Uncomplicated Ch. 01

"Oh my God, are you kidding?" he said incredulously. He was visibly agitated at her obtuse comment. "What about when I broke my ankle hiking and you sat with me, holding my hand in your lap for two hours while we waited for the emergency crew to get up the mountain?"

Molly didn't realize that was such a big deal.

"Or the time I dented Dad's car and you made up that story about your friends doing it, saving me from getting grounded. Or when..." He gathered himself. "...or when Rachel dumped me." His voice trailed off.

Molly had been there for him when Chase lost his first girlfriend due to his own stupidity. Chase was dating Rachel right when he was maturing into a high school hottie. He thought he was going to have chicks lining up for him, and started two-timing Rachel like a douche bag. Rachel wisely dumped him and wouldn't take him back. Molly had literally been a shoulder to cry on through the ordeal, and Chase had grown very emotionally close to Molly after the comfort she brought him. He didn't really know what he was feeling for her at the time. Now he would simply call it love.

Molly was taken aback by these admonitions. She never considered any of the support and love she gave Chase to be anything other than her duty as a sister. Chase had gotten himself a little worked up in attempting to convey to Molly her importance to him. She saw a tiny tear in the outside corner of his eye and pressed it off with her thumb.

Molly kept her hand on Chase's face for a few seconds, before smoothing his dark hair back over his ear. She ran her fingers through his hair again, looking into his blue-gray eyes. She would see her brother differently from now on. She saw the same eyes she had always known, but now the love behind them was visible.

Chase could have gone on and on with reasons why he felt attached to Molly, but she didn't need any more convincing. She pulled his head down to her and kissed him again, touching his tongue as they swished their mouths open and closed. They staggered toward the bed and plopped down on it, sitting up, still kissing.

They were nearly naked already, Molly in her nightshirt and undies and Chase wearing boxers. Chase touched her breast, feeling the softness through her nightshirt. He kissed down her neck, smelling her sweet body lotion, feeling her nipple protruding through the fabric of her shirt. He continued onto her shoulder, stretching the loose fabric out of the way. Molly's smell and taste were increasing Chase's fervid lust.

All of the fantasies he'd dreamed of his sister, all the unmentionable endeavors he'd ever contemplated were emerging in his head. To be actually sitting on the bed with Molly, lovingly kissing on her seemed like another one of those fantasies. He could barely grasp the weight of the moment—that having sex with her right now would change their relationship forever.

Molly was having an easier time appreciating the potential consequences of their actions. Her mind was abuzz with her new feelings for Chase. She loved him; this she already knew. But, the manner and intensity of her love she had only just come to realize. Chase meant something to her—something very important—too important to treat their love carelessly. But how she wanted him! Feeling his wet mouth love its way down her neck, passionately inviting her lustful reaction, was close to crumbling her defenses.

Chase pulled up on her nightshirt. Molly put her arms up and allowed it to come off. He immediately dipped down to her breasts and suckled her nipple. The feeling was ecstasy to Molly, who lovingly caressed his hair, watching him lightly bite her, then slurp her in, opening his mouth to accommodate her entire nipple and areola. She lay back on the bed, with Chase following her down.

He straddled her, and kissed back up her chest to her neck. Molly felt his back, rubbing her hands down until they reached the waistband of his underwear. She lustfully slipped both hands inside, palming his firm ass, squeezing his cheeks hard.

Chase reached back and lovingly caressed her soft inner thigh. She pulled one hand out of his underwear and touched his chest. Molly was astonished at how much her brother was turning her on. He felt as sexy as he looked! Even in her fantasies he wasn't this sensual of a lover. Her need to make love to him was growing ever stronger. On impulse, she pushed her panties part way down. She just wanted to be naked. She wanted to be naked with Chase.

Chase helped her pull them the rest of the way off. Molly was conflicted. She couldn't think clearly. She wanted him terribly, but she knew taking their sexual relationship to its fruition would be disastrous. There was no way she would risk losing the brother she knew and loved, allowing him to dispense with her after finally getting inside her, like every other guy did. She needed to find the strength to stop before they traveled too far down the slippery slope.

