A knock on my door

I look at my phone to check the time. I've only been asleep an hour, so the night is still young. I remember my phone is off. Stand up and walk to the door, peering through the fish eye I realize it's my brother.

"Shit," I forgot that he was crashing at my place while job hunting. I look at myself in the mirror to see if I'm presentable. My wavy red brown hair falls around my face a little chaotic from my nap.

I look down and notice I'm not exactly dressed for company. My shirt covers me, but clings tight to my D breasts. It's obvious I'm not wearing a bra, but that didn't matter, right?

Waist down I'm covered in pair of flower print yoga pants. I just know they're comfortable, they just happen to cling to my hips and legs well. I sigh, poking at my stomach. At 1.6m, I'm a little heavy at 64 kg. It doesn't sit bad on my body though, some in my chest, some in my ass, some on my thighs. Another knock on my door brings me back to the moment.

"Coming" I head to the door and open it. "Hey bro" I gesture to my younger brother to come in.

"I tried to call, but your phone must be off" He steps into my house dragging a suitcase.

"Yea sorry about that" At 6'2" my 'little brother', Logan, towered over me. I had to stand on my tip toes to give him a hug. He was athletic at 80 kg he was sized well. "I turned off my phone for the weekend and, well forgot"

"It's okay sis, you'll just have to hook me up with one of your girl friends then" He chuckles as he breaks the hug. I look up at catch him looking at me, but dismiss it as nothing more than an appraisal of any changes that happened since we last saw each other.

"You wouldn't want those air heads, would you" I laugh back. "Be warned, they might be a little crazy." I joke, but it dies there, and as usual I've made things awkward. "Oh, you can take your things to the guest room, upstairs, second door on your right"

He nods, looking at me again. Now I can't shake the feeling that it's something more. He walks upstairs and i can't help but notice how nicely toned his ass is. 'No, he's your brother' I chastise myself. But still, if he wasn't I'd fuck him. A few moments later he comes back down, now dressed in gym shorts and a shirt. I can see his shoulders have gotten a little wider, his arms and chest a little note defined. I grab my phone and turn it on, hoping to distract myself from the thoughts of my brother.

I hear ring after ring as new text messages bomb my phone, most from my brother, but some from my friend wondering what I'm doing.

"So, what are we doing tonight?" He asked as he sat down next to me, a little close.

"How about we order pizza and watch a movie?"

"Sounds good, I'll pick the movie, you order the pizza."

I take my phone and head to the kitchen to order the pizza. I finish the delivery order and yell to my brother. "You want a drink?"

"Sure, beer if you have it" I grab a beer and a water for myself before heading back into the living room. The TV just shows a black screen.