Valentine's Game Night

Valentine's Game Night

It was a strange feeling. I'd fully expected to be in the same room as a guy with an erection tonight, but now that it was Alfie it felt a bit deflating. Like one of those athletic races on TV where they take off at top speed and then you realise it was a false start and none of it counts. Maybe it was just my luck to be spending Valentine's Day with basically the only dick in the world I couldn't do anything with.

Actually, that wasn't exactly true. Obviously I wasn't going to do anything serious, but there was no rule that said I couldn't wind him up. Taking my snacks with me, I shuffled across the bed towards him until I could sit up next to him, and then I slid my feet across his legs, resting them just above his knees.

"What are you doing?" he asked, stiffening.

"Getting comfortable. You obviously need my help with this game and I'm not sitting over there all evening, I'll get backache."

He just grunted, keeping his hands solidly in his lap as he flicked through the items the tavern barkeep had for sale. While he was focusing on the screen, I could look more closely at his whole underwear 'situation', but he was doing a good job of concealing everything underneath his arms and hands.

I didn't really know why I wanted to do it. But there was something gratifying about knowing that he was getting turned on. It was a power trip kind of thing. And I was definitely a bit horny after being stood up for a whole night of sex. There was nothing wrong with just teasing him.

"So-o, any other sexy girls you want me to seduce for you?" I asked in my most innocent-sounding voice.

Alfie snorted. "I don't think so." He finished his transactions and set off back towards the castle again.

"Just staring at her arse again, then."

He jabbed his elbow into my arm. "I already told you, that's not it."

"No, you definitely said that's what you were doing."

"No, all I said was that I'd rather spend fifty hours looking at a girl than a guy."

"But specifically her arse."

"You really don't have to be here. I was happy playing by myself."

I watched as he entered the castle again, turning down a side passage to go towards the garden area.

"Okay, but, if you'd picked a boy character, then you wouldn't have been able to watch two girls kissing, right?" Glancing over at him to check his reaction, he was still rigidly focusing on the game.

"I guess."

"And you liked that?"

"Seriously, Ruby, what are you talking about? You must have something better to do than this."

There was an undertone of proper irritation in his voice which riled me.

"I'm just saying, it's weird how guys are obsessed with seeing girls kiss each other."

"We're not obsessed."

"You are. Whenever you open up a porn site, bam, there it is, girls snogging, right at the top."

He grinned. "What, you're going on porn sites a lot, are you, smarty-pants?"

"I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want."

"You've been an adult for about fifteen minutes, Ruby. Two vodka shots and you're a giggling mess."

I dug my heel into his thigh and he let out a little gasp of pain. "This isn't about what happened at Christmas. What I'm saying is: if you open a porn site right now, there's girls kissing in the first, like, four videos, guaranteed."

"I'm not opening a porn site."

"Fine. I'll do it." I swapped the Cheez-E bag for my phone, deliberately wiping my fingers on his sleeve this time and getting a shove in return. I opened a private browser and in less than twenty seconds, the site had loaded.

"Hah! Told you! Look." I held out the phone for him to look at.

"I'm on a hard part," Alfie protested, keeping his eyes on his computer screen as he tried to work out a difficult-looking puzzle using hinged panes of glass to reflect moonlight through a greenhouse. It distracted me for a minute, too, since there didn't seem to be any obvious solution I could think of and Alfie wasn't getting anywhere either.

Getting my focus back, I looked down at my phone again. "It says: 'Sexy blonde gets her bestie to fuck her'," I told him. "The second video that came up."

"Right. Well done you. You're clearly an expert on lesbian porn."

"No, I was just proving that guys are obsessed."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"It does!"

"Doesn't."

"Don't be a dick."

"Don't be a bitch."

If he was going to be petty, then we could both play that game. I pressed on the video and waited for it to load, watching him still struggling with the window panes. Then I connected my phone to his computer monitor and, just when he'd adjusted all the glass again to have another go, I pressed 'cast'.

"Ruby, what the fuck!" Alfie said as his game disappeared and was replaced by two blonde girls in a very involved snogging session.

"Look: sexy, right?" I asked.

"Seriously, switch that off," he said, dropping his controller. "Mum or Dad might come in."

"They've gone out."

Alfie looked at me for a second then shook his head. "Alright. Fine. It's porn. They're hot. Happy now?"