Chase lay on top of her, body to body with all his weight, kissing her gently on the mouth. His chest rested on her soft tits, their thighs pressed together, his hard cock, still trapped inside his underwear, laying between them, nuzzled against her vagina, centered on her clit. His sister's soft body seemed to fit his just right. They felt so perfect together, like the last two pieces of the puzzle, finally united. How could this not be right?

Chase ground his hard dick on top of Molly, evoking a high-pitched moan from her. He was loving her the right way; he was keeping the pace slow; he was pushing her buttons gently. They kissed and rubbed for several minutes, not hurrying, enjoying each other. Molly's resolve had weakened past the point of rational thought. The rapture of having her brother's weight smothering her body brought her an almost dreamlike comfort. She thought she could lay in that blissful state forever.

Chase decided it was time to lose his underwear and got off Molly momentarily to slip them off onto the bed next to Molly's panties. In that fleeting moment, Molly came to her senses. She rolled onto her side and encouraged Chase with her arms to lie down next to her. He followed her lead and lay on his side, facing her. Molly was glowing with feminine beauty. Chase could sense the love in her eyes, so pleasant, so comforting.

Molly smiled at him. She had found control once again. Her body ached for sex, but her heart was filled with love. "Chase," she began. "Please don't take this wrong way."

"What, Bun?"

"We need to stop."

Chase gave her a hard stare. He was ready to show his love to her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted a girl. He was bursting with desire for his sister.

"I think we might be making a mistake if we continue," she went on. "I love you. Our relationship means more to me than anything."

After a very long pause, he reluctantly nodded. He could see it in her eyes.

Molly suddenly burst into tears. "And I don't want to screw it up!" she sobbed.

Chase kissed her forehead and wiped Molly's wet cheeks with his hand.

"I don't understand," he said. "I love you too, Molly. I always have."

"I know. I'm sorry," she said, trying to stifle down her weeping. "I don't know what to do. I don't want our relationship to be complicated." She was afraid to admit the true root of her fear: Chase would forget he loved her once they had sex. She knew it was irrational. It was real, nevertheless.

Chase knew whatever fear she had was unfounded. Nothing could change how he felt about her. He loved her. He would still love her just as much no matter what happened. Attempting to convince her of that would be pointless, and might send her the wrong message. He wasn't going to try and manipulate her for sex; she had already had enough of that in her life. He was disappointed, but he loved her too much to be angry.

"Jesus Christ, leave it to a woman to see the deeper meaning of anything fun," he said in a feigned, cool tone. He stared at her hard.

Molly stared back with equal ferocity, before her glare softened into a smile. Chase smiled back. She lightly slapped him on the cheek. "Men. All you want is sex."

"You mean there's something else?"

"Yes, but your feeble male mind wouldn't understand," she said, wiping the last of the moisture from her eyes.

"You're right; if I can't eat it, screw it or kill it, I'm not interested."

She laughed and hugged Chase tight, pressing their naked bodies together. She kissed him lovingly. She didn't know where they would go from here, but their love was still in its true form, and that was all that mattered to Molly.

"Sleep in my bed with me?" she asked sweetly.

Chase smiled and nodded. Molly sat up and saw the two pair of underwear lying on the bed. She selected Chase's boxers and slipped them on.

Chase grabbed Molly's big sex pillow and laid his head on it, squeezing half of it in his arms. He hoped to discover Molly's feminine scent on it, but could only find the aroma of her Prince Matchabelli body spray. It was a close second.

"Are you sleeping with my secret lover?" she joked. "I guess you can borrow him, but remember he's mine."

"Funny, he smells a lot like a woman," Chase countered.

"Turn over," she requested of him. Chase turned so his back was to Molly, still holding her pillow.

Molly spooned up next to Chase's naked body and hugged him tight with one arm. She stroked his head with her free hand. She had seen her brother in many different lights over the years. Most commonly, she saw him as a raving moron, as most boys were. Sometimes she saw him as a vulnerable sibling that needed guidance and love. Now, she could also see him as a caring lover. She had just inadvertently discovered that he wasn't in her bed just for sex. If he was, he'd have been gone by now after the crushing one-two punch of Molly's tease-rejection.

Chase drifted off to sleep in the comfort of his sister's bed and her gentle caressing fingers. Molly followed not long after.

