Uncomplicated Ch. 01

She watched him settle back into the sofa and waited for him to start in on himself again. He leaned back on the armrest, facing Molly and spread his legs a little, giving her a front-row view of his package. His balls were shaved clean, and he was nicely manscaped, most of his pubic hair cut very short. This revelation impressed Molly, who had assumed her brother probably didn't have the sense to make himself more attractive down there. But, attractive he was, with defined pects, a flat muscular tummy and 6 or 7-inch hard cock.

Chase grabbed his erection and again began to stroke it for her. Molly sat in an identical position on the opposite armrest, letting her legs touch his, toying with her vagina through her underwear. She threw one leg over the back of the sofa, spreading her crotch open nicely for him, allowing the crease of her panties to expose a little of her pussy lips. She knew this would really get him. The wet area over her vagina began to soak through, making her panties translucent and revealing a hint of the pink flesh contained within.

Some pre-cum was beginning to form on the tip of Chase's dick and was milking out in a larger and larger glob as he stroked. He put three fingers in his mouth and wet them with saliva before slathering it all over the head of his penis, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum into a slippery film that covered the top half of his dick.

He began stroking his length, eyes fixed on the growing wet spot on Molly's underwear. She rubbed it for him, making more girl-juice soak through. Molly watched him stroke faster and faster, his balls bouncing up and down beneath his pumping fist. Chase was breathing rhythmically now. Molly was turned on and fascinated at the same time.

She watched him with undivided attention, his facial expressions, how he sometimes went faster, and sometimes went slower, how he used enough of his own natural lube to glide his hand over his cock, how his eyes fixated on her body, helping him have sex with her in his mind. She reached inside her panties and glided her middle finger between her slippery labia. She moaned as her finger penetrated her hidden vagina.

Chase could see his sister masturbating under her panties and was just beginning to approach climax. Harder and harder he pumped, unable to look away from Molly's hand in her underwear. The head of his cock was beginning to tickle—his eruption was just seconds away.

Molly watched her brother slow his stroking down to almost a standstill as he threw his head back and squeezed hard on his cock. "Gah!" Chase let out, as he started stroking fast again, causing several gobs of cum to skeet onto his belly and chest. She felt a chill in her body as she tried to imagine what Chase was feeling and thinking as he was shooting his load all over himself.

Chase examined the semen on his body, and then looked up at Molly, her hand still in her underwear. She hadn't taken her eyes off of his cock, which was now dripping with cum. She couldn't believe what she had just seen—a glimpse into her brother's sexual world. She was completely turned on.

Chase quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to clean himself up. Molly lustily watched his white naked ass go into the bathroom and disappear behind the door. She grabbed her robe without putting it on and ran upstairs to her room.

When Chase emerged from the bathroom, he wasn't surprised to see his sister gone. He was no longer interested in her anyway. He slipped his underwear on and sat down on the sofa, grabbing the game controller. That was really weird, he thought to himself, but he felt good, and was ready to shoot some bad guys.

Molly shut her bedroom door and examined herself in her dresser mirror, trying to see her body though Chase's eyes. She wished she was skinnier. She wished she had taken more after her mom.

She heard the familiar video game explosions through the floor, and shook her head at her reflection with a scowl, slightly annoyed at how fast a guy could shift his attention. She rubbed her breasts with her right hand, while her left wandered down into her panties. Molly was anticipating having her own orgasm soon. She moaned as she rubbed her clit. She pushed two fingers into her vagina and had to put her other hand in the dresser to steady herself. She imagined this is how Chase would finger her.

She slid off her panties and admired her freshly shaven pussy, completely hairless except for a small tuft of pubic hair above her slit. She turned around to look at her ample round ass. She bent over a little, making it more attractive. She was so horny she wished she would have done more with Chase than just watch him jerk off. But, they had really gone too far already. It didn't matter; she was going to satisfy herself.

Molly got on the bed and grabbed her big pillow, laying it lengthwise so she could straddle it. Humping her pillow was one of her favorite alone-time activities. She lightly rubbed her pussy on the fabric of the pillowcase, grinding her hips into it in a cowgirl position. She rubbed her breasts while her clit was lightly stimulated by the soft pillow. She could see herself in the dresser mirror and watched her hips thrust sexily.

