Chris must have cleaned the apartment– it smelled heavily of soap and pine when Claire pushed the door open.
Stepping in, she immediately tossed her overnight bag down off to the side of the door, and cupped her hand around her mouth to call out into her brother’s apartment “Hey! Chris, aren’t you gonna greet your little sis?”
There was a huffing noise, almost like the sound of a waking dog, and Claire saw what she’d first assumed to be a pile of clothes tossed on the kitchen chair straighten up, and shake his head. He’d been asleep at the table. Her brother looked over at her with a disoriented smile. “Claire? Hey! You got in early– uh, right?”
He was already trying to disentangle himself to get up and come over to her.
Claire hadn’t been in the little apartment since Chris had finished furnishing it. It was better than she expected, though maybe he’d made an effort to decorate since she was coming home. The kitchen and livingroom were a small, conjoined space, and there was a little tree in the corner.
“Don’t tell me you worked yourself into a frenzy and didn’t get a lick of sleep, bro.” Claire chided with a half smile, opening her arms to offer him a hug. “I remember your room back at the base, you don’t gotta impress me.”
“Maybe I’m less of a slob now without you nagging me,” he chuckled. He stumbled over to her, kicking a bit of tinsel off his foot, and scooped her into a bear hug, putting his chin on top of her head. “...yeah, I wanted to clean up for you.”
Claire squeezed him back, shockingly strong for a woman her size. She held him tight , head resting in the crook of his neck as she grinned from ear to ear.
“You’re a real sweetheart, Chris.” She said with a laugh “it looks great, genuinely.” She gave him another squeeze. “Missed you, ya know. School’s great and all, but it ain’t the same without you there.”
“Man and here I thought you’d be too busy to miss me,” he said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear– and then deliberately missing up her hair. “School kind of boring, then?”
This was the first time the two of them had been apart for longer than a week at a stretch. Even in Chris’ military days she’d lived on base with him, and he’d never been deployed for very long.
Claire snorted, brushing her hair from her face as she grinned up at her older brother, lightly punching his shoulder “Turns out I’m not as dumb as I look.” She joked. “So far it’s been downright easy.”
She rolled her shoulders in a shrug, looking over at the tree briefly out of the corner of her eye “I’ve been bored outta my skull, honestly. I’m thinkin’ of joining the school paper, though.”
“School paper, huh?” he grinned. Chris seemed loath to let her go, still holding her loosely in his arms. “Football gossip? –Oh hey, you want something to eat?”
She leaned against him with a wink, looping an arm around his shoulders “I haven’t had a bite since half a truck stop burger a while back. I could use somethin’ halfway decent.”
She chuckled. “and nah, not football gossip. I’m thinkin’ of investigative journalism. You know. Looking into issues people have and seein’ if I can find solutions.”
One hand slipped to her fingers and twined with them, leaning against the weight of her body with her arm around his shoulder, and he tugged her toward the kitchen. “Thinking of majoring?”
He gently led her over to the kitchen space, which looked ridiculously clean, every bit of metal and tile shining and betraying the obviousness that it had just been washed. He pulled out a chair for her.
Claire whistled as she sat down, giving his hand another squeeze before she begrudgingly let go and leaned upon it with a wry smile “I’m thinkin’ about it. You think it’d suit me, bro?”
She glanced around. “You really pulled out the stops, it looks great around here.”
Chirs squirmed, looking a little embarrassed and he waved his free hand. “C’mon– its the holidays. I didn’t want you to come home to a shithole.”
Claire knew he was exaggerating at least a little. If nothing else, Chris didn’t spend enough time at home for things to get truly bad..
“Uh huh.” Claire smiled , watching him under the fringe of her hair “If you say so, Chris. Still, counter looks clean enough to eat off of, I’ll give ya that much.”
“Clean enough to make cookies on?” he suggested, bumping his shoulder against hers. He looked like an excited puppy. “You know I can’t bake for shit– I got all the stuff for you.”
Claire flushed, brushing her hair over her ear with a lopsided grin. Her brother was always so cute when he made that face. “Just like old times, huh? You and me bakin’ cookies around the holidays.”
She cracked her knuckles and stood “Yeah, I’m down for a bit of baking. My dorm don’t got a great kitchen so I haven’t been able to cook much lately.”
“I hope you’ve been getting enough to eat then,” he said. He was already fussing around the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. “Let me grab you something. Sandwich? Eggs?”
Claire leaned on the counter, watching him bustle around “I’ll take a sandwich.” She said with a low chuckle “I’ve been eatin’ enough, promise. Mostly just going out to eat, or having terrible cafeteria food.”
She nudged him playfully. “you’re cute when you fret over me, bro.”
He flushed and kept his back to her, grumbling happily as he put ingredients together. “You always gonna call me cute, Claire?”
“Maybe.” Claire said with a chuckle “when ya stop being cute.”
She punched his arm before opening his fridge and scanning its contents. “But I don’t think it’ll ever happen.”
It was well stocked, and organized. Another victim of Chris’ need to make sure everything was perfect while Claire was there, certainly. The fridge had never looked this clean when they were living on base.
All the items for their mom’s old cookie recipe were there in the front of the fridge, neatly stocked together– including the things that didn’t need to be refrigerated.
“Not even when I’m a big grumpy old man?” Chris asked. He put a pair of sandwiches on paper plates down on the table behind her.
