Eric tipped over, landing her back onto the bed. He hadn't let go, and maybe if Amber made the effort to wrench away she'd free herself, taking him by surprise. Then again, he'd probably see that coming and pull on her arms even tighter—it’d be a true defeat. This, here, was a simple petering out; he’d tire out sooner or later and let her go. It’d be an unofficial win, and Amber preferred a half-victory over an absolute loss.
It was still cozy, sweet, lying together like this. The covers were bundled up at towards the end of the bed, from when Amber had kicked them off as she heated up in her half-asleep state. The sheets were rumpled and stained from last night-- she'd really have to wash them, now that she'd been forced to climb in with her slippers on-- but soft. With Eric's forearms gradually relaxing against her chest, and her legs brushing against his, Amber felt wonderfully lazy.
There was only one problem: Eric wasn't even a little bit aroused. She almost frowned. There'd been times—last night, to start with-- when just seeing her was enough to get him hard. Was he already getting bored? Couples often lost their sex drive, she knew that; didn't know it could be this fast. Her own drive hadn't gone anywhere; it was right here, ready to zoom off at the slightest indication. But she wouldn't initiate. No. Wouldn't provoke him with a kiss, or a hand to his crotch; turning on a guy with a blow job was cheating, anyone could do that. Amber wanted to see how long they could be close without it even occurring to Eric that they could fuck-- if it ever did.
And what did Amber have to offer but sex?
At least he hadn't been off-put by her question. Amber could hardly believe how casually he spoke, as if his brother weren't out there somewhere rotting in jail. The way he described it, they sounded like any other set of siblings. Amber would've never known better, if Eric hadn't told her. She listened to his memories with a heavy heart. Even his parents seemed so-- so normal. "Sounds like your dad knew how to handle you two."
Amber turned her face towards his. It was nice like this. Near, intimate, but not staring each other down. It was easy to think back, then to speak; no wonder he'd been able to recall his brother without becoming upset. "Nah, if I didn't stick up for myself, they'd have buried me alive. Geoffrey more than Brian, but only because Brian was the smallest." If Amber had been the youngest, Brian would've taken advantage of that; by the time he was old enough to be bigger and stronger, they were teenagers and past the age for physical fights. "Mom was always telling us to behave, and dad said the same things to make her happy, but they couldn't stop us when their backs were turned."
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It was still cozy, sweet, lying together like this. The covers were bundled up at towards the end of the bed, from when Amber had kicked them off as she heated up in her half-asleep state. The sheets were rumpled and stained from last night-- she'd really have to wash them, now that she'd been forced to climb in with her slippers on-- but soft. With Eric's forearms gradually relaxing against her chest, and her legs brushing against his, Amber felt wonderfully lazy.
There was only one problem: Eric wasn't even a little bit aroused. She almost frowned. There'd been times—last night, to start with-- when just seeing her was enough to get him hard. Was he already getting bored? Couples often lost their sex drive, she knew that; didn't know it could be this fast. Her own drive hadn't gone anywhere; it was right here, ready to zoom off at the slightest indication. But she wouldn't initiate. No. Wouldn't provoke him with a kiss, or a hand to his crotch; turning on a guy with a blow job was cheating, anyone could do that. Amber wanted to see how long they could be close without it even occurring to Eric that they could fuck-- if it ever did.
And what did Amber have to offer but sex?
At least he hadn't been off-put by her question. Amber could hardly believe how casually he spoke, as if his brother weren't out there somewhere rotting in jail. The way he described it, they sounded like any other set of siblings. Amber would've never known better, if Eric hadn't told her. She listened to his memories with a heavy heart. Even his parents seemed so-- so normal. "Sounds like your dad knew how to handle you two."
Amber turned her face towards his. It was nice like this. Near, intimate, but not staring each other down. It was easy to think back, then to speak; no wonder he'd been able to recall his brother without becoming upset. "Nah, if I didn't stick up for myself, they'd have buried me alive. Geoffrey more than Brian, but only because Brian was the smallest." If Amber had been the youngest, Brian would've taken advantage of that; by the time he was old enough to be bigger and stronger, they were teenagers and past the age for physical fights. "Mom was always telling us to behave, and dad said the same things to make her happy, but they couldn't stop us when their backs were turned."