The Best Part of Waking Up

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Looking out the window, Dave could see the figure closing the taxi door and grabbing her bags. He smiled, moving from the window through the living room to the front door, swinging it open just as the figure rose her fist to knock. She grinned, cocking her hip as she observed him.

"I must have the wrong house," she commented.

"Brother!" he said, gesturing toward himself, as they embraced. Brother? he thought. That's what I came up with? It's been years and the first thing I think of to say is "brother"? She's not my brother, I'm her brother, I should've said sister, I'm so fucking stupid. "I missed you so much," he said, moving aside so she could come in, setting her bags by the door as they made their way into the kitchen. "I waited up all night for you, you know," he said, leaning against the counter as she smiled, stepping into the kitchen.

"It's a long way from New York," she replied, glancing over and moving to the coffeepot. "Oh thank goodness – real coffee." She smiled, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring herself a glass as Dave watched her, observing her figure up and down. It had been a long, long time since he'd seen her, and she sure had changed. She leaned against the table and smiled.

"I brought you something," she said, picking a package up off the ground and setting it on the table. "From far away."

"Really?" he chuckled, taking it. He turned the package over before removing the bow, crossing the room and sticking it to Rose's chest.

"What are you doing?" she laughed.

"You're my present this year," he said softly. She blushed, her eyes down toward her cup of Folgers™ Classic Roast coffee. Dave swallowed his fear, taking her hand in his, meeting her eyes as he lowered her cup of Folgers™ to the counter and pressing forward, his lips meeting hers. Her eyes were conflicted, studying his face, her lips tasting like bitter coffee. She finally conceded, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to meet his.

He pressed his body to hers, her arms wrapping around him and pulling him in closely, tightly. They hadn't seen each other in years, he told himself. Fucking sell it.

"God I've missed you," he gasped as he broke the kiss, moving to her neck and nibbling softly along the flesh there, making her chuckle deep in her throat.

"Mm, have you? What did you miss?"

"The way you look," he said after a beat. "The way you smell." She purred and leaned her head back as his lips and tongue moving along her chest as she yanked her shirt off over her head, unfastening her bra as he fondled her breasts. "Man, I missed these…"

"Did you? I know you stared at your younger sister a lot, didn't you?" she teased, curling her fingers in his hair. He simply grunted in response, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other, sucking and nibbling hard, causing her to coo and grunt, tugging him closer.

"Come on," he whimpered, his fingers moving to her jeans and rubbing through the denim, causing her to jerk lightly. "Give it to me," he hissed.

"But big brother," she replied, pouting. "You don't want to take things slow?" He growled and threw her to the ground, climbing over her and yanking at her jeans, making her grin and claw the tile until his fingers found purchase, ripping them free from her, tearing his own off quickly. "You really are taking things fast," she chuckled as he pushed her legs up to her chest.

"Shut it, little sister," he replied, pushing into her with one swift motion. She cried out, shuddering around him in her first small orgasm. "Did you…?" She nodded and bit her lip and he smirked, pumping into her faster, deeper, causing her to cry out and grunt, her bare back against the tiled kitchen floor. He pumped into her over and over, his shades askew, hair caked to his brow with sweat.

"Fuck, Dave…" she panted, feeling a bead of her own sweat running down her back.

"Brother," he replied, correcting her. Fuck, AGAIN? She smirked, seemingly reading his mind, and he pushed into her harder, wiping her grin away, replacing it with an agonizing gasp.

"Do it," she moaned and he picked her up, sitting her on the counter.

"I'm not ready," he grunted, holding her hips and pounding away.

"Please, Dave," she whimpered, grinding against him hard before pulling out and sliding down his body. "Do it, now."

"Rose…"

"Now!" she yelled, eyes closed and he cried out, coating her face and chest-

-in Folgers™ brand Classic Roast coffee.

"DAVID STRIDER!" she demanded, standing and wiping her nude body of the coffee as the dream bubble wavered around them and he collapsed to the ground laughing. "We were having a moment and you had to go and do that. How did you even do that?"

"It's a dream, Rose," he replied, wiping some of the coffee from his dick and tasting it. "Yup. Definitely Classic Roast. That's fucking great."

"That's not 'fucking great', that's awful. You're awful and you ruined the moment."

"Hey, I told you I wasn't ready, 'little sister'," he replied, slugging her arm. "You gotta be more patient, wait things out. You'll get what you want if you're patient." She huffed and he rolled his eyes, moving in close and kissing her hard. "Come on. Don't be like that."

"I wanted this to end well," she pouted.

"Yeah, well, sometimes your ecto-brother isn't ready to cum during your incestuous parody of a coffee commercial, okay?" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, I'm already worked up. Do you want to run the whole thing again and MAYBE I can get off when you want me to, you shrewd needy bitch?" Her eyes lit up.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, yeah, just set it up." She grinned, fuzzing out of existence as the house rebuilt around him, his clothes back on and standing by the window. Looking out the window, Dave could see the figure closing the taxi door and grabbing her bags.