A Brother's Seduction

[poohlive]

A Brother's Seduction *closed*

A tale of two siblings and the fatal game of seduction they play with each other. Closed to Le Reina.

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Kyle sat at a lone corner Starbucks stirring a latte and checking his watch. He looked distinguished and bored at the same time. In his navy blue business suit he looked like someone who might frequent coffee shops and sip on his latte as he texted or worked on his Mac. Instead, Kyle simply sat bored, staring outside the window.

She was late... again.

Laila had asked him to meet her here today. This already put Kyle in a defensive mood. Laila was his half sister, and they had only seen each other a handful of times in the passed year. Mostly holidays or on the rare occasion when they bumped into each other downtown.

Her calling him up out of the blue and asking to meet only meant two things. Either she was pregnant or she needed money. He supposed it could be both.

Her and her mother didn't live in the best of circumstances. He knew she was going to college now, or at least trying to. He honestly didn't even know if she had a job.

Laila and him really didn't talk all that much anymore. So, going out for coffee and just catching up on old times would be as much of a surprise for him as anything.

He hoped she wasn't pregnant.

He pulled out his phone and sent her a text.

So... where are you?

 

[La_Reina]

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Laila hated taking public transportation as it seemed to always be freaking late. She opened her phone and looked at the time. She was 5 minutes late and if she wasn't quick enough Kyle would leave and she feared she wouldn't have the courage to do this again. Laila sighed. How sad is that; to be afraid to ask your own brother for help. Granted, the thought to ask her father seemed too scary and she went with the still scary, but much more approachable brother route.

Naturally, thinking of her father and brother made her resentful and angry. Her mother had married Kyle's father, who already had Kyle. It was a blissful 1 year marriage before Laila was born and a little while later that her mother got tired of the raising kids alone and her husband out doing whatever, and just being alone. Hence the divorce. Unfortunately, her mother forgot about the prenup and got a little bit of money before they were just trying to make ends meet. Her father sent money on her birthday and holidays and other than a few times each year she was her mother's child and Kyle was her father's child.

It sucked.

So Laila had vowed to work her ass off and take over her father's company and make him pay. Except she got to college and partied. Hard. She was considered pretty and exotic here. Boys like her and girls wanted to hang out with her all the time. It was something new and fun and she had paid the price. She was on academic probation. Her scholarship was pulled. Which meant this next semester she had to pay for her own books, classes, everything. If she can get back on the right track she can get her scholarship back, BUT she didn't have that type of money. Her brother did.

Laila's phone vibrated and she glanced at the text message from Kyle. She texted back I'm almost there.

Laila finally got off the bus (5 minutes later) and ran the 2 blocks to the coffee shop. Good he was still there. She checked her heart rate, fluffed her curly hair, and smoothed down her skirt and buttoned up green t shirt. She took in a deep breath and opened the door, hearing the chime above her head. She smiled at her brother and walked over to him sitting across from him. "Hello dear brother how are you?"

 

[poohlive]

Kyle could count on his sister for two things. She would always be late and she would always look stunning. He imagined with the right kind of contacts she could have been some sort of model. He always did smile when he saw her, despite being annoyed with her, he did enjoy having her around.

"I'm just fine. It's not every day I get to wait in a Starbucks for 15 minutes, just watching the traffic go by. Quite soothing."

The frustration in his voice shone through, enough so Kyle immediately felt sorry for saying it. It was just par for the course with his sister. She probably had a million excuses for why she couldn't make it here on time, and each one would be her own personal crisis. And it would probably all go back to the fact that his dad divorced her mom and left her without any money.

They'd had this conversation numerous times.

"So... should I ask about college and other small talk, or are we just going to get right down to it. What do you want this time, sis?"

Kyle could be smooth and regal, even at times cordial with his family. But those times were few and far between. Perhaps if she had shown up on time he would have pretended to give a damn, but at the moment her being late was going to make him late, and Kyle did not like to be late.

With both of his elbows on the table, he gave Laila his undivided attention.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila balked at Kyle's tone. "It's not my fault. First I don't have a car, like some people, so I had to take the bus. And of course every old person was using the bus today and seemed to take forever to get on the stupid bus. And of course the new rules is everyone has to be seated or secured before the bus could move so naturally the bus was running later and later. I mean if Mom and Dad were still together and someone had a nice car like that..." Laila looked out the window. "I assume that black shiny one is yours or made that red sleek one. Point is I wouldn't have been late."

Laila sat back and uncrossed her legs just to cross them again in the different direction. She was oblivious to the guy who had stopped drinking his coffee to stare at her before catching himself and going back to his coffee. She smiled at her brother who was always so pompous and blunt. She sighed thinking should she go pathetic, nope he was past the pity stage. Maybe she should try the direct approach; nope he'll tell her to fuck off and leave. He was in an angry mood. Bargaining it was.