She needed more stimulation, so she lay down on the pillow, hugging it tightly while she squeezed the pillow between her legs. Her right hand wandered underneath her body until it found her wet vagina. She fingered her clit while she rocked her hips back and forth on the pillow.

Meanwhile, Chase had come upstairs to get something to eat and expected to find his sister in the kitchen. Out of curiosity, he shuffled down the hall without calling her name and stopped at her bedroom door. He knew she wasn't in the bathroom, because the door was open and the light was off. A little hesitantly, he put his ear to Molly's bedroom door to listen. She was in there; he could hear rustling noises. He listened longer. He heard what he thought was his sister's voice, making a noise, but not really speaking.

Suddenly, he felt the blood shift into his cock as he realized what she was doing. Very carefully, he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it to see if it was locked. It turned freely, so he continued twisting it slowly so it wouldn't make a noise. When the latch was free, he pushed the door open very slightly so he could see in through the crack.

He could see his sister's bed from the foot end. Molly was sprawled out diagonally on it. Her ass was visible, thrusting repeatedly into her pillow, jiggling beautifully with each stroke. Chase smiled at this beautiful discovery. He grew an instant erection watching that bouncing, sexy ass. He pushed the door open further until he could see his sister's entire body. Her head was turned away and she was lying on her right arm. The tip of her finger was barely visible, fingering her clit.

Chase dropped his boxers to the floor and crept into Molly's room, sitting down on the floor to watch the show.

Molly pulled her arm out from under her and reached around behind her, rubbing her ass with her hand, slipping it between her cheeks and down her crack, eventually finding her pussy. Two fingers penetrated as she continued humping her pillow. She scooted her right knee up high, making it easier for her to reach and giving Chase a better view of her pretty shaved pussy.

Still unaware of her brother's presence, Molly continued masturbating, banging herself at a moderate pace while moaning with every exhale. "Mmm..." she began saying.

Chase casually stroked his erection while he watched her vagina, admiring the glistening pink folds as her fingers rammed in and out, listening to the beautiful sloshing of her fingers pushing through the slippery mucus inside. "Mmm...Mmm..." Molly went on. "Mmm...Oh yeah." Her voice got higher. "Mmmm" she squealed. "Oh God you're gonna make me cum...You're gonna make me cum...Mmmm make me cum, Chase!"

"What?" Chase exclaimed before he could stop himself.

"Jesus!" Molly yelled, flipping over and attempting to cover herself with the sheet. "What the fuck are you doing in here?! How long have you been there?"

"Not long enough; I wish I'd gotten here sooner!" he said with a laugh.

"Get out! Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"The object of your desire, apparently," he said just as he caught Molly's sex-pillow upside the head.

"You're a lousy bastard for sneaking up on me like that."

"Sorry, sis. I was getting turned on watching your ass. I mean, look." He pointed to his hard dick. "You kind of owed me a show, anyway."

"Not like that! I thought I was alone," she protested.

"It made it more exciting that way," he pointed out.

Molly sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet around her breasts.

Still sitting on the floor, Chase pondered Molly calling out his name just now. "So," he began, and then paused momentarily. "You were fantasizing about me?"

"Get over yourself; you're just the flavor of the week," she said as coldly as she could.

"That's okay; I'll take a week. What were you imagining me doing?"

"I was imagining you were making me a sundae, genius."

"Was I fucking you?" he asked, very interested in the answer.

Molly sighed loudly. "Yes, but don't get the idea that I'm interested in actually doing it. We will never do that, understand? It must remain a fantasy. Jesus, it would kill Mom."

"I think we're doing enough to kill her right now," he pointed out. "Can I borrow that pillow tonight?" he asked jokingly.

"Dickhead."

"I'm hungry," declared Chase, jumping up and grabbing his boxers at the door. He headed for the kitchen, donning his underwear with his first two steps down the hall.

Chase decided to be nice and fix something for both of them. He rummaged through the freezer and found a frozen pizza. Throwing it in the oven, Chase sat down in the living room to watch TV for a while.