Claire chuckled. That was just like Chris…she took the materials out, and set them on the counter for after her sandwich. It was a recipe she knew well…she’d learned it after their parents died having committed it, and several other of their mother’s favorites, to memory so they could live on.
She’d made it a tradition to cook them every year for Chris when the holidays rolled around.
Turning around, she plopped herself down in front of one of the plates, and picked the sandwich up, pointing it at Chris “Even then. You might even be cuter, who knows.” She grinned “so, mr. Grumpy Old Man…”
She took a bite of the sandwich, swallowing before she asked “How’s S.T.A.R.S. treatin’ ya?”
He sat down across from her, and leaned on his hands, ignoring his own sandwich for now and just watching her eat. “It’s pretty great, honestly. Barry wasn’t wrong, it suits me. We pulled a sanitation worker out of a trash compactor last week.”
“What the fuck was a sanitation worker doin’ in a trash compactor?” Clare asked, through another bite of ham and cheese.
“Getting killed like a moron if we hadn’t gotten there in time,” Chris replied. “Apparently he fell in the damn thing. And Captain Wesker just gave me this look when I asked why the city had trash compactors big enough for a guy to fall in.”
“Clearly there’s some kinda mafia conspiracy goin’ on.” Claire joked dryly, leaning on her hand “or the people of Raccoon City ain’t ever heard of recycling. One or the other.”
Chris chuckled, and shook his head. “Yeah, the captain said ‘Chris, there’s a lot of trash in Raccoon City.’ And I just left it.”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “Glad the guy’s alright. Sounds like decent work, too. Better than the air force, sounds like.'' She gave her brother a look, “for one thing, sounds like you haven’t tried bitin’ your new Captain’s head off like the last one.”
Chris flushed brightly at that, and stuffed a bite of his sandwich in his mouth. “You ever gonna let me live that shit down, sis?” He demanded, mouth full.
“Never. I still remember the look on your face when ya came home. You looked somewhere between pissed and a puppy who’d been caught eating the couch cushions.” Claire said, blowing him a kiss “This is what sisters are for, remindin’ ya of the good times and bad.”
“Man,” he swallowed his bite and leaned on his hand again, grinning at her dumbly. With deep affection in his voice, he said, “I can’t believe how much I missed you, sis. You bitch.”
Claire reached across the table to rest her fingers against the crook of his arm, grin still warm on her face. “I missed you too , bro. Every day. I wish my school was a little closer so we could meet up more, ya know?”
He leaned into her touch, and his big dumb grin turned into a fond, emabaressed smile.. “I wish too. It’s… been pretty lonely here without you, admittedly.”
“Yeah…” Claire could relate…when so much of your life is spent with just one another, the separation anxiety started to set in more than she expected once they were apart.
“I ain’t surprised.” she squeezed his arm “School too. But you’ve made work friends, right?”
He leaned against her, scooting his chair until their bodies could touch. “Well yeah, but they’re not my sister.”
Claire leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder “Same with school.” She admitted. “I made a buncha friends, sure, but they ain’t my big brother. That’s for sure.”
She grinned over at him. “Nobody can replace you, that’s for sure. One of a kind.”
“Heh, they better not try, right?”
“Same goes for me,” Claire grinned, giving his arm a squeeze. “alright?”
He smiled at her. “You got it, sis.”
A few hours later, the small apartment was filled with quiet music from the radio, and the smell of baking cookies. The kitchen was decidedly less clean, as were the Redfields.
“You know, I’ve washed my hands three times and I still think I have cookie dough under my nails,” he laughed, wiping them with a cloth.
“I told ya to be careful.” Claire laughed, picking at her own nails , which were likewise covered in the stuff. The recipe wasn’t the neatest…but Clare always loved the taste of the cookies when they came out of the oven.
She grabbed Chris’ hand, and looked at his nails with a grin, holding them close to her face, close enough for her warm breath to kiss their tips. “Looks clean to me, though.”
Chirs turned red again as he felt her breath on her fingers, and she saw them twitch slightly. Her brother had been obviously a bit keyed up since she got there.
“Heh, sure about that?”
Claire lifted his hand a little higher, peering at them studiously for a moment before she lowered his index finger and stuck it gently in her mouth, giving it a gentle lick with the tip of her tongue.
“H-hey!” he squirmed, but didn’t pull his hand away. “Claire!.... I should have known you were going to do that…” He was beet red now.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t done things like this before.
She’d been like this for ages, a little tease outside of the shower there, a playful kiss there, a slap on the ass or two when he’d gotten on her nerves. Claire was touchy, and her sense of boundaries , at least with him, was pretty loose.
Claire moved her mouth to the next finger over, giving it another little lick as she did, glancing up at him with a coy look in her dark eyes.
When the finger left her lips, she grinned. “I don’t taste any cookie dough, I think you’re good.”
“Thanks,” he said, a hitch in his breath. He finally took his hand back, and then glanced down. “... want me to check yours?”
The games had been going on for year, with less and less restraint when it came to teasing. They’d gotten, well… pretty comfortable with one another; maybe it came with not having any parents around.
Claire held her hand up to him with a wink. “Yeah, why not. Always good to be sure ya got it all, right?”
“Wouldn’t be fair, otherwise,” he agreed. He took her hand in his larger one, and much more shyly than she, started sucking gently at the tips of her fingers.