"I need help. I lost my scholarship due to something stupid and I need only a few couple thousand for books and classes. I'm not asking for handout dear older brother." She hoped she had caught him off guard with that declaration. "I'm sure you could use help in something and I'm the girl to work her ass off for the money up front. Otherwise I would get a job, but I need to pay for schooling now."

Laila paused a moment and his hesitation made her desperate. "Please, Kyle. I'll do anything. Mom has moved in with some loser and I have no where to live or go. I need to stay in school or I'm royally fucked. Please. I'll do anything. Shovel shit. Done. Be your personal assistant. Done. Anything." Though it was interesting that Laila thought shoveling shit was a less punishment than being her brother's assistant.

 

[poohlive]

Kyle slid his finger around the cup of his latte as he heard his sister speak. It amused him. It was like watching reality tv and the self imposed drama that people fling at themselves. His sister had become his own private "Jerry Springer" show.

He let her finish. He wanted to interrupt, sometimes with questions other times simply with laughter, but he chose to sit quietly and hear her out. He didn't think his sister could stand it if he just made fun of her outright.

"Your scholarship was lost? Whatever happened? You know, I have a friend in Admissions, if it's some silly clerical thing I can just give him a call and we'll get this taken care of."

But, it wasn't. They both knew it wasn't, but Kyle thought it best to ask anyway. He wanted to drag the truth out of her. She passed over it as if why she needed the money didn't matter. But it did. Of course it did.

Kyle took another sip from his latte.

"How much exactly do you need?" She said a couple of thousand, but in Laila's world that would probably be more like 4 or 5. He wondered if she tried to ask Dad first before coming to him.

"I don't know, sis... that's a lot of money..."

Not really. He didn't care about the money. It was just money. but, as his father always said, it was the principal of the thing. And if Laila wanted to come begging and pleading him for money, that was fine... but Kyle expected her to actually beg and plead.

He wondered if she might get down on her knees for him.

What would his sister Laila do for money? Kyle enjoyed that idea. He wondered if perhaps giving his sister this money might be beneficial to him after all.

He looked at her innocently enough, waiting to hear her excuses.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila stared at Kyle with a dumbfounded her look. She knew her brother wasn't dumb and yet he was acting like it. They both knew what 'lost' meant. Which meant her brother wanted to torture her. Fine! Laila sat forward on the chair; her upper chest on the table as whispered so only he would hear her. "I'm on academic probation, because I partied instead of going to class." Laila ground her teeth hating that this was the first time she had admitted that it was truly her fault.

Than he acted like him giving her a few thousand was alot. The man had more money than she wanted to think about. Which hurt her even more that her father... nope she wasn't going there. "Well, it's a little more than you think. I have to double up on classes that I didn't pass and I'm thinking maybe 10 grand most." Not to mention pay for a little bit of damage she may have done to her dorm room which she was NOT going to tell him about.

Kyle looked like he seriously was gong to reject her. Laila started to panic again. "Come on Kyle. I said I would do anything. And I meant anything. You know you probably have this much money has chump change. Please. Kyle. I'm your little sister. You used to care about me once. You were my hero. I used to worship you and think you were the best. Than you and dad left me. You let mom take me away and you and dad stopped caring about me." Laila let tears fill her eyes. "Do you know how hard it was? No! You had everything. Schools preparing you for the best and going to Ivy league school. I was poor. POOR! My own father doesn't care, but I at least thought my half brother would feel something for the little sister that used to look up to him wanting to be with him all the time."

Laila blinked and a lone tear trailed down her cheek. She managed to hold back the other tears as she sat back and crossed her arms. She still hadn't noticed the guy that was now glaring at her brother for making her cry even if he did not know the reason. "I need help. I'm begging you for help. We're family. I thought that meant something." Laila turned her head and stared out the window for dramatic effect. She looked as if she was struggling internally not to cry.

 

[poohlive]

Begging with a little bit of crying thrown in for good measure. Kyle looked down at his now cold latte. He had to hide the absolute happiness of this moment. She was not down on her knees, but he imagined this would be as close as he would get.

And that idea kept running through his mind, how this might benefit him much more than her. If she felt like he owed her something, she would do anything.

"Laila," He reached out and took her hand. If she were going to pretend to cry, he was going to pretend to care.

"I'm here for you. I'm still your big brother, sis. Don't worry about something silly as money. You just let me take care of that for you. It's the least I can do. I can take care of you."

It kept coming up, back and forth again. He wanted to use her, wanted to embarass her with her taking the money. First and foremost he wanted her on her knees in front of him. He didn't think that would be too hard.

