Eric 3

Eric feels helpless to stop the events that are unfolding before him. Watching Anna strip his girlfriend, he wants to stop it, to shout at her to put her clothes back on instead of standing there half-naked while she lets his brother oggle her. Sure Anna was just as exposed, but somehow Eric felt like Sophie was ‘more’ naked. He also didn’t like the way that Sophie was looking at me. He’d noticed her glancing my way all night, even back when we were pre-drinking. But when Sophie pops her little rump out and locks eyes with me, Eric’s heart feels like it freefalls 100 ft. Stop with the googly eyes! Why are you looking at him like that?

And this is made worse when I strip for the girls, and bring the attention back to him, and his still very clothed form. With all eyes on him, Eric suddenly feels very self-conscious. He barely even notices Anna circle around to the back of the couch until he feels her hands sliding down his chest. The feeling is electric, like a thousand little pinpricks lighting up all at once, as the skin of her palms rubs over his shirt. And as she ‘whispers’ into his ear, Eric feels goosebumps form on his skin, letting out an audible sigh in response. He runs a hand through his mop of sandy blonde hair, a nervous tick of his. It was all, so very sexy, up until the moment she called herself his big sis.

In a flash, the illusion was shattered and Eric feels his pent up irritation at not being taken seriously come to a boiling point, “I can do it on my own!” He says, brushing her away as he bolts up off of the couch. Even as he says it, he’s chiding himself for how petulant he sounds. Why do you sound like a whiny kid? You’re not helping your situation Eric!. Trying to exude an air of fierce determination, Eric takes a moment, with his hands grasping at the hem of his shirt, to look around the room at Sophie, then at me, and then back towards Anna behind him. Then, with a silent nod, he lifts his shirt clean off and throws it on the couch beside him. He’s halfway undone his buckle when he gets cold feet.

Standing there, about to take off his pants, he’s intimately aware that he’s not packing as much downstairs as his brother is. Does he really want to expose that fact to his girlfriend? To Anna? He finds himself glancing towards my bulge and then quickly turning away again. Fuck….what do I do?