<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Caillen had been surprised when Eric had rolled his tongue over his fingers and simply kissed her without hesitation before their Mom called her downstairs. She couldn't shake how pleasurable it'd felt, even if it was only a fraction of a second. She pulled her hair from one side to the other and ran the sponge under some hot water and dish soap. She inhaled sharply when Eric's hands abruptly down her sides and tried not to give in to the physical sensations, but her body wavered as he pressed his chest against her back. Caillen could feel his erect member against her ass and took a deep breath, fighting against the urge to guide his hand where she wanted it. <br/>
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"This isn't going to help me do dishes, Eric," she whispered. "Mom and Dad are still in the house. I can't be caught doing... weird things."<br/>
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Caillen hoped that didn't sound too harsh. She wasn't sure how to phrase it, this attraction. Caillen couldn't even recall the last time she'd had sex or given herself any love. It seemed she was very reactionary to her brother due to lack of self love or maybe it was simply the fact that her ghost of a brother was irrevocably sexy and she didn't really know how to deal with his advances, which were pleasurable in more ways than one. Caillen licked her lips as she imagined all of the possibilities that could happen right now; he could take her on the counter, shove his fingers up her core, eat her, and make her cum until she couldn't stand anymore. <br/>
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Her throat was dry as he rested his body up against her own and touched her. She felt a tingling sensation in between her legs and rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to satisfy her aching need. The sponge pressed against the dish, moving sensually across the porcelain as she tried to hold back. It was wrong, so wrong. A pair of heels clacked against the wood and Caillen glanced up, seeing their mother arrive downstairs and their father follow behind. She gave them a small smile.<br/>
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"You guys have a good night out. I'll," she bit her lip, "finish up the chores." God, she hoped she did.<br/>
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When her and Eric's Mom and Dad left the house and drove away, Caillen's body relaxed. She placed the bowl in the dishwasher once all the grit had been swept away. So many questions crossed her mind. Did they need a condom? What did he intend to do? She licked her lips as she carefully considered her next move and put another bowl in the dishwasher; It wasn't going to do her any good going at this without fully understanding these feelings.  She placed a plate in the dishwasher, the placement of Eric's hands sparking electricity. She took a deep breath. <br/>
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"You aren't helping me do the dishes." <br/>
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