"Why don't you be my personal secretary?" The thought came to him as quickly as he spoke, "For ten thousand, I can see you helping me out. I have a charity ball that one of Dad's friends is holding this weekend, and it's supposed to be black tie, so I need something that looks good on me. Could you help me pick something out? So I don't look completely foolish in front of everyone?"

Little sister did have a good fashion sense. And with any luck she would dress him up in something she adored seeing him in. That pleased Kyle to no end.

 

[La_Reina]

Come on, Come on, cooooooome on! Yes. There. Gotcha! It worked. She wasn't doing the pity thing she was working on his sense of honor and it worked. The tears were real, so were the emotions, but she could care less about him being her big brother. It was the means that she needed to justify the ends. Besides if he got suckered it was his own little rich fault. Family they were, but that didn't matter all those years when she saw their faces in papers while her and mom lived on the street.

"Really, Kyle?" Laila looked innocent widening her eyes to make her look even a little bit like a helpless child. "This means so much for me thank you." She flashed him a small smile that turned sexy. Opps. SHe immediately turned it down. She was used to using these kind of tactics on a different guy to get whatever she wanted from him homework written, a paper done, an A in biology. Same tactics, but different response.

"Personal secretary," Laila said slowly. She had mentioned she would, but she hadn't truly thought he would want her to be. To be his sister and work for him. It was a hard lump she swallowed as her true emotions flitted across her face before she could stop them and smile beautifully at her brother. "Of course. We'll go to that one tailor down the block and we'll find something old, but new. Remember the 1950's gangsters with the long jackets. Something like that, but not as big in the pants. It'll be a fashion statement I promise. It's already starting to trickle to the states from Parie (she said Paris like the wanna be french), except you'll be the first to wear it here."

Laila looked down, but rolled her eyes up seductively. She was trying to play sweet. "See big brother I can help and thank you again. I..." Laila paused and blinked slowly. "Love you, Kyle. You're the best."

 

[poohlive]

Kyle saw a moment where her happiness turned into something else. It made him pause, it looked almost like his sister had been flirting with him. The moment left her though, shaking into a softer emotion. It had only been a short pause, but it was there.

Kyle thought it best to save that information for later. No use ruining his new found plans now.

"See, I never would have thought of a gangster style. This is why I need someone to help me. Laila, I think I would be lost without someone like you to help me out," He made a fake pout face and then burst out with laughter.

He got up and gave his sister a big hug. They were a happy family once more, passing money between them had suddenly formed some sort of a bond. Laila had all her dreams come true now.

"Are you free right now? You want to come dress me up? It has to be something you would find sexy... no matter how much it costs."

 

[La_Reina]

Laila smiled at his compliment. She felt good about her sense of fashion and she almost laughed at his pout. She held it back until he laughed and she mirrored his getting up and she hugged him back laughing. This was easy. Simple. And she gets to go shopping too. Not bad and after a week she was sure Kyle would forget the little sister secretary thing and she could go back to school and do no more partying ... okay just a little bit of partying.

"Right now? Yeah. I mean Yes, Sir." Laila waggled her eyebrows laughing. She stuttered step when he covertly reminded her money was not a problem for him. She recovered nicely and followed him to his car. "Of course and something sexy. Who's the female? You gotta share?"

Laila hopped into the front seat feeling at ease in his car. It made her feel like this was where she belonged. She knew she looked at home here. She tilted her head back and waited for Kyle to drive them to their destination. Once there she got out, opened the door for Kyle to enter, and began looking through the colors. Black tie so she would go with the traditional black, but just a tid bit of color. Maybe a deep blood red for the tie and handkerchief.

"Go stand over there and let that man take your measurements. I'm thinking a deep black cotton with a tinge of silk to give it that regal soft look. I'm also thinking maybe a deep red for your tie and handkerchief. You'll just have to make sure your date is wearing red or as close to the color red as you are."

 

[poohlive]

Laila happy. Laila smiling. Laila oblivious. It all seemed the same. The struggle between them apparently over, it was now onto brother and sister mentality. The feud of money and pain forgotten now. His sister conveniently forgot about her problems once she was promised money.

Kyle did enjoy her with him. She was, if nothing else, a lovely piece of eye candy. She looked like she belonged in his car, as if she were some accessory that he had forgotten to buy. Power windows, GPS navigation and a half sister that dripped liquid sex when she wanted to.

"Date?"

Kyle had conveniently forgotten about that part.

He had been having an on again off again relationship with a girl named Heather. Someone that both his father and Heather's father would be a good match. Unfortunately Heather enjoyed the idea of being with him more than actually dating him.

So, it had been a few weeks since they even spoke.

Kyle stood in the far corner getting measurements as Laila began looking for the right colors and fabrics. He watched her, deep in thought, looking down at what might work for her.

