Cary by the TV

He wandered into the living room with dinner in his hand and sat down next to Cary. Their thighs touching on the couch.

"So where were you really tonight?" She asks him, still looking at the TV.

"I was with a friend, doing some work. That's all true."

"Yes, but who and what?"

"Are you asking, or is Taylor asking through you, I wonder."

Silence from Cary.

"You two have been talking."

"Yeah, she's funny, I like talking to her. By your silence I'm gonna guess you told her, and she actually did tell you to ask me."

"What do you want from me? Girls love to gos."

"Yes girls..."

"What's your problem?" She looked at him sternly.

"What!"

"Tell me what you mean."

"Look, Taylor is really nice, we seem to have a strange connection. She looks at me funny. But it is weird that you're so coy about whether she's actually a girl or not. Why do you want me to date her so badly?"

"I'm not being coy, Watson. I genuinely don't know if Taylor has a penis or not. I don't really care; we're just friends and I treat her like I would anyone else."

"Yes, but has it ever come up?"

"What, the rumors about her? Have they ever come up?"

"Yeah, like does she know people think she might be a boy?"

"She's never asked me if I've heard a rumor. I have no idea if she knows. If she does, she's never mentioned it to me."

"Interesting. It doesn't seem like she cares either way."

"No, it doesn't"

"I kinda like that about her."

"Yeah, me too."

"Well why don't you date her?"

"I don't like girls--duh."

"And what if she wasn't a girl?"

Cary hesitated.

"Wow you're thinking about it huh?"

"I mean I would have to see it to know, wouldn't I? I don't even know how it would come up."

"Well?"

"No--no. I can't date her even if she's a boy. She's way to feminine anyway, not into it. I need--" Cary caught herself. Getting too personal.

"Yes? What do you need?"

"Never mind..."

"Dude come on it's fine. We can talk. You can tell me."

"It's weird..."

"Why? I'm your brother, what's weird about it?"

She blushed through her black bangs coming down past her temples.

"What, you're asking me why I like boys?"

"Ha ha, maybe just what specifically about boys that makes Taylor a no."

"I like a certain hardness..." Watson raised his eyes in playful judgement. Cary punched him in the shoulder. She felt a hardness in his bicep that she liked. She didn't know how to feel about what stirred inside of her. Suddenly a thought about Watson creeped into her mind. A thought she never had before. He has a body. A body that doesn't only belong to her brother, but a body of a hard, hairy, sweaty boy. A boy who was becoming a man. A boy who was pressing up against her thigh with his thigh. She could feel his hairy legs on her smooth skin. She never realized how much she liked the feeling of hair pressing against her. She wondered if he was hairy everywhere. If the hair traveled up to his crotch and spread around his penis. She wondered what it looked like for the first time. She wondered if he had air around his ass hole. She wondered what the inch of flesh between his balls and his asshole smelled like. She wondered if the skin around his balls was firm and taught, or if it sagged and drooped down. All these thoughts and more she couldn't express suddenly rushed into her mind in a wave that she couldn't stop. She felt her pussy heat up and begin to pulse. She wanted to feel more of his body. She wanted to feel all the hard bits; all the soft bits; all the smelly bits. Her heart started beating like a drum.

"Gross not that! Girls are very soft, you know. Like soft skin, small-ish figure. Boys' bodies tend to be harder, like more muscle-y. I want to be the soft plushy one. There can't be two of us."

"You think you're plushy?" Cary blushed a little.

"Aren't I?" Watson looked over at her and looked up and down her seated body. Creamy white thick thighs sprinkled with tattoos. Grabbable curvy hips, boobs freed from the day's bra and nipples erecting into the fabric of her cotton tank top. She tucked her black curly hair back behind her pierced ears as he looked at her. "Stop looking at me like that..."

"Like what?" He looked into her eyes.

"Like you just were..."

"You asked me--"

"Well then?"

"You have a great body, Cary..."

"Stop it!" she eeked in embarrassment.

Watson stayed quiet.

"I do...?" She asked.

"Yeah, you're plushy..."

"Thanks..."

"Is this weird--it feels weird."

"Yeah, it's very weird--"

They both burst into laughter at the same time. A new language written; a new attraction formed.

"So, are you gonna ask out Taylor?" She asked him, feeling back to normal and trying to break the tension.

"Well, if I tell you then you're gonna say something about it to her."

"I won't! I won't! I swear..."

"Yeah, I don't believe you." Watson stood up from the couch after he emptied his bowl of food. "I'm gonna go and get some homework done."

"Okay, please check the bathroom next time you need to pee in the night huh."

"I really am sorry Ha ha. I was so drowsy; I didn't even know where I was."

"It's okay, I was just startled."