowly.

"Mmm," she moaned. "I don't -- I don't know -- please..."

He kissed the back of her neck, and she shuddered. "Harder," she begged him.

He turned her a little so that he could cup both her breasts in each of his hands, flicking fingertips over her nipples while she kept time working her hips against her finger and hand. "Oh god, Jase," she said faintly.

"Fuck," he muttered. He was hard behind her -- she could feel it -- and he started to rub against her ass while he massaged her breasts and breathed hard on her skin.

A weird image popped into her head, like she was the woman in the book, wearing skirts and hoops and carrying a parasol, and Jase was the pirate who had her on his bed. Oh god -- in her mind, he was inside of her. And it was so wrong! He was her brother!

But she couldn't stop moving against him, couldn't keep herself from moaning his name under her breath.

"You're so fucking hot, Dorie," he panted in her ear. All at once he rolled them so that he was on his back and she was lying atop him. She wriggled, trying to find some purchase, and he let out a low groan.

"Just...damn it..." and then he was shoving his shorts down, his prick hard against her, sliding back and forth in the valley of her ass.

"Feels so good," she choked out.

Jase kept right on rubbing against her, but he also knocked her hand away, replacing it with his own.

"Your fingers," she stammered. They were thicker than hers, and soon Jase was working two inside of her while she writhed on top of him, her tank top shoved up around her neck and her shorts and panties now pushed down to her ankles.

"God, Dorie -- can't stop thinking about you -- want -- god," he bit out before he bucked against her.

There was wet on her back, and the realization that he had actually come on her, that his semen was on her skin, sent her over the edge. He rubbed her nipples mercilessly with one hand as he spasmed under her, and kept plunging into her pussy while she shivered and tried to take in as much of his fingers as possible.

"Jase," she mouthed as her eyes went wide and she came.