She flushed, just a bit, her lips still in that warm smile fixed solely at him.
Way back when, when it was just the two of them, she remembered surprising him with a kiss. She claimed at the time it was to practice, but the truth was she’d just wanted to try it…and there was nobody she trusted more than her brother.
He had almost the same shy face then as he did now, sucking gently at the tips of her slender fingers.
He put his lips around each finger gently, and gave them a teasing lick, one after the other.
‘I shouldn’t have let you do that’, he’d said when she’d kissed him. But he let her do it again anyway.
They were good memories…strong memories. Maybe it was the nostalgic smell of cookies, or the chance to see one another for the first time in a while that was dredging them up. But they made her smile.
He let her do it again…and again. And again. It became a regular habit for her whenever she got the urge.
“So…any cookie dough?” she asked playfully.
He released her hand, and rubbed his slightly stubbly chin with embarrassment, and shook his head. “None.”
Chris shifted uncomfortably in his chair, still red, and smiling. “Oh hey, ah, about later…”
Claire rubbed her cheek against his shoulder with a quiet ‘hmmm?’, looking up at him with a curious smile.
“I’ll take the couch,” he said, still rubbing his jaw. “You can sleep in the bed. Sorry, I don’t have an air mattress or anything for you.”
This, despite the fact that they had been sleeping in the same bed for ages; off and on ever since their parents died. Chris didn’t sleep well, and holding onto Claire seemed to help;.
“Hell no.” Claire said, thwacking her hand against his thigh. “I ain’t gonna make you sleep on the couch, Chris. We used to sleep in the same bed all the time, so if I get the bed you get it too. Got it?”
He made a face, and leaned on the table. “Claire– don’t you think we’re too old for it? You’re in college now…”
“So?” Claire looked him in the eyes .“I was in high school and you were a military man, and we still did it. I don’t see what a few years has to do with anything.”
She crossed her arms, staring him down. “And I’m willing to bet you still can’t sleep, given how you were passed out on the damn table…I’m not gonna force you to have a bunch of sleepless nights on the couch when we can both catch a little shut eye together.”
“Claire…” his voice had an almost pleading tone. “I promise, I can sleep on the couch, it’ll be fine…”
“No way.” Claire stared him down. She had always been stubborn…ruthlessly so…and this was no exception. She showed no signs of budging as she said. “Either I sleep on the floor, or we sleep together. Alright?”
She put her hand to his shoulder “Unless you’re planning on inviting one of your STARS buddies into your bed tonight, you get me.”
He made a strangled noise. “Of course not! And hell– I wouldn't make you sleep on the floor, Claire, come on.” Chris bit his lip. “Alright we will SLEEP in the bed together. You win.”
Claire knew what Chris had on his mind. Admittedly, there were a couple of times in the last year or so where their teasing had escalated to… handsy.
Nothing all that serious. Some touching…maybe a bit of self-relief with the warmth of the other’s body nearby. Nothing but some wandering hands and a few half-asleep moral lapses. Claire knew that was exactly what he was worried about…
But damn if she was going to let her brother have a miserable night on the couch.
She squeezed his arm with a nod. “Good. No couch for either of us.”
Chirs smiled at her, and the smile was both anxious, and tender. “No couch for either of us. Hey– how about some cookies?”
It was already late. Claire had fallen asleep half on top of him on the couch, while the second movie droned on.. Chris patted her cheek, his wide body half beneath her.
“Hey, come on, we said we weren’t gonna sleep on the couch,” he teased.
Claire groaned, stretching her legs out as she raised her hands overhead. ‘Alright, alright.” She laughed, rubbing her eyes. “Can’t help it, bro. You’re too comfy. More comfortable than that old motorcycle I rode in on, that’s for sure.”
“I still can’t believe you rode that thing here,” he chided, helping her up. She felt his big hands around her waist as she stood. “I told you I could buy you a train ticket.”
She flushed, coming to her feet with his help, and looping an arm around his shoulders to steady herself. “Yeah, but you can’t beat the wind in your hair as you fly down the highway, Chris. The train’s nice and all, but I don’t get the chance to ride as often as I’d like.”
“Yeah yeah, I get it,” he said, shaking his head. “I just worry about you.” As if to punctuate it, he helped her pull her shirt down, where it had been pulled up around her midsection.
Claire stuck out her tongue, and in response, pulled his shirt up to his midsection in reply. “Yeah, yeah. You big ol’ worrywort.” She said , not without affection. “I worry about you, too.”
He flushed as she pulled his shirt up over his abs. “Hey! Me? What’s there to worry about, huh?”
He leaned on her as they slunk across the dim living room, and he pushed open his bedroom door.
“Oh, I dunno.” She grinned. “You always get yourself knee deep in trouble. You got the Redfield Temper, You’re stubborn. You pass out on the kitchen table after nearly overworkin’ yourself.” she listed
“I can go on.” She squeezed his arm affectionately as they walked to the bedroom together, her eyes tracing over the room as they entered.
“Please don’t,” he half chuckled.
The bedroom had been cleaned too, though Claire wondered if all the laundry had been piled in the closet. It was pretty sparse. A decent bed. Bedside table with alarm clock. Dresser with a little tv and antenna on it
The bed had blue covers, and had been neatly made and turned down.
