The Unknown

Ch. 9 - Forbidden

You launched yourself off the couch as Choso remained calm and collected, tossing an ankle onto his knee and staring up at you.
He was smirking at your discomfort. 

"What are you even suggesting here, Choso?!" Your face was bright red again as you placed your mug on the end table. 

"What?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused by your demeanor. 

"I...I'm going to bed," you shook your head and began marching up the stairs. 

Just as you were about to slam your bedroom door you could hear him from below, "have fun sleeping in my sweater." His tone was always teasing. 

You shook your head again and crawled into bed, covering your face with your blankets. 

"Stupid Choso...stupid brother...so stupid," you mumbled to yourself like a child. 

Because you were still wearing it and your head was under the covers, Choso's scent from his sweater invaded your nostrils. You whimpered and debated taking it off, later deciding not to as you tried to fall asleep yet again. 
Your mind began to race with unwanted thoughts, bringing about an undesirable feeling between your legs. You tried to erase the image of Choso tied up on his bedroom floor, looking up at you with doe eyes and covered in cute, little bruises. It was as if seeing him like that awakened something inside of you.
You squeezed your eyes and your legs, fists clenching the sheets next to you. You tossed and turned in an attempt to get comfortable but it just wasn't coming. You shouldn't be having such thoughts about your brother... But he's not my brother, you thought. Still...it doesn't matter...

You couldn't hold it any longer. Your hands quickly went to the waistband of your shorts, slipping them past your ankles from under the covers. Your fingers went to the soft mound that laid underneath your panties. You began tracing your finger over your folds on top of the now wet fabric. 
You tilted your chin to take some of the sweater you wore in your mouth as a way to subdue any little moans that came from your throat. 
You dipped your fingers inside, pushing the fabric of your underwear to the side. Your eyes rolled upward until they shut. Your breathing continued to increase until a small moan bubbled up, getting caught in your throat. 
You kept a steady pace, fingers moving in a wave-like pattern against your silky walls - targeting that one spot a few inches inside. When your fingers curled harshly, they found it. 

"Hnn..." you moaned, squeezing your eyes tight again - legs beginning to shake with the thought of Choso crawling into your bed and taking over your body. Feeling shameless, you allowed the thought to invade.

You climaxed quickly around your fingers, cleaning up by using tissues and hand sanitizer. No way were about to go back out there and risk running into him...

When you were finished cleaning up, you went to your window to stare out at the night sky - mind filling with a strange fog. 
As you looked down at the sidewalk below, you noticed his figure - the iconic double, spiky ponytails - in the dark. He was smoking, leaning back with bad posture and his free hand in his pocket. 
You sighed to yourself and threw up the window, crawling out onto the slanted piece of roof that laid below your window. You crouched, knees tight to your chest, and stared down at him again. This time he heard the window come up, so he glanced in your direction and waved at you using his last three fingers - cigarette in-between his index and thumb. You delicately waved back, feeling a slight blush rise to your cheeks again. You felt bad for what you just did. You couldn't help it...the way he made you feel...it made you melt.

He went back inside after finishing his cigarette and he came up, meeting you on the roof. You scooted over to make room for him. He sat with one knee up and the other leg dangling off the structure.