"You're not looking at it."

He turned his head and for a few seconds we both watched. One girl giggled while the other one lifted her thin top over her head, revealing perky boobs with hard pink nipples. Her friend leant in and kissed her nipples and I was suddenly clamping my thighs together quite hard. This was surprisingly hot.

Carefully, I moved my gaze from the screen to Alfie; he was watching, his body rigid, hands back in his lap. At this point, I'd bet anything that he was hard.

"Okay, I've watched. It's definitely porn. Now switch it off," Alfie said carefully.

"What, you can't handle it?" I teased.

"I can handle it."

"Then what's the issue?"

"The issue is that you're here."

"Just ignore me." It was a line that Mum and Dad always used: 'just ignore her', 'just ignore him', and it had slipped out before I'd really considered the implications. Alfie looked at me, trying to figure me out, but I was defiant. I didn't want to back down.

His eyes flicked back over to the screen and mine followed. The girls were kissing again, both topless, breasts pushed together. It was definitely turning me on for some reason. Alfie's hand moved in his lap and I watched it like a hawk, my heart pounding. Was he...? It wasn't exactly a back-and-forth motion, but what else would he be doing? Half-consciously, I found my hand was resting in my lap too, and by extending my fingers and turning my wrist just a little, I could put a tiny bit of pressure on my clit through my shorts. God, it felt good. I could just move side to side a tiny bit and it felt even better.

Now I wasn't even interested in the video. All I did was watch his hand, getting more and more excited about watching Alfie touch his cock. I knew I really shouldn't be doing this. We really shouldn't. But I was beginning to feel more turned on than I thought I had ever been before. Alfie's head moved, just a fraction of an inch, and when I looked up at him I could see he wasn't looking at the video. He was watching my hand as I moved my fingers over my clit through my shorts. He was watching me touch myself and I didn't stop. I kept going, letting my thighs spread a little wider, rubbing a bit faster. His hand began going up and down and now he was definitely masturbating through his boxer shorts, and the sight made me let out a little moan as a wave of arousal went through me.

Afraid of breaking the spell, I thought about staying still. But this wasn't a comfortable position to masturbate in, with my feet still resting on his legs and my back up against the wall. Plus, I didn't have the greatest view of what his hand was doing, and I definitely wanted a front-row seat to that. So I rolled onto my side and shuffled closer to him, bringing my knees up to rest on top of his and putting my head on his chest, just below his neck. He was breathing hard and I felt him put his free hand over my shoulders, resting it on my waist, just where there was an exposed line of skin between my top and my shorts. The touch of his fingers against my skin like that was electric and I let out another little moan, touching myself faster.

But my movement had spooked him slightly and his other hand had come off the bulge in his boxers to rest on his thigh, just above where my legs were. For a moment I wondered if he was going to try and touch me; his hand really wasn't far away from where I was rubbing my clit. But this prospect triggered a flutter of nerves and I knew I didn't exactly want that. So I reached my hand over, took hold of his wrist and put his palm back on his cock.

He grunted and I heard the noise through his chest as I pulled back my hand to safety. It was a noise of pleasure, though, and he ran his hand up and down the material a few times as I watched, feeling his hot breath washing over me from behind my head. Then he reached up and pushed his boxers down, exposing his cock, and I let out a tiny gasp.

I felt completely shallow for thinking it, but: his cock was bigger than Tom's. The difference was so obvious that I couldn't not notice it. It was nowhere near porn star ridiculous or anything, but the difficulties of fitting something like that in my mouth flashed through my imagination and made me push my fingers harder against my clit. He stroked it up and down in long motions, his hand wrapped around it, his balls moving up and down in sync with his hand. The tip was wet and tiny strings of precum transferred to his hand each time he stroked. The sight was incredibly sexy and I moaned properly, a loud one, the wetness in my shorts getting much more obvious.

The moan, and the exhalation of breath that came with it, went straight down to his cock and it made Alfie moan too. Another jolt of electricity went through me; it was only my breath that had touched his cock, but it was still my breath. Was this going too far? Or should I move my head down his chest and kiss the wet tip, tasting him, feeling him against my lips, sucking my brother's cock... My pussy was soaking wet and even without touching or kissing or doing anything, I was much more turned on than I'd ever been with my boyfriend.