“Not a bad bedroom.” She said with a wink. “it’s about twice the size of my room at the dorms.”
She let go of his arm to stretch out near the bed, sneaking over towards the closet, and peeking inside with a sly grin.
“It’s about twice the size of the room on base t– hey what are you doing?” he demanded.
The closet was absolutely full of dirty clothes, piled all the way up to the shelf at the center of the closet.
Claire laughed out loud, doubling over as she shut the closet door, stumbling a few steps back “I KNEW IT!” she pointed. “you’re still the same guy, Chris.”
“Hey, c;mon! A guy gets to have some privacy for his dirty laundry, right?” She backed up enough to find herself backing into him, where he stood with his hands on his hips. He put them on her shoulders as the two of them collided..
“Oof!” she continued to giggle , leaning back into his touch. “Not with his sister, bro. There ain’t any secrets between us.”
He shook his head and she could feel his face against the back of her head. “Not even one?”
“Why? You got somethin’ you don’t want your little sis to know?” She asked, leaning her body into his. Her shoulders were warm…she was flushed…flushed and happy with the contact.
“I donno,” he mumbled in her hair. “Don’t worry about it.”
He lingered against her, holding her gently, and rocking her very slightly.
Claire rocked slowly in his arms, tilting her head up against him so her hair brushed his chin. She was loathe to move, comfortable and unwilling to break the contact. “Alright, Chris.” She said with a slim smile.
“I won’t worry about it, promise.”
He gave her a gentle squeeze. “C’mon, lets get to bed. You can nag me about the laundry in the morning.”
Claire nodded, and turned to playfully rustle his hair “yeah, and trust me. I got a lotta nagging in me.” she teased “as if my room ain’t just as bad.”
When she pulled away, she began to pull her shirt from her body with a low hum of breath. “You put my bag in here, right bro?”
“Yeah, it’s in the corner,” he nodded to it, turning around as she started to strip. In the low light, she still noticed his embarrassment.
She chuckled softly, charmed by it. After all, he’d seen her naked before…as she’d seen him. For years and years as they grew up. And now he still gets flustered about it.
She tossed her shirt aside, before shimmying out of her jeans. “Can you toss me onna the long nightshirts I got in there?” she called over her shoulder.
“What you want me to do everything for you?” he demanded, before following it up with, “yeah, sure,” almost fast enough to mush together the words.
There was a long pause as he rifled through her clothes. “Claire– did you pack a night shirt?”
“Uh…” she blinked, turning around with one arm over her breasts and a perplexed furrow of her brow “I think I did? I didn’t have a lotta space in the bag, but I was sure…”
Chris was kneeling over her bag, half the contents out. He shook his head. “I’m not finding it, Claire. Do you want to borrow one of mine?”
Claire rubbed the back of her neck. “eh. If you wanna.” She smiled at him “otherwise I can skip out. I don’t usually wear one when It’s just me, anyway.”
“Still sleeping in the buff huh?” he chuckled. “You used to wriggle right the hell out of nightshirts in the middle of the night.” Chris stuffed her things back into her bag.
“I get real warm.” She laughed, tossing her pants with her discarded shirt, and stretching, nearly nude, in the evening light. “I try to keep ‘em on, but my body just has none of it.”
“Yeah yeah,” he shook his head. “Well… fine. It’s not like we haven’t been in the same bed like that before…”
He moved to pull off his own shirt, and hesitated.
Claire walked over, hopping atop the bed to watch him change with a quirk of her eyebrow at his hesitation “plenty of times…you and me, Chris…it ain’t new to us.”
Chris stripped to his boxers with a sigh, pulling off his jeans, and peeling off the t-shirt that clung to his abs. Her brother had always been in great shape, but Claire couldn’t help but notice that he’d filled out a little since she’d last seen him– back when he was in high school he’d complained to her about barely making the weight requirement for the wrestling team.
“STARS has been doin’ ya good, bro.” Clare flashed him a thumbs up, a grin on her face…in doing so, of course, “she flashed him a different way, leaving her breasts bared to him. She wasn’t in bad shape, in fact, she could bench more than any of the other people she knew at school…but her brother had always had the edge on her there, and it seems even more so now.
“You think so?” he grinned. “I worry I might be getting a little chubby.”
She felt his eyes on her, and then he slapped her on the back. “You definitely look like you could use a few more college meals though. What happened to the freshman 15?”
“They save that for students with money,” Claire quipped, smiling widely. “Besides. You know I work out just as much as you. You shoulda seen this one girl’s face when I beat her in weightlifting AND sprints. She’s been tryin’ to push me into the college track team since then.”
Chris grinned. “Okay I wish I had seen that,” he agreed. He pulled up the covers, and gestured for her to get in bed. “Glad you’re keeping up with your routine even with school.”
With easy grace, Claire leapt up into the bed, and scootched under the covers, closer to the middle than she really needed to be. “Of course. It’s a Redfield family tradition, ain’t it?” she winked.
“Hope it stays one,” he agreed, getting into bed with her. He stayed a little closer to the edge than she did, letting the covers fall over them.
“I’ll stop when you stop.” She said cheerfully, curling up in the near-center of the bed. “hey, try not to fall off the edge, there.” She teased. “Okay?”
He flopped over to face her with an embarrassed grin. “Maybe if you weren’t hogging the whole bed, huh?”