Another delightfully naughty idea came to Kyle.

"You should be my date," He said. He had remembered that look she gave him, one that had been flirting almost sexual. It might have been a mistake, but Kyle didn't think so. He felt pretty sure something had been there.

"Come with me. I want someone on my arm that will make everyone jealous, and you in a short little cocktail dress will certainly do that. You can be quite a distraction when you want to be."

Carl measure his across and down, checking both the inseam and waist. Kyle put his arms out when he needed, moving this way and that until this man had every measured angle available on him.

"I can buy you a new dress for the party."

 

[La_Reina]

Yeah, date. Sometimes her brother was so clueless. She had heard through various talks and the insipid bullshit of the few friends they shared or well more like she was still friends with some of the sisters of the brothers Kyle still hung with so she got all the gossip of his bubblegum head girlfriend. She was pretty, gorgeous, worth lots of money, but something was missing. She also knew Jenna Fredrick (from the Fredrick's of Hollywood lineage) wanted her brother something fierce, but he ignored the brunette for the blond. Pity really.

"Me?" Laila was surprised, but the more she thought of it the more she liked the idea. Finally going to a boring event, but for one night it'll be like she was where the money was. Where she should have been. "Okay. This one." Laila pointed to deep black with a slight shine fabric. She also decided that the blood red would be the color of his tie with two black angled lines and the handkerchief would be the same.

"You know with a new dress comes, new shoes, new purse, and of course a new hair do." Laila smiled prettily. "But to be your office assistant I guess I must look my best especially if you want me to be that distraction." Laila turned and looked towards the row of stores that housed only the best Gucci, Chanel, Dior, Ana Sui, and everything a girl like her could hope for.

She turned to her brother. "So whom am I distracting?" With her eyes full of the beautiful dress she imagined on her and her on the arm of some sexy male her brother wanted to get out of the way for some reason or another she hadn't realized she had turned on the full charm. She threw her head back causing her hair to whip out and land on her back (a practiced move done to perfection) and her eyes were half close (bedroom eyes). She had her mouth closed, but only a small slit of space separated so they were pouty, full, and seductive. Oh she couldn't wait for the man her brother wanted her to meet. Her brother DID want her to meet some guy and distract him, right?

 

[poohlive]

Kyle actually quite liked the outfit. It had an aura of confidence about it, like the way a predator might dress if he were to come out of the jungle and walk onto Wall Street. This little venture might be more beneficial than Kyle originally realized.

He wandered over to his sister and watched her look out the window, to the aimless shops that lined the streets here. No doubt she was already thinking of what she might wear. One dress would soon become a whole outfit for her. Kyle didn't mind though, the time and the money would be worth it. He wanted his little sister looking her best throughout her whole ordeal.

"He's an executive at the company," Kyle lied, "Actually he reminds me of myself, perhaps that's why I don't like him very much. So, why don't you just think about what might distract me, and that should be just about right."

And Kyle took a long leering look at his sister. She could pour sex and charm into any situation if given a moment to herself. It was one of her best talents in his opinion. He gave a slight golf clap when she did it for him now. Still, his eyes couldn't help but linger.

"Let's get everything you need..." He said, letting himself be led by the nose.

"Price is no object sis, I just need you to be as distracting as possible."

 

[La_Reina]

Laila listened to her brother as she motioned for a strip of the red cloth so she could have her dress match exactly. "Hmmm, someone like you. So he's probably ruthless, cold, and blunt. He'll need something eye catching, alluring, sexy, and yet with a hint of the Innocent." Laila glanced at her brother, glanced at herself, and smiled. She slightly led him down the street to a consignment store. She knew he was probably curious, but if this man was anything like her brother, if he could not name the dress than that could also pique his curiosity.

Laila opened the door and walked in. "I need a dress that matches this color and would be simplistically sexy." Laila walked around. The woman brought back a dress and Laila shook her head no. "It's too plain." The woman scurried off and brought back 3 more. Laila declined them all for one reason or another. Laila must have said no to 30 dresses when she pulled back a rack and gasped.

"Can you stain this dress to match this color without ruining it?" The shop owner looked insulted and said yes. There was the perfect white dress and once stained she knew it would be nice. The shop owner smiled and smacked herself in the forehead.

"This one."

Laila turned and there was her white dress, but it was stained red with an undertone of black. "Oh my goodness it's perfect. Let me try it on." Laila scurried to the back and came back fast as she stood in front of Kyle. "Well, do you think this will do?"

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[poohlive]

Kyle followed Laila closely. She seemed to be in her own world now, lost in the world of fashion and retail. He rather enjoyed following her along, blindly watching her as she glided through the stores. She had an air of confidence about her that he had rarely seen.

