Literotic asexstories – It Doesn't Count by Rob_mDear,Rob_mDear
This is the first of three parts in the “It Doesn’t Count” short series. All are equally good, and all have sex in them, so you might as well start at the beginning, so situations and references to past events make more sense.
— The Author
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Dan glanced down at Amy’s slim, manicured hand. It rested just millimeters from his, with her long, delicate fingers beside his own, on the table between plates littered with the remnants of a moderately expensive lunch. She was so close he could feel the warmth of her, but her hand wasn’t touching his. He looked up into her eyes, seeing a mischievous twinkle there. She’d placed her hand there, just that way, on purpose, as a subtle reminder.
Dan had to look away. He felt a blush rising in his cheeks. A quick glance told him Amy was grinning, enjoying his discomfort. He didn’t know why this was all so much easier for her. He’d thought that he was the bold one.
In their family, Amy was the careful, considering, planning one. She was the one that didn’t take unnecessary risks. She was the one that played by the rules. She never cut in line. She never spoke out of turn. She never pocketed a bill that someone else had carelessly dropped. And Amy was the one that tried to make sure she had a royal flush before she made even a small bet.
She was two years older than him, yes, but he was still more daring. He considered himself to be more mature, too, especially in affairs of the heart. Or, rather, especially when it came to sex. She thought he was a hound. He thought he was well traveled.
Amy took her hand away to reach into her purse to pay the bill. Dan felt a sudden sadness as she did so.
“Let me, today, Sis,” Dan offered, knowing he couldn’t really afford to pay for even his own meal, let alone hers, too.
Amy looked up at him with her sea green eyes, her hand at rest in the maw of the purse. She hesitated a moment before continuing to look in it for cash.
“No, honey, I’ve got it.”
She had never called him honey before. It sounded strange, and a little unsettling. She’d been saying things like that throughout lunch.
“No, let me, come on,” Dan argued.
“It’s the twenty first century, sweetie,” she said, looking up at him with a smile. “Men don’t have to pay for their dates anymore. Anyway, I have a job.”
Dan glared at her, letting his face harden into ice.
“It’s not a date, Sis.”
“Whatever you say, lover,” she said, smiling, as she dropped some crumpled bills onto the check on the table. “I’ve gotta get back to work. I’m running late.”
She rose from her seat, then walked around the table to pass him on the way to the exit. As she reached him she suddenly bent down to put her broad, full mouth to his, or almost to his. She stopped with her lips just a hair’s breadth away. He felt one long, warm breath caress his lips.
She made a slow, soft kissing sound, then was up and off, never having touched him. Dan watched her walk away with a motion that made him sit up straight. He felt something stirring in him. He tried his best to ignore it.
* * *
It had happened, or rather started, rather innocently. He’d stopped by to visit her at her apartment on Friday after work. She was getting ready to go out for the evening with friends. He just wanted to borrow some CDs. As a poor, struggling senior in college, it was a lot cheaper than buying his own.
As long as he was there, she’d said she wanted his opinion.
“Be honest. Brutally honest, if you can.”
“About what?” Dan asked, not really listening, as he sorted through her collection. She had far too many slow, romantic pop albums. That stuff made his skin crawl. He’d thought she had better taste than that. At least, she did with everything other than music.
“As a guy, not as my brother, just as a guy.”
The way she’d phrased that made him pause. He swiveled his head to look her in the eye.
“Yes?”
“As a guy, on a scale from, say, eight to ten… am I hot?”
“Eight? Eight to ten?”
“I’m feeling fragile today. You can’t go lower than eight.”
Dan grunted as he turned back to selecting music. Amy always felt fragile. Or rather, she always felt insecure. He didn’t know why. She was smart. She was fun. And she was a total knockout, and she knew it. Dan had spent an embarrassingly large part of his life telling his friends that no, they couldn’t date her, so let it go.
“Come on, Dan. Okay, have it your way, on a scale from five to ten, how hot am I?”
“Are we talking hot as in simply attractive, or hot as in getting a guy to try to get into your lonely pants?”
Dan had said it without looking up. His bored, tired tone of voice said he wasn’t looking up, in case she didn’t notice.