“It’s a big bed.” She teased , sticking her tongue out. “More than enough room for you and me both.”
“You’re asking for it,” he harumphed, and spread out across the bed, flopping a lazy arm across her body.
Claire chuckled warmly,and wrapped an arm around his, curling under the covers so their feet brushed. “There, that’s more like it. Just like ol’ times, huh Chris?”
She leaned in, and gently kissed his neck “love you, bro.”
Chris huffed and averted his gaze, but she could see him smiling. “Just like old times. Love you too sis…”
Claire lay her head against his shoulder, looking at him intently through half lidded eyes. “Remember the night before I left for my first semester?”
“I… do,” he admitted slowly, leaning against her, not pushing her away.
Claire nuzzled against his shoulder. “We slept in the same bed that night too. ‘Cause I was gonna miss you.”
“Yeah, well, I was gonna miss you too,” he grumbled. He didn’t mention the fact that sleeping wasn’t all they did– but is conflict was written on his embarrassed face.
She looked up at him with a wry smile “I could tell. You got a little handsy.”
She laughed quietly “I mean, so did I, so pot calling kettle…”
“I’ll say,” he said, nuzzling against her. “We really– Claire, we can’t keep doing that kind of thing any more, we’re adults, we don’t have any excuse…”
Clare bit her lip, looking him in the eyes. “Who's gonna judge us?” she asked quietly “I ain’t ever seen anything wrong with it, and it’s not like there’s anyone else here…”
He rolled closer to her, and put his arm around her again, giving her a squeeze. “Claire– c’mon, I don’t know. Don’t you– don’t you want a boyfriend or something?”
Claire had never tried to bring home a boyfriend in high school, but that didn’t do anything to dismiss the feeling that if she had, Chris would have aimed a shotgun at him.
“And have you go off on him like a dad in an old romcom?” She teased, before resting her head on his chest. “I mean..what about you? You got a special lady yet?”
Chris squirmed a little, and she felt his hand stroke down her side. “Well.. no, but that’s– I’ve been busy…”
“Me too.” She said with a wink. “Maybe someday I’ll get a boyfriend or…somethin’ like one, anyway. Maybe. But..” her fingers gently squeezed his shoulder as she draped against him “Nobody’s ever gonna be able to replace my big brother, ya know?”
She felt his chest gently rise and fall against hers as he took a deep breath. “I don’t really want anyone to, admittedly…”
“Me neither.” She said, bringing her nose tip-to-tip with his. “this is somethin’ that’s ours. A Redfield thing. I wouldn’t…ever, ever want someone to replace either of us.”
Chris smushed his nose against hers, leaning forehead to forehead with her. “Me either….”
She reached up to twine her fingers through his short hair. “No matter what else happens to us in the future, we can have that, can’t we?”
“No matter what happens. I’ll always be there for you,” he said. His hands stroked over her body again, this time making it all the way down to her hips.
Claire shifted her hips against him, pressing close as her fingers brushed down from his hair, and over his spine. “I’ll always be there for you too, bro. No matter what.” she leaned closer “In every and any way.”
Chris blushed, feeling their hips meet as Claire got closer. There was an obvious bulge in his boxers. “Even if I want something wrong?”
Claire’s hips pressed solidly against his “Even then, Chris.” she murmured , petting down his spine. “It ain’t wrong if we both want it.”
“Jesus, Claire,” he mumbled, holding her close, aching his body into her. “You’re my little sister. You deserve better than… this. Better than a brother who can’t… can’t control his feelings.”
Claire chuckled, looking up at him. “Dunno what’s better than the best brother I know,” she said in a quiet voice. “The worst you do is leave your laundry everywhere, like a slob…besides.” she shrugged. “I’m no good at controlling mine, neither.”
“Guess it must just be a Redfield thing,” he sighed. He pressed his lips to hers, pulling her into a kiss. The kiss they’d both been hesitating on the edge of since she’d gotten home.
Claire pressed her lips to his, gently sucking on them as she drew him closer to her body. Bare breasts touched his chest as she brushed fingers through his hair. It’d been hesitated on, and she’d been trying to find the chance to convince him…but now they finally broached that wall again.
He pulled her against him, tugging his sister gently as close to him as she could be. The kiss was chaste at first, then mouth and tongue entered the equation as hesitation fell away. Chris felt the shameful thrill of holding his sister’s body close to his, feeling her breasts pressing against him. It had been them against the world ever since they were little– it felt like it would always be that way.
Claire kissed him passionately, holding him close in return as tongues met and bodies entwined. Them against the world, and in it they always had each other.
She held him tight, like he may slip away, letting her hand trail down to his hip, and the flesh of his upper leg.
Chris put his leg over her body, pulling her even closer, and broke the kiss with a gasp for breath. The heat between his legs was obvious.
“I really missed you…”
It was as obvious as the heat between her own as she pressed her hips firmly to his. “I missed you too, Chris.” she murmured “it’s been way, way too long..”
Chirs ground his hips against hers, feeling the sensation of their bodies rubbing together through just a few layers of fabric. It felt so good… it always felt so good. This was how it had all started, years before, cuddling in bed with one another, and bodies just…. Touch.
Bodies touch, feelings stir, and the next thing you know, the two of them were nuzzled in close and masturbating while trying not to make eye contact. And from there, it continued to happen, never quite breaching the barrier of physical sex.
