Jason sat in stunned silence, still processing everything Lily had just said. His mind reeled, thoughts spiraling, but his body felt frozen in place. Lily, with a gentle smile, shifted closer to him. She slipped one arm around his back and leaned her head against his shoulder, their bodies touching lightly. The warmth between them, the weight of her presence, offered more clarity than any drink ever could.
They sat like that for a while, slowly sipping from the nearly empty bottle of bourbon. The music from Jason's laptop filled the background—soft, ambient, bittersweet.
After a moment, Lily turned her head and looked up at him from where she rested. "Is your brain still rebooting?" she teased. "You haven't said a word."
Jason turned toward her, locking eyes. "Task failed successfully," he muttered like a robot, a crooked smile breaking across his face.
Lily giggled, her head falling against his chest as they both broke into laughter. It was loud, genuine, and cleansing. The kind of laugh that shakes off tension.
When the laughter faded, Lily looked at him again—this time with soft intensity. "I think I know what medicine you need," she whispered, then leaned in and kissed him again. Slower this time. Deeper.
When their lips parted, she raised an eyebrow. "Now do you feel better?"
Jason exhaled, his gaze still locked on her. "Strangely enough yes. I went through so many emotional changes at once that I didn't know what to do. I can't tell you how relieved I am right now. Not everything was resolved immediately, but knowing you're here, knowing you understand... that means the world to me."
He leaned in and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there just a moment longer than necessary.
They remained curled together on the bed, passing the bottle back and forth until it was empty. The warmth of alcohol mixed with the heat between them. Both relaxed. Both quietly tipsy.
Then Lily shifted. She pushed herself up onto her knees beside him, her movements unsteady but playful. Her expression turned impish, mischievous.
"So..." she said, tilting her head. "Since we're both drunk and I've got just enough liquid courage left... what do you say we seal the deal?"
Lily's lips, soft and insistent, found Jason's again, and this time, there was a new urgency to her touch. As her hand grazed the fabric of his pajamas, Jason's breath hitched. He felt her smile against his mouth, a split second before her fingers wrapped around the growing bulge beneath the thin material.
The shock of it buzzed through him, sending a jolt down his spine. His body responded without hesitation, his cock hardening under her palm. Jason's thoughts scattered, leaving only the sensation of her hand, the taste of bourbon on her lips, and the heat building between them.
Lily broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with him. Her gaze was both a challenge and an invitation—a silent dare that made his heart race. She reached for the hem of her blouse, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion.
Jason's gaze dropped to her breasts, just as he'd imagined them in fleeting, private moments that now seemed like a prelude to this. They were perfect, the kind that would fill his hands just right, tipped with small, light pink nipples that stood erect in the cool air of the room.
A flush crept up his cheeks as a memory surfaced, unbidden—Marissa in the pool, her wet tank top clinging to her skin, revealing more than it concealed. "I guess everyone in the bunker walks around without a bra," he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Lily arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Who else have you seen?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of teasing.
Jason's face grew warmer, the alcohol giving his tongue a looseness it might not have had otherwise. He admitted the incident with Marissa, the unexpected sight that had left him reeling.
"Is that when you started to be interested in Marissa?" Lily inquired, her tone light but her eyes sharp.
Jason gave a slight nod, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess."
Lily leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Well, we'll talk about this later."
The promise of that conversation—and the mischievous glint in her eye—sent a thrill through him. But then she was tugging at his pajamas, her fingers deftly untied the strings, and he forgot about everything else.
With his help, she peeled the fabric away, revealing his boxers—and the considerable bulge they were struggling to contain. When his cock sprang free, Lily's eyes went wide, her mouth forming a small 'o' of surprise.
"Oh, shit," she breathed, her gaze fixed on his erection. "I didn't expect it to be this big. I guess I can't object anymore when you say that you are the big brother."
Her hand reached out tentatively, wrapping around his length. The contact sent a shudder through him, and he let out a low groan.
As Lily explored him with her hands, the reality of the situation—their situation—began to sink in. This was Lily. His sister. The girl he'd grown up with, the one who'd always been by his side. And yet, as her fingers danced over his sensitive skin, he couldn't deny the heat that pooled in his belly, the aching need that was building inside him.
When she lowered her head, curiosity lighting her eyes, Jason's heart pounded in his chest. Her tongue darted out, tentative at first, tasting him. He watched her, a mix of wonder and lust washing over him as she took him into her mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming—wet, warm, and intensely intimate. Lily was a quick study, her movements unpracticed but eager, each bob of her head sending ripples of pleasure through him.
Jason's hands found their way into her hair, his fingers threading through the soft strands. He tried to be gentle, to let her set the pace, but as his climax approached, his grip tightened reflexively.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.
Lily paused, looking up at him with those big, green eyes. "I wonder how it tastes," she said, her words sending a fresh surge of arousal coursing through him.
Then she was taking him deep again, her hand and mouth working in tandem until the world condensed to a single, blinding point of pleasure. Jason's body tensed, and with a low, guttural moan, he came, spilling into her mouth.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the lingering tremors of his orgasm coursing through him. Then Lily pulled back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she swallowed.
"Salty," she commented, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She reached for a wet towel, cleaning herself up before turning back to him.
They lay down together, their bodies curled around each other in the dim light of the room. Jason's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but as he looked at Lily, a sense of peace settled over him.
"I can't believe we actually did this," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and disbelief.
Lily chuckled softly, her hand tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "The proof is still half-naked in front of you," she said, her tone light, teasing.
And as they drifted off into a contented, post-coital slumber, the world outside—its silence and its uncertainty—seemed very far away.
The door creaked open, just enough for a figure to peer inside.
No words. No footsteps. Only a pause… and quiet retreat.
By the time it clicked shut again, Jason and Lily were still asleep—oblivious to the eyes that had just seen more than they were ever meant to.