The sound of the garage door closing and movement in the kitchen woke Molly in a panic. She looked at her clock. It was 12:45 AM and their parents were home. "Chase!" she whispered loudly, shaking her brother. "Chase, wake up! Mom and Dad are home, you gotta get out of here!" She feared her mother would be coming in to check up on her after the date she was supposed to have tonight. Kathleen always kept close tabs on her kids' love lives.

Chase opened his eyes, disoriented from finding himself in Molly's room. Then he remembered. Still naked, he climbed out of Molly's bed and crept down the hall to his own room. Still groggy, he crashed on his bed and went right back to sleep.

Molly turned off the lamp on her nightstand and pulled the covers back over her. She felt an unfamiliar waistband around her midsection and impulsively grabbed it, before she remembered she was wearing her brother's underwear. Comforted, Molly smiled as she drifted back to sleep.

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The next day, Chase sat high in the lifeguard chair under a yellow umbrella. His eyes were on two small kids who were getting too close to the deep water rope, but his mind was on his sister. He popped his whistle a couple times to warn the kids back.

He was still trying to piece together what happened between them last night. His heart was longing to be with Molly. He wondered if she would be home when his shift ended this afternoon. That's not something that was ever on his mind before. He still couldn't believe he revealed himself as the author of the letter. He told her on impulse, as a last ditch effort to keep her from losing faith, to keep her head above water. He loved her. If no other man was going to appreciate her for who she was, then he knew she would at least have him. He was comforted by that thought.

He spotted Kara and Ashley with a couple friends and watched them talk. Kara was a slender blonde with sizable tits for a small frame. He wondered if she was with Ryan last night. Oddly, the thought of Ryan going out on Molly like that pissed him off, but he was glad it worked out that way. What if Molly had gone out with Ryan last night? Things would have turned out a lot differently, that's for sure.

Before last night, Chase had been scheming how to get into Ashley's bikini. She had the sweetest ass of any girl that hung out at the pool. Her bikini bottom style of choice was the kind that rode into her crack and showed off half her ass cheeks. Chase always found himself distracted from his lifeguard duties when she was around. But now, she didn't seem so important.

At noon, Chase took his lunch break, but wasn't really interested in what he brought to eat. He grabbed his phone and saw there was a message from Molly. "Who's at the pool?"

"The usual suspects," he replied. "Kara is here with Ashley and Em and some girl I don't know."

"How does Kara look?" Molly texted back.

"Fucking amazing" was his reply. A few seconds later, he added, "...if you like skinny girls." He added a wink to the end.

"Do you like skinny girls?" she asked.

"I like pretty girls."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Sure, when you try hard enough," he kidded.

"Douche. Don't be late—Mom has a surprise."

Four o'clock finally arrived and Chase headed for home from the pool, starving for dinner. He was looking through the fridge when his mom came into the kitchen.

"Don't eat yet," warned Kathleen. "We're taking you guys out for dinner tonight."

"Where?" inquired Chase.

"We were thinking the new Italian place on the riverfront."

Kathleen was a very pretty brunette, fairly slender, but not quite like the gymnast she was nineteen years ago before she had Molly. But, even at 40 she was a knockout. Chase's friends reminded him of that constantly.

"What's the occasion?" he asked. Just then Molly walked into the kitchen, looking very pretty, as if for another date.

Kathleen answered, "Nothing really. We feel bad for Molly getting stood up last night, so we thought maybe getting out of the house would make her feel better. She said you were a comfort to her last night; that was a good brother, Chase."

"Uh, yeah, sure. What are brothers for?" he said awkwardly, glancing at Molly.

"He's good to talk to if you can tear him away from the videogames, right Molly?"

"Yeah," Molly laughed. "But he's easily distracted."

Chase hoped he didn't blush at Molly's brazen inside joke.

"Get a shower, chief," ordered his mother. "We're leaving in forty-five."

Chase showered up and got dressed, happy to be with his family tonight. He spotted his bottle of Versace Eros sitting in the back of the cabinet. He almost never wore cologne. Molly had mentioned one time how Eros turned her on. "What the hell," he said under his breath, and slapped some on.

The drive to the riverfront was a good half hour, and Chase and Molly enjoyed the evening views from the back seat of the family SUV. They made some small chit chat, but largely couldn't talk about the most important thing on their minds.