Her fingers brushed over his thighs, towards his groin “Can I?” she asked quietly.
“Okay,” he murmured, nuzzling his head against her neck and kissing it. His hand wandered toward her chest. “Want me to…?”
Her fingers trailed down to his groin, and traced lightly over its shape as she nodded. “y-yeah, I’d love that, Chris.”
Chirs scooped his hands over Claire’s breasts, cupping and kneading them gently. He put his thumbs on her nipples, and traced little rings around them. The sensation of her hands on him through his boxers made his breath heavy.
Claire made a quiet sound, a pleasant sigh as she pressed her breasts into his hands. Her nipples were already stiff, and very sensitive as his fingers teased them. In return, she began to slowly stroke up and down his boxers, stimulating him through the fabric.
“That’s nice,” he murmured, rubbing against her hands. He squeezed her, gently, their bodies so closely entwined. It was embarrassing how much he loved it when she touched him, how much he loved to touch his sister’s body. It was a secret no one else would ever know, kept just between them.
A Redfield Family secret. Claire seemed to agree, given the way her fingers curled around his cock through the fabric, slowly stroking it as she looked up to meet his eyes. “I can tell.” She grinned “you’re all worked up, bro.”
“You get me all worked up,” he admitted shyly. “I think about you all the time… how’s the song go? You’re always on my mind.”
He grinned dumbly, and shyly at her, and Claire knew what he was suggesting. Chris had definitely ground a few out, thinking about his sister while she was at school.,
Claire flushed, thinking back to the nights alone in her dorm where she’d done much the same while thinking of him. Her fingers teased the head of his cock as she chuckled. “Just like that…you know, you too with me, ya know. Always on my mind…even alone in my bedroom.”
“Guess that’s both of us,” he chuckled embarrassedly, and kissed across her neck and shoulders, back up to her lips. Chris pressed his tongue in his little sister’s mouth while his hands pawed and kneaded her breasts, working his hips against her hands.
She arched against him, half pulling him on top of her with her other hand as she teased his cock with her clever fingers, lips locked in a passionate kiss. She’d daydreamed about him for years…about going all the way with her big brother, instead of always stopping at heavy petting.
As if on cue, one of his hands left her soft breasts, and wandered down her body toward the space between her legs.
She grinned, her lips moving against his in the kiss as her legs began to spread for him, letting him touch the warmth between her legs, over a thin layer of her panties.
He rubbed his fingers over sodden fabric over her slit. “God, you’re so wet Claire…”
Claire shivered, nodding her head against his cheek. “yeah, Chris…I can’t help it, you got me kinda excited.. Since we were baking together, at least.”
“That long?” he flushed, slipping his fingers under the fabric to her soft, wet flesh. “Yeah… me too.”
Her fingers worked past the band of his boxers, and soon, had found his bare cock, her fingertips stroking along the underside “Yeah…but I didn’t wanna push, not yet. So I kept fightin’ it.”
“God,” he murmured. “Same. Cookies were great though.” He made a breathy noise as her fingers found the bare heat of his shaft, and he stroked his fingers through her folds, looking for the sensitive nub of flesh at the top.
Claire whimpered softly into his neck, shifting her hips to help him find her clit, her breath warm against his neck. “Delicious, as always.” she murmured “we’ll have more in the morning. Right now, Chris, I think we deserve a different kinda treat, huh?”
Chris huffed an embarrassed laugh. “Claire!... yeah we do.” His thumb made contact with her clit, and he started to stroke circles around it, sending little jolts of pleasure through her body from the sensitive spot.
Claire gasped, arching into him as her fingers tightened around his cock “What?” she said , halfway between a soft laugh and a chuckle. “It's true!”
“You’re right,” he chuckled, kissing her mouth again. “So let’s blow off a little steam together.”
Chris ground against her hands, teasing her clit as he did, his big, warm body half overshadowing her.
“Hey Chris?” She said as her fingers stroked up and down his shaft, teasing him with a half smile on her face.
He nuzzled against her. “Yeah, Claire?”
She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before she asked in a low tone “do you wanna fuck me? LIke…for real this time.”
Chris froze up, but she could feel his cock twitch in her hand at the suggestion. Whatever he might say next, it was undeniable that the thought got him hard.
“We… shouldn’t,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss her neck.
She teased his cock with her fingers, cupping the head of it as she leaned in and kissed his ear “why not? There ain’t any harm in it…we can be careful…”
He swallowed, and Claire could feel the heat of his body as he flushed. HIs fingers slowly started stroking her sex again. “You… told me your doctor put you on the pill, a-are you still on it?”
“Yeah, I’m still on it. I never stopped.” She said, nibbling gently on his earlobe as her fingers rubbed the head of his cock. “So no danger of that.”
He made a soft, eager noise as she touched him, and leaned into her gentle bites. “Claire, do you really want me to? If we do it– we can’t take it back. We’ll always have…”
“I know, Chris,” she said seriously, her fingers brushing up his stomach “I really want to, I promise.”
“Heh….” She felt his fingers retreat from the softness of her pussy, and trail gently over her leg. “You know how bad I am at saying no to you.”
“I know.” she chuckled “hope…hope I ain’t being too pushy,” she kissed his neck. “I just want this experience with you, you know? I’ve daydreamed about it before..”