His plan had begun. Laila was already thinking about looking sexy for him. She wanted to impress his "friend" at this ball, with his own personality. So each fabric Laila touched had the thought of, "Would my brother find this sexy on me"

He liked her having these kinds of thoughts inside her head. Kyle's devious plan of seduction was well underway.

One hand idly trailed along a row of dresses as he walked down an aisle. None of them particularly stood out to him. They were elegant and fascinating, but that only brought out images of his parents going to some classy ball. Kyle didn't care.

Laila finally spoke up, "This one."

She scooped up the dress and scrambled into a dressing room, only to emerge a short time later. The dress hugged her, like someone had dawned her body in satin and put her on display for the world to see. Even Kyle had to take a moment, speechless when she emerged.

He felt a twitch of his cock, trying his best to ignore it.

The shop owner clapped and began throwing out random compliments.

Kyle wasn't as nice.

Instead he put his hands behind his back and slowly circled his sister. He looked up and down at the dress, eyeing it with a dispassion. He didn't want to admit to his sister that he enjoyed her in this, he couldn't very well do that. Instead he wanted to play off his uncaring mood for a while longer.

He put his hand on her chin and lifted her head up, to look at the slim of her neck, so sexy against the dress itself. A small smile escaped him, even if he didn't wish it to. He couldn't help that his sister turned into a sex kitten in this outfit.

"It definitely invokes a reaction," Kyle said, in an amusing tone, "If he feels at the ball the way I do now, we can count on some distraction."

Behind her now, he ran his hand down the side of the dress just at Laila's hip, "Can we take this in and inch or two? I just want it to be flush..."

He pulled at the dress, seeing more of her curved hip come out. With her slim waist that curve looked stunning. He imagined once the dress was the right color it would match even more.

Although, he could see her panty line if it were this tight.

"I do hope this won't be a problem at the ball," He mused, his finger running long the line of her underwear.

"Yes... yes I like it. It's yours Laila. What else do we need?"

 

[La_Reina]

Laila waited. The shop owner was of course going to say the dress looked lovely even if it was square, creme (not her color), and frumpy. She waited for the true person to tell her how she looked. She watched her brother's eyes and saw the hint of amusement and maybe a glimmer of approval. She felt herself on display and a shimmer of awareness washed over her. She didn't like his hesitation and that made her rethink and take a second look at herself. Maybe this wasn't a good choice, but she thought it was simplistically sexy and would do well.

Kyle stalked towards her and Laila felt her breath catching in her throat. He grabbed her chin sharply, lifting it, and some odd emotion spiraled through her. She waited and let him examine the dress. She wanted to know what that emotion was. What she had just felt and as Kyle examined her she did the same. What was going on here? His words pulled her out of her reverie. "A reaction?" Laila turned and caught her brother's eye. "And what way are you feeling now, big brother?" The question was filled with innuendo that even the shop owner lifted an eyebrow now realizing they were related.

The owner jump to at the question and nodded making the measurements to take the dress in. "Very lovely, sir."

Laila looked at the dress in the mirror and noticed the dress would look poured onto her if they took it in. She didn't object. It was what they wanted. The owner had walked off leaving the two alone so she could write down the adjustments she had to make. Kyle traced her panties and she jumped a little at the contact as that same odd feeling coursed through her. Why did she want to do as he said all of a sudden? Because he was the boss and he was paying for her schooling. Duh! "Of course. I will wear a thong or none at all."

She started to head back to the dressing room to change. "I will need a matching purse and shoes. I would also require maybe $200 to get my hair done. Is there a style you prefer?" Laila entered the dressing room changing out of the gown as she spoke and listened to the plans to be made.

 

[poohlive]

Following her to just outside the dressing room, Kyle leaned up against the near wall. He thought better of himself to answer her question of how he felt. He might tell her when they were somewhere more private. She deserved an answer to his question, after all she had been trying to arouse him. It only made sense that it would work.

"Whatever you need," He said idly, taking out his phone and checking messages. He had a meeting in about an hour uptown. He texted his secretary and told her to push the meeting back to two hours, pressing business at the moment.

"Up" He thought about her hair. He liked the idea of seeing her slim neck and the more skin he could see of her the better. Besides that he wanted her to know she was changing just for him. He had to pick a style she didn't normally wear, making her go outside of her comfort zone for him.

"Definitely up. And straightened as well. That's how I prefer you."

Kyle certainly enjoyed saying that. He was glad only the shop owner could see him smile.

"So, that is it then? I can leave you some money for your shopping. I'm hoping I can take you out to dinner tomorrow or the next day, to talk strategy about the party. You want to go to Che Vitz, that new french place near Stark... or would some place more like Applebee's suit you?"