Molly lay naked on her bed, still disbelieving her brother had the audacity to sneak into her room during a private moment. Furthering her embarrassment was the fact that she had inadvertently revealed to him that he was the object of her fantasy. She laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation. Still, she couldn't help but be amused that Chase was enraptured with lust watching her have sex with herself. "Fair's fair," she thought to herself. They had both gotten brief glimpses into the other's private world.

Her thoughts wandered back to Ryan. Not that she was really shaken by their breakup, but she was tired of the same cycle—date a few times, get serious, have sex, relationship fades. She dreamed of finding the right guy. She dreamed of being loved, loved for who she was, not what she was. She cursed herself for shedding another tear over him.

Molly realized she was feeling hungry too. Grabbing a dry pair of panties from her dresser, she threw a nightshirt on and went to the living room.

Molly sat down on the recliner across from Chase and looked out the window. After a while, Chase glanced her way. Molly had an unpleasant expression on her face.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded, still looking out the window.

"You don't look okay. What's the matter?"

Molly started to weep. "I feel so used," she cried.

"Oh, jeez, Molly, I didn't—"

"No, I'm not talking about us," she assured him. Chase eyed her intently. "It's always a joke that guys want me for one thing, but lately I think it's the truth."

"You mean Ryan?" Chase probed.

"I mean Ryan, and Jake, and pretty much everyone I've ever dated. Men are pigs, and are only interested in one thing. Ryan proved that to me tonight."

"Not all men are so shallow," he tried to reason.

"You know, I used to believe that, but I'm losing faith. I used to have a reason to believe I was going to find love. But it was stupid."

"What was it?" Chase prodded.

She thought about whether to tell him. The letter had been close to her heart for a long time. She had never talked about it with anyone. She figured if she could tell anybody, she could tell Chase. Molly began, hesitantly, "There was...this one guy, well, at least I think it was a guy, who wrote me the sweetest letter. He told me I was the girl of his dreams, and he was the man I deserved to be with. He said things that spoke to my soul—things that made me believe that true love was out there for me. And after all that, he signed it anonymously. I figured he would reveal himself, and I waited for him to show, but he never did."

Chase gulped, remembering the letter he'd written. "You don't have any idea who it was?" He played dumb.

"No, but it must have been somebody who knew me, because he said some things that only a friend would know. I had a few hunches, like Ben from my high school chemistry class, or Eddie from up the street, but nothing ever panned out."

"Hmm," Chase grunted. He wondered how long he could keep this charade up.

"But now I just think it was just a hoax—somebody's cruel attempt at having fun." Molly fought back more tears. She was finally coming to the realization that the letter was a fraud. The promised dream-guy she had been holding out for was nothing at all, merely a phantom of her idealized notion of love. It was time to give up on such foolishness.

Chase sensed the despair in her voice. She was at a turning point. Her self-esteem was hanging by a brittle thread. His mind raced, trying to decide what to do.

"I was foolish to believe it in the first place," she went on. "Guys like that just don't exs—"

"I wrote it," Chase blurted out. Molly fell silent. "I wrote the letter," he repeated.

The long silence in the room was broken only by the oven timer, signaling the pizza was done.

Molly stared at Chase, shocked at the new revelation. She sat silently, trying to fit the newly discovered pieces of the puzzle together. Chase got up and went to the kitchen to retrieve the pizza from the oven.

He put the pizza on the island counter and returned to the oven to close the door. He stood for a moment, contemplating the effect his admission might have had on Molly. He hoped she wouldn't be too upset with him.

He turned around to find his sister standing right behind him, her pretty blue eyes slightly wet. "I don't understand," she admonished.

Chase looked at the floor and scratched his eyebrow with his pinky, thinking of what to say. "You were going through a tough time. I didn't want you to start seeing yourself like the dickheads you dated saw you. I knew you were better than that. So I gave you...some encouragement."

Pieces began falling into place for Molly. Reconciling the guy whom she had always known as her brother—the annoying, immature, meddling little sibling—with the one she subconsciously perceived in her heart, the caring, loving, do-anything-for-his-sister guy were finally merging. She always felt deep down that she had special feelings for her brother, but superficial barriers would always block the realization, keeping it just out of consciousness, like a sour note ruining the harmony. Revealing himself as the author of that letter seemed to be the catalyst that started the domino wall of their emotional separation tumbling down.

