JENN
The next morning, I woke up to a knock on my door. It was Tyler. “Hey, did I wake you?” He opened the door and walked into my room, the same way he had always walked in back in the day. Except there was only one problem: I was barely clothed.
“What do you think?” I said, yawning and doing my best not to stretch so I didn’t expose the fact that I had been so hot and bothered about Tyler that I had slept naked, shamefully touching myself for relief throughout the night.
“Well, sorry, just wanted to get the day started,” he said.
“I see,” I grumbled, still a little sore from waking up that early.
“Looks like someone didn’t have a good night.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I said. Of course I didn’t have a good night. Who would have a good night when they were turned on, had no relief, and the object of her affection was just one door away? Any reasonable person would have gone searching for that boy. But not me. I wasn’t going to throw myself at someone who didn’t see the woman in me.
“What happened?” he asked, looking at me seriously.
“Nothing. I was only playing. I had a good, satisfying night,” I said. Part of it was true. I had fingered myself until I came. That part had been satisfying. The part that I had to do it myself was not satisfying, but you can’t have it all.
“Satisfying?” he said to me. Without waiting for an answer, he continued talking. “Want to go out with me?”
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know, but we can’t stay home forever.”
“But I like being at home,” I said, even though I was already thinking of what I’d wear to wherever he wanted to take me. I had some new tights I bought recently and worn under my sweater dresses that would probably work.
“We are going to the gym,” he said, dragging me up from my bed where I had tried to settle, covering myself with the comforter to save whatever I could of my dignity.
As he pulled me up, my robe fell open, and I lay bared for his eyes. I expected him to apologize and run out of my room, but instead, his eyes were glued on my boobs, which were bare. I could feel my nipples hardening under his stare. Thank goodness I had slept in panties. I watched him admiring me. Ordinarily, I would have closed my robe and kicked him out of my room, but I wanted him to keep looking at me. It made me feel like a woman seeing how his eyes ogled me.
For a time that seemed like eternity but was probably just a few seconds, he simply stared at me. I broke the silence by clearing my throat, something I had done automatically and then chided myself for afterwards for ending the perfect silence. I was a fool! I should have let him enjoy my body, pulled him towards me, and maybe kissed him, but instead I had turned a perfect moment into an awkward minute.
“So sorry, Jenn,” he stammered as he struggled to take his eyes off my body, but he couldn’t look me straight in the face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was blushing.
“It’s okay. I should wear clothes to sleep.”
“No, you shouldn’t,” he said.
“I shouldn’t?”
“No, that’s not want I mean. I mean you can do whatever you want when you sleep.”
“So if I chose to sleep naked?” I teased, knowing he was uncomfortable. I could see him struggling to find an appropriate response. He shifted around on his feet. I looked down at his pants, and what I saw made me look at him intensely for a few seconds. He had a raging hard on and was doing his best to control it.
“I have to go,” he said. “Forget the gym. Maybe another time?”
“No,” I said. “We should still go to the gym. I haven’t worked out all summer, and unless I want to have flabby buttocks, I should really go exercise.”
“Hardly,” he said, laughing, which lightened the moment.
“Hardly what?” I said, not understanding.
“Hardly would you get a flabby butt,” he said. “You know you’re perfect.”
I smiled at him, unsure what to say. His compliment about me being perfect was probably nothing. It probably didn’t mean much more that what he said on the surface. “Thanks.”
“I’ll see you downstairs in five?” he said.
“Yes,” I replied as he left my room and shut the door after him.
When he left, I sat on the bed and took some deep breaths. The situation was getting crazier and crazier. How the heck did we go from two siblings eating breakfast together yesterday morning to two people in an awkward, sensual moment? I got up and started to get dressed. Even if Tyler had never seen me as a woman, the recent flash of my perfect boobs should be enough to make him think about me how I’ve always wanted him to. It was time to turn things up so he never forgot what he had just seen.
I smiled as I pulled out my drawer where I had put my sportswear. After searching through a ton of stuff, I found an outfit that I knew would throw him for a loop. If he didn’t think much of me before, this outfit would help solidify things and make him see me as the sexy woman I knew I was.