An elite french restaurant is just what he needed. He wanted it to feel like he was asking her on a date, courting her, and desperately wanting her approval. This new type of seduction was definitely starting to excite Kyle. He wondered how long he could make it last.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila nodded to the up hair do before she realize he couldn't see her. "Of course. Up it will be." She almost balked at the straightened. She liked her hair curly, but this was her brother and he knew the enemy. Plus what if she said no and he stopped helping her. "Long straight tresses it will be. Anything else?" The last was said kinda sarcastically though she was thinking on the 'how i prefer you', part and she opened the door quickly looking at him.

"How you-" She was cut off as Kyle asked if they were finished. "Um yes. Just give me one of those black cards and I'll find matching shoes and a purse." Laila was walking past her brother to exit the store when she turned sharply. "Che Vitz really?!" She furrowed her brow and slapped her brother's shoulder when he mentioned Applebees. She could sock him in the eye.

"Of course Che Vitz. I think I have an adequate dress for such an event." She rushed into his eyes hugging him tightly. "Oh Kyle. You do care and that would be wonderful. I've always wanted to go. You..." She kissed both his cheeks thinking of the restaurant. She had full plans to go on tomorrow. Maybe she'll get her hair done how he wanted tonight. She waited for Kyle to give her one of his cards and as he drove away she watched him with a full smile on her lips.

It took 3 hours for Laila to find the perfect shoes. She sent Kyle a text. I hope you like these. She had bent over to get a close up of the shoes not realizing the mirror behind her showed her peek-a-boo boy panties in her skirt. Obviously she only looked at the shoes and not the background of the picture before she sent it. The purse was easy. She bought a clutch and went back to the same shop owner and had her dye the purse as well.

Laila was at home. She had taken a straightening iron to her hair and noticed her hair nearly touched her bum when it wasn't curly and pulled up. She sent another picture to her brother. It's so long! She was wearing a white female's version of a wifebeater tee with no bra and he couldn't see she was in her panties. See you tomorrow night. Laila continued working on her hair not expecting to see anyone tonight.

 

[poohlive]

The day went along rather well. Kyle felt a sense of accomplishment in today. He had his own secret plan slowly building to fruition. His only regret is that he could not share this with anyone. He even tried thinking of who might enjoy sharing this kind of dark humor with him, but he couldn't think of anyone. In all honestly no one would really appreciate what he was doing here. No one would really understand.

He got the first picture text from his sister and almost thought she had done it on purpose. He could see straight up her skirt, to cute panties he wore. It brought back a slight memory of showing them to her in that tight dress he wore. He practically touched them and his sister did not even notice.

His cock twinged once more. This picture could be right up there with some Playboy centerfold. Some random hot girl unknowingly flashing herself to the world. He said nothing, but he saved the picture to his phone.

She sent another text later in the day, showing him her hair. She looked hot in it as well, but the more submissive touch was her straightening her hair. He said that's how he prefers her, and she went home the very same night and changed it for him. He wondered if she thought about that, or it just came to her.

Either way, his plan was working.

You look wonderful, sis. Thank you.

The night of the date had to go perfect. Kyle had to look his best. He didn't enjoy his blue suit very well, but he knew his sister enjoyed the color. Blue popped his eyes, she had said. He felt more interested in duller gray and lighter black, but today it felt all right to move out of his comfort zone a bit.

After all, this was just for his sister.

He drove up to her campus dorm, parking outside and leaning against his car. He had a white lily for her, idly playing with it in his hands.

This was a date.

To anyone looking, it was an attractive man with money taking out an attractive woman. That's what Kyle wanted it to look like, and more importantly that's what he wanted his sister to start thinking.

He noticed that once again his sister was running late.

He sent her a text: Late again? Do I have to spank you? We've got reservations... put on some panties and get out here.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila was brushing out her hair. Her roommate, Tatiana, came through the door and she glanced up surprise. Laila hadn't seen her roommate in .. well since last year. The girl stayed gone. Laila kinda liked it like that, because it meant she basically had her own room. Tatiana stared at her.

"Girl, you straightened your hair. Looks good on you. What made you do that?"

Laila shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought it was time for a change. Or ..." Laila really hadn't thought on why she straightened her hair. She remembered her brother wanted it like that, but she didn't know why she did it herself. Anywho it didn't matter. "Whatever. So you're back?"

Tatiana laughed. "Nope. I'm actually going to move in with Malick. No worries I'm not telling anyone so you can keep the room to yourself. Just getting a few things." Tatiana was actually throwing things into a bag, but her side of the room still looked like she would need a couple dozen boxes to packed. Laila said nothing as she shrugged into a strapless simple black dress. Every woman had that perfect little black dress and this was Laila's.

"Girl. You look hot. Who you getting all dressed up for?"

"No one." Laila laughed. It was true. She was just going out with her brother.