"I meant everything I said in that letter," Chase continued. He looked back up at her. "It was devious, I know. I'm sor—"

Molly leaned in and kissed him in mid-sentence. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Chase hugged her waist, pulling her into him. It felt so good to touch her lovingly. He was relieved she wasn't angry with him.

Molly held him for several long seconds before looking at his face. "Isn't that just my luck? Prince Charming is my fucking brother!" she laughed, wiping tears off her cheeks.

The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked pizza assumed control of both of them, and they each began devouring the pizza, standing at the kitchen island, wearing little more than their underwear. By the time the pizza was half gone, Molly's head was buzzing with questions.

"Chase?"

"Yeah?" he replied, still with a mouthful of pizza.

"Why did you do that for me?"

He took a drink to clear his throat. "I don't know, I guess maybe I was a little jealous of your shithead boyfriends. I clearly cared about you more than they did. There aren't too many ways a brother can show his affection to his sister, you know? Do you still have the letter?"

"Yes. In fact, I just read it again about a month ago. I was pretty sure Ryan wasn't the guy," she said with a smile.

"I didn't mean to mess with your feelings, Bun," Chase implored. "I didn't really think you would take it very seriously."

Molly laughed, fighting back more tears. She didn't know if this particular emotional surge was her reacting to her brother's loving words, or the fact that he used an old nickname she hadn't heard for years.

"There's a name I haven't heard in awhile," she said, laughing.

"What? Oh, did I call you Bun?"

One Halloween when they were very young, Molly dressed as the Easter Bunny. Chase went around calling her 'Molly Bunny' for months afterward, which got shortened to 'Molly Bun,' and eventually to just 'Bun.' She always yelled at him when he called her that, but they secretly both liked it.

Molly leaned onto the counter and looked her brother over with fresh eyes. The lust she had eyed him with earlier had rapidly evolved into affectionate attraction. It felt so strange to look at Chase this way. No longer was he a pest that she had to tolerate around the house, but a person she genuinely wanted to be with. She thought it remarkable that a simple act of kindness could cause one's perspective to shift so dramatically. She felt ashamed that she wasn't able to see it on her own.

Chase looked at her quizzically. "Are you okay? You have a faraway look in your eyes."

Molly stepped around to his side of the island counter and slipped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest. Chase hugged her, rubbing her back. She pressed her body into him, hugging him tighter and tighter. Molly felt better right at that moment than she had in the arms of any lover. Overcome by impulse, she kissed his neck without thinking. She stopped for a moment and thought about what she just did. It felt right.

She felt Chase's heart beat harder at this sudden show of affection. She kissed him some more, opening her mouth and caressing his neck with her tongue. Chase leaned back on the hard counter, smelling her hair while she nibbled on his neck. He felt his blood pressure double at the thrill of Molly nuzzling him in such a loving way. She kissed her way up his neck and onto his chin, where she waited for his reciprocation. Chase kissed his sister on the lips, mouth closed at first, then opening up, accepting her tongue into his mouth, like he would kiss a girlfriend—a beautiful, sexy girlfriend. Chase stopped and looked Molly in the eyes for a brief second, acknowledging a tender step forward, then continued kissing her.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," she whispered. Molly broke their embrace and took Chase's hand, leading him out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. It was nine o'clock.

Chase watched his sister's round ass through her nightshirt as they walked into her room. He wasn't sure what to expect. She was beautiful with a smile on her lips. He hadn't seen a lot of that lately.

Molly contemplated what they were doing. She had just led her brother into her room, holding hands, like she would a boyfriend sneaking in some loving while her parents were out. It was wrong. She knew this was a very risky path they were taking. But, the uncontrollable attraction she was feeling for him was guiding her way. It didn't feel wrong. But, she was still trying to wrap her head around this new perspective of their relationship.

"Why did you feel so strongly for me back then?" she said referring to his motivation for writing the letter. "I mean, I never gave you any good reasons to love me like that."