"What's that smell?" inquired their father, Jon from the driver's seat.

"It's Chase's cologne," Molly happily informed him. "He thinks he's gonna score tonight!"

The whole car, except for Chase, got a giggle out of the joke. "How is Tiffany?" Jon asked Chase, looking at him in the rear view mirror.

"We broke up two weeks ago, Dad," Chase informed him, a little annoyed.

"Oh, right. Too bad, she was cute."

"Yes, she was cute," agreed Kathleen. "But she isn't the only girl out there," she advised like mothers do.

Jon and Kathleen went about discussing household issues in the front seat, while the back seat got quiet. Chase looked at Molly's hands on her lap. He slowly reached over and took her hand, intertwining their fingers. Molly's eyes widened with surprise and glanced at the front seat before she looked at him with a slightly panicked look. She grabbed her light jacket with her free hand and dropped it onto their hands, obscuring the view from the front seat.

She secretly caressed his hand under the jacket with her thumb. "Have you heard from her at all?" she asked him, referring to Tiffany.

"No. I sent her a message about three days ago, and haven't heard back." She had broken Chase's heart and Molly knew it. Chase didn't mope around the house about it, but she knew that Tiffany had moved on before Chase.

Molly slipped her other hand under the jacket and caressed Chase's forearm. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "It's her loss. She didn't deserve a guy like you. You know it's true." Glancing at the rear view mirror to see if her dad's eyes were on the road, she kissed Chase gently on the cheek.

Whatever regrettable thoughts Chase was having about Tiffany at that moment evaporated with that tender kiss. His heart felt warm and loved. He smiled at Molly.

Dinner was happy with lively conversation about Chase and Molly's upcoming college year. Chase was going to be a freshman and Molly a sophomore. They were both looking at bright futures. Molly was already headed for a career path of translating sign language for the deaf. Chase and Molly enjoyed the family time and the attention they were getting from their parents tonight, but their minds were on each other.

Molly watched her parents peruse the wine list, both their faces hidden behind the binder. Casually, she reached over and put her hand on Chase's thigh, causing him to tense up. She smiled at his reaction and decided to tease him a little by moving her hand to his inner thigh and creep toward his crotch. Chase glanced around to see if anyone else was watching them. He shot his sister a stern look and she withdrew her hand, smiling. Being more discreet, she slipped her leg under Chase's under the table and crossed her other one over, kind of hugging his leg with hers. She held him there without moving until the main entrees arrived.

Kathleen eyed her two kids after dinner. "You two seem to be getting along well tonight," she noted, as she waited for her coffee. "Maybe some sibling bonding last night? You two are growing up."

Molly rudely pushed on Chase's head, tipping him sideways for a moment, to prove her mother wrong. "Way to go, Mom," said Chase, poking his sister in the side.

Molly leaned over to Chase and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry for disappointing you last night. I want to make it up to you." Chase smiled at his empty dinner plate. He tried to imagine what she had in mind.

It was almost ten when they got home that evening, having stopped for ice cream on the way. It was a good night. Chase was tired, having spent the whole afternoon in the sun. Kathleen and Molly were engrossed in conversation that didn't interest Chase. By eleven he was ready to turn in and said goodnight to his family.

Lying in bed, Chase finally was alone with his thoughts. Molly was front and center in his mind, particularly how beautiful she seemed to him tonight. Whatever residual pain he was feeling over losing Tiffany, Molly had eased it away. He wondered what she meant when she said she would make it up to him. He figured it probably wasn't going to happen tonight. He fantasized about making love to her. Happy thoughts melted into peaceful sleep.

A hand on his bare back caused him to stir. He looked at his clock. It was almost three in the morning. The tickle of long hair joined the hand on his back. Chase awoke enough to realize who it was. "I couldn't sleep," Molly said.

"So you thought you would try a smaller bed that already had a person in it?" Chase expertly hid his joy at having his sister in bed with him.

"Move over, moron."

Chase rolled away from her, turning himself over to face her. Molly climbed in bed next to him and laid her head on his pillow. "Mom is worried about my love life. Kept me up till one," she said.

"Better you than me."

"She thinks I should get back together with Ronnie. But she doesn't know how small his dick is."