"Ruby," Alfie said softly, the noise loud in the quiet room, not stopping his stroking.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"I'm, uh, close to..."

"Okay."

"There's tissues by the bed."

I looked over and I could see his problem. They were just outside his reach unless he moved me off him, and I guessed he didn't want to do that. But I could get them if I rolled over a bit and stretched, which is what I did, pulling three out of the box, then a fourth one just in case. Then I got back into the same position I had been before, my head on his chest, one hand on my clit, the other holding the tissues.

"If you put them next to me, I can get them," Alfie said, his breathing coming faster now.

"It's okay," I replied, adrenaline rushing through me. "I can do it."

Neither of us said anything but we both kept masturbating. He moved his other hand slightly, spreading his fingers out over my waist, holding me a little bit more firmly. I took my hand off my clit and reached up, carefully pushing his hand down until it was on my arse, then I went back to touching myself. He squeezed and I moaned again, and then he dug his fingers into me.

"I'm..."

A second later I had the tissues ready, and he drew deep, gasping breaths as I wrapped them around the head of his cock. His hips pushed up and I kept my hand steadily in place, feeling pulses of cum wetting the tissues as his cock throbbed and he kept stroking with his hand. Then he took a final deep breath and relaxed, letting go of his cock, and I let go too, letting him deal with the cleanup. Technically I hadn't touched him directly. But his hand was still holding my arse and my fingers were slightly damp with...

There was something about the situation which seemed to flip the same switch in both of us at exactly the same moment. Before I could really think about it, I was sitting up a bit straighter and we were kissing: hard, passionate kisses, my mouth opening so our tongues could touch. His hand was down the back of my shorts, his rough fingers running over my bare skin until his fingertips found my wet pussy and made me moan into his mouth. I put my hand on his thigh, where his boxers were pushed down, my nails pushing through his hairs as I moved upwards, putting my hand firmly on his balls, getting a moan from him in return. They felt hot and swollen, pushed up against his cock. My body felt just as hot, my heart thudding as I realised that this was happening, really happening. Alfie was going to fuck me. My brother was going to have sex with me and I wanted it so much, longed for it with my entire body.

The noise of the front door opening downstairs startled both of us and I jumped up and off him, breathing hard, my heart rate suddenly dialled up to a thousand.

"Kids? We're back," Dad's voice called as Alfie frantically cleaned up his cock and pulled up his boxers. I grabbed my phone and closed the porn video, blushing hard.

"Ruby?" Mum called up the stairs, and I dashed across to the door. Before I could go out, though, Alfie caught hold of my hand. Surprised, I spun around, and he took advantage, pushing me up against the wall. I gasped and he kissed me hard again, his free hand snaking up over my tummy before gently pinching one of my nipples through my top. I moaned, my eyes wide, desperately hoping the noise didn't carry down the stairs.

"You taste of those disgusting Cheez-E things," he whispered to me, letting me go.

"Fucking dick," I hissed after him as he grinned and headed triumphantly towards the bathroom. I took some deep breaths, trying to calm down. My hands raked through my hair, trying to smooth it, and when I looked down, I could see both of my nipples prominently through my top, responding to his touch. Added to the damp patch between my legs, I was not in a great state to greet our parents, so I tried to think unsexy thoughts.

"Coming in a minute," I shouted down to Mum when I thought I could do it in a normal tone of voice.

"It's alright, darling. I wasn't sure if you'd gone to Tom's after all."

The sound of my boyfriend's name sent a little pang of guilt through me, but in truth, I didn't care that much. He'd stood me up and Alfie was much, much more exciting.

"No, still here," I replied, trying to sound breezy.

I heard Dad say something in a low tone to Mum downstairs and she laughed, so I thought the coast was clear enough for me to go back to my bedroom and grab my dressing gown.

"How was the food?" I asked when I went downstairs, finally assured that my appearance wasn't going to give anything away.

"Yeah it was alright. Nothing special," Dad said to me casually, loading the dishwasher with a handful of stray items as Mum poured herself a glass of wine from a bottle in the fridge.

"You look comfy; been watching a movie or something?" Mum asked me.

"Yeah. Might go to bed in a bit, actually."

"I'm sorry your date with Tom didn't work out," she said, putting her arm around me and kissing my hair.

"It's alright," I said, doing my best to look disappointed.

