...but that was perfectly natural for what was to happen. Then she checked his pulse. Steady and strong. He was fine.
She may have looked lightweight, but with all the special training her parents made her do to fight ghosts, she had earned some good muscle. And she demonstrated, unfortunately to no one, as her only audience was her unconscious brother, just how strong she was by picking him up into a firemenís carry and taking him upstairs to her bed. Her slightly wet bed.
This is bad, she thought, looking at the sleeping form of her younger brother. Itís one thing to be discovered masturbating. Itís quite another for your little brother, whoís probably even less in control of his hormones than you to be the one to discover you. Itís even worse when heís the object of your fantasy. And now he was in her room. Unconscious. In his pajamas.
She glanced up and down his body again, this time paying attention to his crotch more than any other part. He cock was there. Hidden by two thin layers of clothing. His balls were there, too. Small, yet just big enough to be a mouthful. She would love to-Stop. She had to stop. Thinking like this would get her in trouble. So she stopped.