Realizing her brother was asleep, it irked her, but instead of kicking him awake, she half buried herself int he blankets and simply studied his face.
When had he become so handsome? His jaw was so much more square than when he was young and awkward and gawky looking. But she had seen him training....
She chewed on her lower lip and found her hand wondering between her legs. She felt heat there, and it was wet. And the more she looked at him, the more she wanted to touch herself.
But it was dangerous. He could awaken, he could catch her. And it wasn't right for her to just.. just do that. To touch herself, but she couldn't help it, and only touched herself lightly, dipping fingers in just a tad, as she felt her breathing growing shallow and inwardly cursed herself as she knew she ought to stop but it was hard not to let her imagination go wild.
Soon she had to turn away from him as fingers needed to sink in deeper, and her breathing grew ragged as she tried to figure out just how to get herself to peak in silence, while not awaking her brother whom she was fantasizing over in the bed right beside her.