"I think we might get an early night, too," Dad said, exchanging a glance with Mum which I definitely noticed. Between that, the fact that Mum took the rest of the bottle of wine with her, and the way that Dad kissed her at the bottom of the stairs when they wrongly thought they were out of sight, I had a fairly good idea of what their early night entailed. I stayed in the kitchen until I heard their bedroom door close firmly upstairs.

The truth was, the more time passed, the more I thought that maybe the... things with Alfie were a mistake. Luckily we hadn't properly crossed too many lines; I hadn't made him cum, exactly, and we definitely hadn't had sex. But if we did those things, it would affect our relationship forever. You couldn't take back fucking your brother. It was like losing your virginity: whether you liked it or not, you couldn't go back. I was horny because of the situation with Tom and being on my own for Valentine's, that was all. My teasing had gone a bit too far, even though I'd enjoyed it all. No need to make a real mistake.

I decided that a mug of hot chocolate and scrolling my phone in bed until I fell asleep would be a good end to the evening, so I clattered about the kitchen, heating up milk in the microwave and digging the hot chocolate powder out of the back of the cupboard. The more I did, the more I felt like I was making the right decision. Especially when I put the mini marshmallows on top. Mini marshmallows might actually be better than sex.

I went back upstairs slowly, making sure I wasn't going to spill my drink, and tried very hard not to hear the faint sound of mattress springs from Mum and Dad's bedroom.

"Have Mum and Dad gone to bed?" Alfie asked, appearing suddenly from his bedroom and giving me a fright.

"Bloody hell, Alfie," I said, quickly using my finger to scoop up the hot chocolate I'd sloshed down the edge of the mug. "Yeah, they're 'having an early night'."

Alfie grinned. "Sounds like a successful Valentine's Day for them, then."

I rolled my eyes. "Nice for some, at least." And, sure I wasn't dripping hot chocolate on the carpet, I carried on towards my room.

"Are you going to bed?" Alfie asked.

"Probably, yeah."

There was a slight pause.

"I just, uh, wondered if you wanted to watch a movie for a bit," he asked.

I looked at him, but his expression was neutral.

"Just a movie?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

"Yeah, just a movie. I'll most likely fall asleep before the end anyway."

It felt like a bad idea, but then again, I was an adult. I could control myself and if he did decide to do anything, I'd just tell him no. And watching a movie together was better than doomscrolling by myself.

Alfie lined up a forgettable-looking comedy film on his computer as I put my hot chocolate down on his bedside table, ignoring the box of tissues there. When I turned around, though, he'd got himself into bed, underneath the blanket.

"Where am I supposed to sit now?" I asked indignantly.

"At the other end." He pointed to the foot of the bed.

"Ugh. Fine." I had my dressing gown on so at least I wasn't freezing, but it would be a pain having to get up to get the hot chocolate. I'd left my Cheez-E Balls here earlier and briefly I considered the prospect of having a few more, then decided that they didn't go well with chocolate.

The film wasn't especially enthralling and I did a bit of phone-scrolling. Most of my socials were full of glitter, pink, hearts, giant teddy bears, roses etc. which just reminded me of being stood up.

"My feet are cold," I complained when I had to get up to get my drink.

"So sad," Alfie said, his eyes on his phone. I wasn't exactly sure how we were watching a movie together if we were both on our phones, but still.

"I'm going to sit here while I have my drink," I told him, parking myself on the bed beside him.

"Fine by me."

A few minutes passed and I drank my drink.

"My feet really are cold."

"Boo hoo."

"Alfie, stop being a dick."

"If it helps, my feet are amazingly warm under the blanket." He looked and sounded smug.

"It does not help."

I finished my drink, but I didn't go back to the foot of the bed. I shuffled backwards instead, crossing my legs in front of me in an effort to warm up my toes. It meant I was jamming Alfie up against the wall, but that was his problem not mine.

The only thing was that in this position on the bed, the blanket was right there. I could feel heat radiating from it. Alfie looked blissfully warm.

"Fine. But only because I'm cold," I said, shedding my dressing gown and squeezing myself under the blanket beside him. If I lay down on my side, he could still see the movie over the top of my head. And as soon as I had the blanket tucked in around me, I knew it had been the right decision. It was amazing. I slid slightly further away from the cold edge of the bed and towards the toasty middle. And then just another inch or two.