Just Like That

We made it to the apartment around midnight. The moment the door was shut, I struggled really hard not trying to kiss you again. The only thing that stopped me was that I had no idea why you kissed me in the first place.

I sat down on the couch with my hands in my lap, hoping you would continue the cuddles. Instead, you pulled up a chair so you could keep your distance and look directly at me. I was scared what that meant, but I was hopeful it was just to keep us focused. You decided to speak up before I could say anything.

"So... First off, you need to get that pet store trip cancelled as soon as possible."

I nodded my head as quickly as I could. There was no way I was going to get adopted by someone else now that I knew you didn't hate me.

"I could do that right now, actually. Their phones are open all night."

"Okay, sure, let's stop that before we even think about anything else."

So I called Cozy Pets back and told them that there had just been a huge misunderstanding with my family, and I'll be staying with them for now. They said to not worry, and I could call back if I ever changed my mind. There was no chance of me doing that now, though.

Once that issue was taken care of, we moved on to the real meat of the conversation.

"So, big bro, I still want to apologize for me licking you, I shouldn't have done that, but I was just... You're so amazing, and I wanted to show you how amazing you are, but I couldn't think of any way to do it, and I just ended up doing the dumbest thing possible."

"The dumbest thing possible was trying to put yourself up for adoption the moment you made a small mistake. I'd much rather have an apology for that than anything else. Do you know how much it would hurt for me to lose you like that?"

"I'm sorry, bro, I guess I was just so caught up in my own problems I wasn't thinking about it from your side. I wasn't being very smart, and how much I've been hating myself for these thoughts made me think you'd want me gone."

You looked so sad and shocked at that last sentence, that you quickly gave up on your idea of sitting as far from me as possible. A moment later, we were once again cuddled up on the couch together.

"Now you listen to me, sis. When I tell you that you mean the world to me, I'm not saying that just to make you feel better. I'm telling you an absolute fact. If you ever feel bad about yourself again, you come to me, and I'll put enough love into you for the both of us, okay?"

"Okay, bro. I promise."

I snuggled up closer to you as I tried to let all of your love in. After a minute of listening to you breathe, I had to ask you a question.

"Hey, bro, what made you care about me so much?"

"Every brother cares about their sister."

"That's not true at all, but what I meant was, we weren't very close in high school, were we?"

"I... We might not have talked much, but I still cared about you deeply. There was never a moment you didn't mean everything to me. I just didn't talk to you much because I thought you wanted to live your own life."

"I wished you had talked. I wanted to be your friend so much."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sis. I guess we've both had our fair share of thinking we didn't care for each other."

"It's okay, we've figured it out, haven't we?"

"I think we have."

After one more contented sigh, I decided to speak up.

"You kissed me."

"I did."

"Why?"

"I... don't know. You kissed me first before you ran off. I thought you needed kisses to feel that everything was fine."

"So you only kissed me to make me feel better?"

"No, not completely. I'm just confused, sis. I don't know how to handle this."

"That's okay. I'm confused, too."

I cuddled up to you again before I continued.

"What does this mean for us?"

"It doesn't have to mean anything. I just want you to be happy."

"...What if I want it to mean something?"

I looked up into your eyes as you looked down at me. I wasn't supposed to say that sentence.

"Right. I guess I should have expected that. I'm not sure, sis. Just a few hours ago, I was thinking that we had this all figured out. You would live with me until you found a master, and everything would be normal."

"But then I licked you."

"You did."

"And that messed up all our plans."

"A little, but maybe those weren't the right plans."

"...What are the right plans?" I whispered, quiet enough I wasn't sure you heard it. There was too much fear, and hope, in me to ask that question any louder.

"You choose the plans, sis. I care about you too much to not let you choose."

"I'm not allowed to have my choice."

"Yes you are. No matter how weird it is, I want you to choose. All you have to do is say them."

I gulped. Were you really telling me you'd be willing to be my master? Even though that wasn't allowed?

"I... I want you. As my master. I want you to be my master."

"Okay."

I was absolutely dumbfounded. That's not how this conversation was supposed to work. You aren't supposed to be my master, you're my brother!

"Okay? Just like that?"

"Yes. Just like that."

"But don't you know what that means? If anyone found out..."

"I don't care. If you want me to be your master, then I'm your master. I'm not saying it's smooth sailings from here on, but whatever challenges I face trying to be your master, I'll face them. For you."

I began crying again, for the third time that day. I'm an emotional person, aren't I? You said the words. You said "I'm your master" and you meant it. I was your pet! I buried myself in your chest and let you pet me as I smiled.

"I love you, master."

"I love you too, my pet."