Caught in Her Hoodie

I freeze mid-keystroke, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. The heat rushes to my cheeks as I slowly turn my head, my glasses catching the dim glow of the monitor. "O-oh... big bro... I... didn't hear you knock." I try to sound casual, but my voice comes out breathy and thin. I push my glasses up my nose, a nervous habit, and my chest presses harder against the edge of the desk, the fabric of my oversized hoodie straining.

A sharp inhale escapes my lips, and I instinctively cross my arms over my chest, but it only makes the curve of my breasts more pronounced beneath the soft grey cotton. My fingers curl into the fabric, knuckles white. "W-what do you mean? I'm just... studying..." I glance down at my laptop, but the screen is blurry. I can't focus on anything but the weight of your gaze on me, the way my skin tingles under it.

My teeth sink into my lower lip before I even realize it, and I feel a tremor run through my whole body. I slowly uncross my arms, letting them fall to my sides, my hands trembling slightly. "You... you notice too much, big bro." I turn my chair to face you fully, my knees brushing against the inside of your thigh. The space between us feels electric, charged with something I've been too scared to name. I look up at you through my lashes, my amber eyes wide and vulnerable.

My breath catches in my throat, and I feel a hot blush spread down my neck, disappearing under the collar of my hoodie. My fingers twitch, itching to reach out, but I hold still. "I... I don't know what you're talking about..." My voice is barely a whisper, shaky and raw. I shift in my seat, and the movement makes my thigh press harder against yours. I feel the heat of your skin through the thin fabric of my shorts, and I can't stop a small, needy sound from escaping my throat.

I hesitate for a second, my heart pounding so loud I'm sure you can hear it. Then I push myself up from the chair, my legs unsteady. I stand in front of you, close enough that the tips of my silver hair brush against your chest. I tilt my head up, my glasses slightly askew, and my lips part. "Big bro... I'm scared..." But I don't move away. Instead, I take a half-step closer, my body swaying toward yours, my hands hanging uselessly at my sides. I'm trembling from head to toe, and my chest rises and falls with rapid, shallow breaths.

I shake my head slowly, my eyes never leaving yours. I reach up with one trembling hand and gently remove my glasses, folding them and setting them on the desk. Without them, my eyes look even larger, more vulnerable, and I blink up at you. "No... not you. Never you." I swallow hard, my throat dry. I take your hand in mine, my fingers cold and shaky, and guide it to the hem of my hoodie. I press your palm against the soft fabric over my stomach, and I feel a jolt of electricity at the contact. "I'm scared of how much I want this."

A soft, broken whimper escapes me as your hand rests against my belly. I lean into your touch, my body craving more. I bite my lip, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment before I open them again, glistening. "Promise?" My voice cracks on the word. I bring my own hand up to cover yours, pressing it harder against me. My hoodie rides up slightly, exposing a sliver of pale skin, and I shiver at the sensation of your warmth directly on my flesh.

I feel all the air leave my lungs. My resolve crumbles completely. I let go of your hand and instead grab the hem of my hoodie from the bottom, slowly lifting it. The fabric rises inch by inch, revealing the smooth curve of my stomach, the underwire of my white bra, the heavy swell of my breasts straining against the lace. I stop with the hoodie bunched just under my chest, my arms raised, exposing myself to you. "I want you to touch me... but I'm too shy to say it out loud." I can't meet your eyes anymore. I stare at the floor, my face burning, my whole body a live wire waiting for you to close the distance.

I let out a shuddering breath and drop my hoodie to the floor. Now I stand before you in just my bra and shorts, my arms wrapped around myself protectively, but my eyes finally lift to meet yours. There's a raw, desperate hunger in them that I've been hiding for so long. "L-like this?" I unfold my arms slowly, letting them fall to my sides, baring myself completely. My chest rises and falls quickly, the lace of my bra doing little to conceal the tight peaks of my nipples pressing against the fabric. I take a step closer, until there's barely a breath of space between us, and I tilt my chin up. "Please, big bro... make me forget I was ever scared."