“You’re not too pushy,” he breathed, pulling her close again, his hands softly moving down her body. “I want it, too. I’ve thought about it, but… well, you know me.”
“I know you wouldn’t wanna push it. I know you, Chris,” she chuckled. “I remember our first kiss.”
She shifted, arms wrapping around him and stroking down his sides as she met his eyes. “It’s why I made the first move.”
“You always get what you want out of me in the end,” he smiled back, and pressed her into a kiss. A moment later he shifted his body, to start to move so that he was on top of her.
Claire looked up at her brother with a bright smile “Yeah, it’s that Redfield stubbornness again.”
Reaching up, she traced her hand over his chin. “You know, you look good from down here.”
Chris flushed, and leaned into the touch of her hand. “You look good from up here. And you win on the stubbornness between us.”
“Someone had to inherit it.” She rubbed her fingers along his jawline, shifting under him so she was positioned between his legs. “Right?”
“I’d say we both did, but you got the bigger share.” He grinned down at her, settling her between his legs. “Wanna uh, get our underwear the rest of the way off? Might help.”
Claire laughed, and hooked her fingers in the band of his boxers. “Alright, you first, bro. Then you can strip me outta these too.”
“You got it, sis,” he promised, lifting his legs to help her pull them off him.
Claire pulled his pants down, and used her foot to pull them the rest of the way off his legs, humming in satisfaction as she did.
Chris kicked them away from them with a chuckle, and one of his hands shifted to find the waistband of Claire’s panties. “Here we go.”
“You as excited as I am?” She asked with a grin, as she wriggled her way out of her panties, helping him get them down and off her slickened sex.
“You just took my pants off, what do you think?” he grinned, and she felt him rub his stuff erection against her thigh. Her brother was hard as a rock, his familiar cock throbbing with desire.
Claire laughed, and reached her hand between them to give it a stroke, her lips parted in a wide smile “I think you’re ready to show your little sis a good time, that’s what I think.”
Chris shivered at her touch. “I’ll do my best,” he grinned. “Have you uh, done this before? At all?”
“Once.” she admitted. “though ah, it wasn’t with onna these '' she pat her hand on his cock head “my partner used a strap. But the basic concept’s the same, eh?”
He flushed and nuzzled her neck with his head. “Flirting with girls, huh? Fun time. Heh.. Good for you.” He moved his cock to rub the head of it gently against her slit, and she could feel its heat, and warmth.
Claire blushed, laughing softly “Thanks, bro. I know I can count on you to be supportive.” she grinned, rubbing her hips back against him.
“Girls, guys. They’re both nice company so why choose, eh?” she winked .“...but I got enough of the concept down…I think I can take ya.”
“Fuck, Claire, when you say it like that,” he breathed. He nuzzled her chest, getting his cock lined up with her slick opening. “It uh, it really turns me on.”
Claire flushed, wrapping her legs around him as she lay back on her brother’s bed with a soft sigh of breath. “Good, ‘cause I'm hornier than I’ve been in a while.”
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, guiding him closer to her.
“I can tell,” he murmured. He took a few deep breaths, feeling his cock pressing up against the threshold of her body. “Are you ready?”
Claire nodded, biting her lip before leaning up to peck him on the cheek. “I’m ready, Chris.”
Chris kissed her briefly on the lips in return, and then steadied himself, starting to press the head of his cock inside her, feeling her tight entrance stretching and opening around him. Claire could feel the thickness of her brother’s cock start to intrude on her body.
She made a soft sound, a bit of a huff of pleasure as she spread her legs, relaxing her body to ease it’s slide into her warm, wet folds. “Ahh…yeah, just like that.” she murmured. “just like that, Chris..”
“You like it?” he breathed, letting his shaft sink deeper inside of her. He could feel the wet softness of her insides tight around his cock, and she could feel the throb of it as he moved deeper into her, filling her up slowly.
She nodded, her body thrilling with pleasure as it pressed deeper inside of her. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she nuzzled her cheek against his neck “I love it.” She murmured.
“Never thought I’d get to feel my brother’s cock like this outside of my fantasies.”
He made a low noise, and pushed his way the rest of the way into her, their bodies in close, tight contact. He held her that way for a long moment, just feeling the inside of her body.
“God damn it, Claire, you make me feel like a pervert,” he muttered affectionately. “Never thought I’d have my cock buried in my sister, outside of fantasies.”
“If you’re a perv, bro, I’m one too.” Claire grinned as she kissed his neck. “I’m just glad I get to be one with you.”
Her fingers traced his back. “this is nice…real nice.”
“Yeah,” he breathed hoarsely, a dumb grin on his face. “It’s really nice.”
Holding his body up over her, he pulled out slightly, and thrust back in, sending a shockwave of pleasure through both of them.
“You want me to fuck you, Claire?” he breathed. “You want your brother to fuck you?”
She shivered, crying out in pleasure as he thrust into her again, trying to smother it against his neck with a low whimper “Yeah.” She breathed into his ear. “I want my brother to fuck me, Chris. Hard. I want you to make me come.”
“Fuck, Claire,” Chris shuddered as he started to move in and out of her, his hips picking up a slow starting rhythm, rocking his cock deep in her with each motion. “Fuck, I wanna make you come. I wanna make my little sister come.”