Tatiana looked at her watch. "8:15. I gotta go. Girl, call me and tell me about him. And if you get any."

"Girl, gro-! Oh NO! Did you say 8:15! Shit!" Her phone vibrated and she cringed knowing exactly who that was. Mr. Punctual.

Tatiana laughed. "You really do run on *CP Time you know that." With those words Tatiana walked out the door leaving Laila to fumble for a pair of black pumps and grab her clutch. She flipped open her phone and texted as she walked quickly down the hall. Panties will ruin the dress. Not even a thong. You'll see. I'm coming.

2 minutes later and Laila was bursting through the door as some nice college guy opened the doors for her. She smiled at the guy who was watching her hips shake side to side in the dress as she walked to her brother. The guy immediately looked crestfallen and turned inside thinking Kyle was Laila's date. Laila hugged her brother warmly before pulling back. "I love this suit on you. Your eyes are so much bluer." Laila stared at them for a moment just loving the way they looked so blue; like the ocean or the sky on a nice summer day. She finally pulled back and walked to the car waiting for her brother to open it.

"We aren't too late are we? I'm sorry."

*CP Time = colored people time

 

[poohlive]

When Kyle finally saw his sister he realized what the text meant. That dress didn't look like it was concealing much and panties would simply get in the way. No underwear at all. The thought played in his mind until he couldn't help but smile. Once more he found himself being attracted to his sister.

He hugged her, holding her close to him. The second he could smell the perfume butterflies began swirling in his stomach. He felt the way he did on a date, nervous and excited. Odd. He didn't have that feeling until just now.

"Thank you, and you look simply stunning. You certainly know how to take a man's breath away," He opened the door for her, closing it once she was inside his car.

"Let's see if we can make it to that restaurant," He said as he got into the car. They were late, but with a little help on the lights and a few shortcuts should make everything ok.

"So this is your little black dress?" He openly looked at it up and down, a flimsy excuse to eye his sister, "It looks like you had to poured it on. I can see why you aren't wearing any underwear."

Once more his cock twitched in reaction. He had been enamored with his sister over the passed two days. She'd tried on outfits for him, sent him pictures of her in basically her underwear, and now looked almost delicious sitting next to him. He had to keep calm, and keep his thoughts on his own plan.

They circled the restaurant twice before Kyle found a decent spot. He opened the door for his sister and held out his hand to escort her, unsure if he did that for her sake or his own. He wanted to make her feel like she was on a date, but at the same time he wanted to stop himself from feeling like he was on a date. This plan was becoming more and more complex as he went along.

"I think we made it just in time," He mused, his hand brushing along her side as they entered the restaurant.

 

[La_Reina]

"Thank you, daaaaahling," Laila purred before laughing as she got in the car. She flipped the visor down to check her makeup and applied a little lip gloss to her lips. Not because she needed it, but because she needed something to do. She wanted to fluff her curls, but didn't have any so instead she smooth her already smooth hair down before flipping the visor back up.

"Yup. This is the number I wear when I'm not sure what to wear." Laila smiled. "It's a little tight, but not too bad, right? Should we go back and I can change?" Laila laughed as he continued driving. "I guess that's a no."

They finally made it to the restaurant and it was more than she could hope for. This was beautiful. She gripped his arm lightly and walked through the doors and straight to a host who looked at her brother and was already waving them into the restaurant and to a secluded table. "Monsieur, Madam." He bowed and left them.

It wasn't lost on Laila that the host had seen to it himself that her brother made it 'safely' to his table. She was about to make a quip when their waiter arrived pouring them water and reading the specials. Laila opened the menu only to discover it was all in French. She didn't read French and she felt the sting of her not fitting in right down to her toes. She closed the menu and looked at her brother.

"Waiter. I would like to have a glass of champagne. Leave the bottle if you will. In 20 minutes come back and 'Monsieur' here will have our orders ready." Laila smiled as the waiter gave a small bow and left. She wasn't sure why she didn't say her brother would order for them. It didn't occur to her instead she was glaring evilly at her brother though it had a joking funny feeling to it.

"I don't read French, Brother." Laila waved at the menu. "Don't you dare order me anything funky either?"

 

[poohlive]

Kyle had made sure to put them at the best table. When he held out the seat for his sister, he had to agree this place looked exactly what he wanted for his sister. Eloquent and dashing, surrounding her in the apparent fame and glamour that only money could buy. Kyle himself didn't care for it all, but he understood what it meant to women.

And the wide eyed look that hsi sister got when she kept glancing around the place made Kyle feel like he had won this particular battle. He just wished he could get rid of this feeling that he enjoyed impressing her so much.

His sister ordered an entire bottle of champaigne. Good. Getting her drunk would be helpful, and himself as well. He could relax and she would open up. Once more his plan was working nicely.

