Camille in her room

Watson climbed the stairs, bowl of something warm and mom-made in hand. He heard music playing through Cam's door. As any brother does, he walked in without asking permission or inquiring about her desires to see him. Camille was lying chest down on her bed, attention on the laptop opened in front of her, wearing only a shirt and underwear. What kind of underwear? Thanks for asking, delighted to tell. Boy shorts: they covered her toned cheeks and hips quite well. Unlike Cary, Camille had a lot less to swing and flaunt around. Lavender in color, they had this sort of lacey silky vein running down the sides. Probably on both sides, Watson could only see her left side as she was lying down. Her legs were long and slender. He imagined the image of her in his mind from the night before. Her sleepily peeing eyes closed and mouth open. He didn't think she remembered, it was one of those moments one forgets because you're not actually awake, but only acting awake.

She turned to look at him as he walked in, and then reflexively looked back at her computer. She acknowledged him in no other way; no twitch or movements of her entire body. He took this as an invitation to sit down, and so he did, on the ground near the door and ate his bowl of something. Thirty seconds later she emerged from her trance and stopped typing.

"Don't you knock? I'm in my fucking underwear."

With food in his mouth, "Please, get over yourself." He didn't mean this, Camille is one of the hottest people he's ever laid his eyes on.

"Weirdo. You turned in the camp forms yeah?"

"Yeah yeah."

"And where were you this evening, hm?"

"Oh, call me names and then ask for something. Nice, very nice."

"Fine fine you're right. I have to pay my dues if I want information. Come sit on the bed then, you can talk while I finish this paper."

"With your ass sticking in my face?" Yes please, that would be wonderful.

"What, you don't like it?" She's not serious. Watson and his sister have always had a playing sort of back forth about them. A lot of sarcasm and jousting; seeing who can make the other the most uncomfortable. She won this bout, he couldn't say to her, that yes, in fact I do like, and I would love to look at it, and possibly pour this hot bowl of food over it and then lick it off your scalded body. Could that be done, perchance?

"Dude..."

"Fine fine I'll put some pants on." She smirked, rolled over and stood up. Opened the 3rd drawer of her dresser and stepped into a pair of tight shorts, and then rolled back onto the bed. Not much better really, the shorts didn't do a better job hiding her ass from his watering eyes. She seemed to enjoy this: enticing him with her body; a new development. "Now come sit and tell me about the girl."

"Why are you so sure it's a girl?" He climbed up on her bed and crossed his legs. His knees rested up against her left thigh and left calf muscle. A front row seat to every twitch, every slight movement, every crease in fabric.

"Oh please! Boys only give their attention to girls, sports, and obscure hobbies that no one else cares about. So unless you wanna tell me you bought a turtle?"

"Ok fine--a girl"

"Ding dong. Spill Watson. Is it Mary baldy? Personally I hope so."

"It's not..."

"The twink?"

"Not the twink."

"There's another?! Wow, you get around more than I expected."

"I mean I'm not dating any of them, so I don't really think it's 'getting around'"

"Whatever! Who?"

"Rina, the Korean girl who TA's with me in second."

"Ohhhh... What a twist, would never have guessed, but wow, okay. Nice. She's very cute. So what d'you get up to?"

"She needed help fixing some things up around her house."

She gave him an indicting side eye. "Riiiight. 'Fixing her house.'"

"It's true! Her sink was leaking, and there was a hole in her wall."

"I'm sorry, you're just describing the beginning scene of a stupid porn come on dude. A leaking sink AND a hole in her wall? Yes, I'm sure you plugged that hole real good. Oh my god gross I can't believe I just said that about my brother. I can't believe you made me say that."

"Are you done?"

"Yes--yes, I'm done, go ahead."

"She needed help with her house. She's here alone from Korea. Her parents are really strict and they don't really let her do much besides study. She also has a hard time coming out of her shell because of the language barrier. Anyway, this was actually the first time she had been alone in a room with a boy."

"Oh, interesting."

"Yeah. She's really sweet and very reserved, but she started coming out of her shell."

"By 'coming out' you mean?"

"Okay fine, we kissed, is that what you want?"

"AH! Watson! Honestly not surprised though. I mean if you've never been alone with a boy and then suddenly, a moderately cute one is fixing your sink and replacing drywall, some things definitely aren't gonna be dry for long."

"You think so?"

"Ha, dude. Absolutely."

"Only moderately?"

She turned from her typing fingers and looked at him. "What you're not okay with moderately? You literally asked me to PUT PANTS ON a few minutes ago."

"Okay fair. Look it's not that you don't have a great ass, it's just a little weird for me to eat a meal over it ha ha." He saw half of her covered face blush a little and say nothing. "You really think she likes me?"

"I don't think a girl invites you to her house and then kisses you in her house unless she likes you, yeah. Anything else happen? Just a kiss?"

"Well we kissed, and then she ran in terror and hid in the bathroom while I fixed the drywall."

"Aww poor baby. Her first time."

"Yeah, she was real nervous. Then she cooked us dinner and washed up and she gave me a nice hug and kissed me on the cheek. Obviously I don't know exactly how she felt, but she wanted me to come back tomorrow."

"Why obviously?"

"Just the language barrier, she can speak English, but there's just a lot more non-verbals going on."

"Wow. That's hot."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. If someone understands you without you having to speak. Huge turn on."

"Please don't say turn on when your ass is directly in my face." She blushed again and stared straight ahead, not giving anything away.

There he goes again. He likes it. He likes looking at me. Go ahead, look, I want you too. I got such a thrill when you walked in on me in my panties. It's good you had me put pants on, I'm dripping lying here listening to your story. An innocent little girl unable to fight against her urges, a competent young man coming to plug her holes and screw her pipes. Someone has to be writing this story somewhere. I feel strange. Dirty even. My brother's seen my ass in my panties, but I like it... I like how dirty I feel. It's wrong. I felt really good last night as well. I only kind of remember it. I was half asleep, but I remember hearing a voice and seeing a male figure in the doorway while I was peeing. I don't know what I said to the figure, but he kept on standing there. A few seconds later I sort of regained consciousness, and I knew Watson was looking at my open legs. Why didn’t I stop him. Why did I let him look at my shaven pussy? I don’t think he actually saw it, probably just my crotch, but still. A part of me liked that he was looking at me. In the haze I was in, I decided to let him watch me pee and then wipe myself. I was excited when I got back to my room, I had crossed a line. I experienced a taboo. I felt a rush, a high, an excitement I never felt before. I need to feel it again, I need him to see me. I didn’t think about it any deeper, I don’t want to think about it any deeper. I want Watson to see me and desire me. I want him to long for me, but unable to have me. He can have me, if he’s persistent. I want him to chase me. Chase me until our legs are ground to stumps, and then you can have me. I want to make him obsessed with me. I didn’t know he was going to come into my room tonight, but I took my pants off just in case he did. I’m disappointed he told me to put pants on, I like that he told me what to do, but I could tease him more with no pants on. Although the shorts I chose reveals my ass very nicely. I wish he would take a chance and touch it, but he’s a little too respectful for that. I’m going to have to tease him some more, maybe tonight when he gets up to pee? Hm. I could be there waiting for him again. Continue the story of the sister who sleepwalks in the night. This sister who sleepwalks without any panties on. Who goes to pee at night and doesn’t even wipe the pee off herself… What would a brother do to his poor sister with pee dripping down her legs? I wonder...