“Into your pants hot,” she answered, ignoring the “lonely” comment.
Dan sighed loudly, realizing that this wasn’t going to stop until he gave it his full attention. Fine, if that was the way she wanted it.
He stood up to look her over. Only now did he notice that she was dressed to kill. It was funny that he hadn’t even noticed that she’d changed since he’d arrived. If she weren’t his sister, he was sure it would have hit him like a whole bottle of tequila. He wondered now which friends she was going out with, and who she was actually going after. He fought down a surge of inappropriate jealousy.
She wore a tight fitting, short, black dress. It was almost too low cut, showing too much of his sister’s cleavage in a way that made Dan a bit uncomfortable. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. High heels, makeup, lipstick, dangly earrings, she had everything she needed to get any guy that wasn’t gay to do anything she wanted, for, with, or to her.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Amy looked him in the eye, hesitating, as if she were suddenly too shy to model for her brother. She slowly spun in place, spinning her head to keep him in her sight the whole time. Her long, straight, pale blond hair flew around her as she whipped her chin from one shoulder to the other, taking her eyes from his only in that instant, but looking right back into his as soon as she could.
Dan silently whistled in his own head. He didn’t really need Amy to spin around to know what her curves looked like. She would have looked hot in flannel pajamas. It had been driving him crazy since he’d reached puberty and figured out that his body was attracted to girls, no matter what they did or how they acted, or who they were. The fact that she was his older sister hadn’t made her any less exciting to a growing teenage boy.
He’d gotten used to it by now. He’d numbed himself, over time, to his sister’s sex appeal. But when he stopped to look at her, to really look at her, his blood started pumping faster. Bodies like hers didn’t come along very often. Faces like hers didn’t come along very often. Finding them together, on one sweet, warm, intelligent woman, simply didn’t happen, ever.
Dan knew that for a fact. He’d been searching his whole short life for one woman that was half of what Amy was, and no one he’d met had ever come close. She thought he was a rogue because he never dated the same girl more than three times. She’d never know that it was because he knew he was never going to meet a girl as unbelievable as the one he’d grown up with, the one that he could never have. She herself had set the bar too high for him.
“Well? How long is this going to take?” she asked, growing impatient. He sensed that she was afraid that he wouldn’t give her a ten.
“Nine and a half,” he said, out of spite.
She wrinkled the corner of her lip at him, demonstrating a mix of disappointment and irritation.
“You lose a half a point because you’re my sister,” he explained quickly, feeling guilty about hurting her feelings, no matter how slight the insult was. She really was too sensitive. “A half a point because I can’t do any of the things the sight of you brings to mind.”
She immediately broke into a warm smile, which had its usual effect on Dan. He suddenly felt warm himself. It was mostly a contented warmth, the result of making her happy. It was also a slow burning, surging warmth, the inevitable result of seeing a beautiful, sexy woman smile at him lovingly.
* * *
Amy loved getting compliments from Dan, more than from any other man. She shouldn’t, she knew. He was her baby brother, but that was what made his words special. If she could get him aroused, she knew she’d gotten it right. If she could send her own brother into heat, she knew she was a hot bitch.
It helped that he was sexy himself, a ten on her own personal scale, brother or not. She generally liked guys that were different from her. She liked them dark and Mediterranean looking. Blond, clean-cut guys were a turn off, except for Dan. He had sandy blondish hair, with clean facial features that were too even, too symmetrical. But he also had a strong cut to his jaw and his cheek bones, with dirty blond facial hair that he only shaved every few days. It made him look more rugged, and he knew it.
He usually wore a bit of a scowl, or at best a serious, thoughtful look. The contrast between that stern, harsh, manly demeanor and the brightness of his wide smile was knee weakening. Whenever he switched from one to the other, Amy’s heart jumped.
Amy lowered her head, so that she could peer at him seductively from under her brow. She sauntered toward him with an exaggerated sway to her shoulders and hips, holding her hands to her thighs as she walked.
“What can I do to earn that half point, baby brother?” she asked coyly.
Dan broke into that wonderful grin. Amy felt herself instantly melting. She lost her composure then, letting a broad smile creep onto her face as well to hide her embarrassment.
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