Kyle was rather surprised she didn't know how to order. That was something a date usually did. He wondered if she even thought about it.

"What's wrong sister, you don't want snails running around on your plate?" He made a small laugh. It wouldn't be hard to find something absolutely delicious for her. The night was all about spoiling his sister, it should start with the restaurant, continue with the food and end with him being the perfect gentleman

Except for the times he torments her.

"So I was talking with that friend from work the other day. I mentioned you, that I had some hot date to the party that would make him jealous... he asked if I had any pictures of you, so obviously I showed him the ones you sent me."

His eyes held a devilish twinkle that, when he wasn't bored, Kyle usually wore. He could see her confusion so he handed her his phone, pulling up the picture of the shoes she gave him.

"I lied and said you were some cute girl I met shopping the other day. He thought you were sending me dirty pictures to get me all excited... you see in the mirror?"

Kyle tried to sound embarrassed for his sister. He hoped it was working.

"He really enjoyed those pictures and told me to show him anymore... so would you mind? Just a few more like these? Nothing you wouldn't be uncomfortable with. Let's say tempting but not tawdry so I can get him excited for the ball?"

This would be a big step for her. Both of them. He purposely wanted her to pose for him, look sexy and think of him as he did it. He wondered if perhaps she thought this might cross a line. If ever there was a point for her to stop and tell him it was enough, this would be it.

Kyle sat across from his sister, an imploring look at her, eager to the point of desperation.

 

[La_Reina]

Laila scrunched up her nose at the snails comment. "Goodness, no!" She whispered looking around hoping not to offend someone and be found out for the fraud she was sorta feeling like she was. She smacked his arm across the table then squeezed it. She didn't realize they looked like a playful dating pair. She glanced around once more taking in the grandeur and glamor trying to remember for when she had to go home to her dreary college dorm.

She glanced at Kyle quizzically when he mentioned his partner. She glowed inside thinking that Kyle described her as hot. She took his phone and looked at the pictures she had sent him. Her eyes immediately to the shoes. "So he liked the shoes?" She almost handed him back the phone until he mentioned the dirty pictures and the mirror. "Mirror?" Laila glanced back down to the picture and she gasped.

"Oh no!" Laila felt her cheeks turning red as she put her head in her hands and began laughing. She was so embarrassing. She glanced back down and managed to get herself under control. "I'm so embarrassed. Hey, at least he liked them right? Oh gawd can you imagine if he knew I was your sister. He probably thought I was some sick freak!" Laila shook her head.

"Um, yeah." The more she thought about it the more she liked it. "Yeah. Oh yeah. We'll get him real hot and bothered. Nothing raunchy just classically sexy leaving alot to the imagination. Like this dress. We'll take a pic of me in the dress. And then my hands behind my back unzipping the dress, and then the next of the dress slowly falling away, and the last one of some blurry image of me naked. Except I won't really be, but he won't know that. What about that?"

Laila pulled back as she saw the waiter coming towards them with the bottle. He poured some for Laila and then Kyle. He waited and Laila stared at Kyle wondering what the waiter wanted. Kyle took a sip of his drink and nodded. The waiter bowed, put the bottle in a thing of ice at the table, and left. Laila thought they only did that wait thing for wine, but whatever.

"So Kyle what do you think? That's classically sexy right? You would get hot seeing that right?"

 

[poohlive]

"You should be naughty for me," Kyle suggested, although perhaps it was a bit too loud, a young couple turned their heads at his phrase. Kyle revealed a blushing smile as he drank his champaigne. He leaned in so their conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"I mean... I love classic sexy. You could pull that off without even trying, you already are. I would love to see that, but could you put in just a touch of something risky, naughty? Classic sexy without being innocent?"

He hoped she understood what he was saying. Honestly he would have been happy with whatever she was willing to do, but Kyle couldn't leave well enough alone. Laila liked this idea and seemed to be already on board, so he just had to gently push her a little further.

"I'm sure you can think of something I would find naughty..." His playing eyes revealed much more than he dared.

When the waited returned Kyle quickly ran through the menu for them. They'd start with some brie and assorted fuit, followed by a grilled trout in raspberry reduction for her and a bone in rib eye for himself, and followed with a desert cart.

And he mentioned, in french, to make sure they had another bottle of champagne if this one were to run low.

He already began pouring Laila a second glass, smiling as he did.

"Yes, seeing you take off that dress would tempt me," Once more he eyes his sister, leaning so he could look passed the table at her simple curves barely covered by her dress. Kyle bit his lower lip, feigning restraint.

He didn't think there was much feigning to be had though.

"We should work on the pictures tonight. Could we go back to your dorm... or would you like to come over to my place?"