“You make it sound so dirty.” Claire said, though the grin on her face was obvious, as she stroked her fingers down his back, her hips starting in rhythm against his. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”
Chirs grunted, picking up the pace as he rocked inside her, the mattress squeaking beneath them. “What we’re doing is pretty fucking dirty, Claire,” he breathed. “But yeah… it’s part of the fun.”
Claire felt his hands stroke down her body, and grasp at her hips.
“Here I thought it was normal family bonding.” she purred teasingly, gripping his back as she began to thrust her hips back against his, meeting every thrust to drive him deeper as they moved in unison.
“Wouldn’t know,” he breathed, feeling the pleasure rising and coiling in him as he fucked his sister into the mattress. “Never had a normal family. Love the one I’ve got though.”
Chris took a deep breath, his hands trailing down his sister’s thighs. “You’re flexible, right? Can I lift your legs? I think I can get deeper.”
Claire shivered, biting her lip with a wink. “yeah, let’s see just how deep you can get, Chris.”
Her fingers trailed back up his spine “I love the family I got too…wouldn’t ask for anything different in the world.”
“Me neither…”
He shivered and hoisted his arms under her knees, pulling her legs up, and pushing them down toward her head. He was right about getting deeper, the next thrust almost hit the back of her, sending a shuddering jolt of pleasure through her whole body.
Claire was incredibly flexible. Easily, she raised her legs with his help to give him the room to shift…and when the next thrust hammered into her it gave her a full body twitch of pleasure, her lips parting in a sharp and pleasured gasp. “oh…oh that’s..that’s perfect.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, settling into a rhythm again inside her, his cock pistoning fast, and hard and deep. They were both athletic people, and their bodies moved easily and in unison, the pleasure rising between them as Chris fucked her.
Claire gripped his back, her whole body moving with his. The Redfields, together, part of her felt that it was the way they’d always meant to be. She nuzzled her face against him, breath puffing hot against his skin, interrupted by a sigh or a moan as his cock hammered hard into her body, deep and warm, accompanied by rising pleasure and the omnipresent lust at just how taboo this whole thing was.
Chris groaned along with her, holding his sister under him and fucking her hard as his body filled with eager lust and pleasure. It felt so right, despite knowing just how wrong it was. Maybe that was even part of why it felt so good.
“God, sis, I’m getting close,” he murmured. Honestly, he was holding back, trying not to tip over edge before he’d fucked her to her satisfaction.
Claire whimpered, nodding her head as she fell back against the pillow. “Me too, bro…just a little more. Just a bit more.” she panted. “please, don’t stop…”
“I won’t stop,” he promised her, rocking in and out of her, biting down on the waves of pleasure inside of him. His hands tensed around her legs as he kept working inside of her, his cock pounding her again and again. “I promised I’d make my sister come.”
Breathless, he gazed down at her beneath him, her face flushed and mouth open, hair splayed over the pillow. His sister was so gorgeous. God she looked so good just like that.
Claire smiled up at him, her face flushed, with a slight sheen of sweat from the exertion between them. Her head shifted to the side, as she gripped him harder, her whole body tensing up as he pounded into her…a heavy, thrusting, desperate rhythm that eventually came to a peak.
“I love you, Chris.” She breathed. “you’re …ah…the best big brother I coulda asked for.”
As their hips met again…she suddenly twitched, her pussy twitching around his cock as she came, fluid dripping onto the bed below as she tightened against him and clung to his chest, panting and stifling a moan with her lips on his neck as she came, hard.
“Oh fuck,” Chris moan drew the word out as he felt his sister come under him, her body twitching and spasming against him, her tight wetness squeezing his cock. “Fuck I love you too, Claire!”
Her intense orgasm broke all of his control all at once. Feeling her come against him sent a shockwave of pleasure and desire through his body, and he felt himself let go. His cock twitched inside of her, and he realized he was cumming deep, right inside his little sister’s pussy. He made a low noise, and held her legs tightly, as he fucked them both through it, rocking his cock in and out of her as they both twitched and shook with aching release.
Claire held him tight, nuzzling into his chest and neck with her face as she sighed breathlessly against him. “wow…” she murmured, the first word said between us after the moment of post-release silence. “Wow, Chris…”
Spent, his sweat covered body fell gently against her and he let her legs fall now, scooping his arms tight around her, and nuzzling her to him. “W-wow is right,” he breathed. “Goddamn, Claire…”
She squeezed him, holding him lovingly against her body as she pulled up the covers over themselves. “I hope …maybe now we won’t have to tiptoe around this kinda thing again?” she murmured with a shy grin. “because that was amazing.”
He nuzzled her again, body still trembling slightly and kissed over her face and neck. “Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly. “Yeah. No more tiptoeing. Maybe uh– maybe I can fuck you again in the morning?”
Chris flashed her a bright, earnest and embarrassed grin.
Claire brushed her fingers through his hair with a grin, kissing his cheek. “A little mornin’ pick me up? Count me in, bro.”
He rolled his body gently off of her, and scooped her to his side, leaning in and returning the cheek kiss. “Consider you counted. Man, I love you, Claire. I’m really glad to have you home.”
Claire cuddled warmly against him, smiling sleepily in the afterglow. “Chris…” she murmured “I love ya too.” she looked up at him “There’s no place like home ,right?”
He pushed a sweaty lock of hair out of his sister’s face and smiled back. “No place like home.”
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