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The phone call was filled with devastation. There was nothing left for him except to hang up the phone. And with that final beep, that sound mostly ignored, his relationship had ended. The biggest party of the year and she had to dump him on that night. Rob wasn’t crushed. It was just another youthful romance filled with booze, wild nights and meaningless sex. That was gone. And so was his ‘in’ to the party.

Tossing the cell onto his bed he took to the stairs down toward the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. As he took it down he stared at the burgeoning clouds in the sky. Draining the glass he set it in the sink as a light drizzle settled in. Not that the light rain was going to hamper the party. There’d still be people playing in the rain outside.

The feeling of wanting to go to the party grew within him the more he thought about it. Rob knew his sister would be able to get in which ultimately formed his decision to leave the kitchen and head toward her room. Three knocks on the door were delivered through his knuckle before he turned the handle, stepping inside.

“Sis? I have something I want to ask you.”
 
Esmeralda was lying on her back, reading, when her baby brother knocked on the door with his signature 3-raps, then came inside. She sat up attentively. It was always a pleasure whenever he came in, something he rarely did anymore, now that he thought he was an independant teenager. She noticed at once when he came in that something was off with him.

"Sure, Rob," she said, shifting over to sit on the side of her bed. "Is everything okay?"
 
Quietly he wondered exactly what she was up to but decided against asking as she called him in. Turning the knob and pressing on the door to open he looked inside and around the room.

Moving toward her bed he invited himself to sit down as he looked toward his sister. There was no easy way to say it, to ask your sister to get you into a party by pretending to be a date so he decided to just say it. “The girl that I’ve been seeing, well, things are kind of over. I’m not too broken up about it but there was this party we were supposed to go to and I was thinking about trying to find someone who could get in. Maybe make her a little jealous. And I know you have an invite…” Rob couldn’t help but ramble on, knowing what he was doing even as he was talking so he just stopped talking, his eyes looking sidelong toward his sister.
 
Esmeralda felt tickled inside. Her baby brother was asking her to masquerade as his date just so he could go to a party and maybe make his new ex jealous. The concept was sound. With 54E breasts; a thin, taunt stomach; and narrow hips, Esmeralda could make any girl jealous, especially the little ones. Still - a party?

"You know I don't like going to those things," Esmeralda said. She slipped an arm around her brother and gently pulled him close, the way she usually did whenever she talked to him about something serious. "Besides, what's so important about this party? There'll be plenty of them, especially when you're in college."

Personally, Esmeralda was almost hoping Rob would be more upset about his girlfriend. The party seemed a bit shallow to her.
 
Rob remained still while he listened to her, feeling her arm wrapping around his body. “We had this planned and I know she’s got somebody else there with her. She wouldn’t wait until the day of the party for any other reason than that. So I have to find someone to go with to show that it isn’t affecting me.”

Pausing briefly, Rob then looked toward his sister, “It has but I can’t let her see that. Things have to go on. Its something to prove. Its just this one time.” He smiled briefly before adding, “I couldn’t think of anyone else last minute who could make her as jealous as you can. And she hasn’t seen you so its perfect.”
 
Esmeralda shook her head. She knew how important self image was to teenagers. If Rob didn't go to the party, he'd be labeled a loser, and in the age of electronic communication; rumors spread like wildfire through an oil spill. Then again...

"You know she could just go onto FaceBook and see we're brother and sister," Esmeralda said. "If she puts two and two together, she'll make the connection, and not only will she see she got to you, but that you're pathetic enough to go out with your own sister. Honestly, Rob, just forget about it. It's just a stupid party. You'll be graduating soon, and then you won't have to see her or any of those kids again." As she spoke, she pulled Rob closer and gently cuddled him like she always did when he was troubled.
 
“Its something I have to do,” Rob replied, seemingly ignoring the contrast his sister was presenting to him. “If she’s stalked me online then it’ll be easy to play off, if she doesn’t, then it works. Either way, its something I have to do.” It was important to him to go. To not go meant she won, meant she showed up there without him, meant that she was the one to break up with him. There was no room for him to spin the story his way when he’d meet up with everyone else.

Then he felt his sister pull him closer. Between the lead up to the break up, which meant he wasn’t getting anything from his girlfriend and thinking about his sister being his date, he couldn’t help but feel the beginnings of an erection growing. Silently he told himself it was just a teenager thing but it was still there and he knew he had to get her yes or no answer fast.
 
"It's just a stupid party," Esmeralda insisted. "Look, I know how you feel. You want to make it seem like your break-up was a mutual thing, not that she dumped you. But listen: no one cares. If she shows up with some other date, then the dirt's on her for being a heartless slut who sleeps around with someone until she gets bored, then finds someone new. People might actually take pity on you. By showing up with a date of your own, you'll be no better. Let it go, baby brother. Just forget about it." She pulled Rob closer and gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek. All the while, she'd been subtly monitering his crotch, noting the way his penis moved and shifted in his pants. It was making her feel very horny.
 
Rob remained annoyed with his sister not because he thought she was right but because the party was something he wanted to go. However, he wasn’t about to show up without a date and since he and his ex hung out with many of the same people, he wouldn’t have been able to pull off what he wanted as easily with someone else.

As she pulled him closer he glanced at her breasts, a reaction, he told himself, and nothing more. His eyes found her face as he asked, “Then what should I do? Just sit home tonight and talk with my sister? That doesn’t sound any less pathetic.”
 
Esmeralda pretended to get offended.

"What's wrong with spending time with me? We were best buddies when we were little. Remember all the good times we've had? Those shouldn't stop just because we're adults. I still made the time to hang out with you when I was 18." She delicately placed her hand on his chest, then traced it up to his chin. "I love you, baby brother, and I don't want our relationship to end."
 
“Well,” he spoke after she touched upon his chin. Letting her raise it just a little he spoke, “It isn’t like we can play the games we used to when we were younger. And these days, we just hang out with different people. Its probably the high school, college divide. But it doesn’t change things. And I don’t think one night will.”

Rob thought for a second before adding, “Unless you’ve got something in mind. I do need something to take my mind off of what happened earlier. And something to take my mind off of the things I’ll be missing by spending my time home.”
 
"You were always my closest friend, Rob," Esmeralda said. "And I thought I was yours. I really do miss your company." She felt her heart beat faster. It really had gotten to her how it seemed whenever she had time to hang out with Rob, he was always busy. She felt she'd always made time for him. She'd always been there for him whenever he needed to talk to someone about something he could tell no one else, or to offer him counsel about growing up. But he seemed to think all they had done was play children's games. Very well, then. She could still play games.

Leaning over, Esmeralda kissed Rob on the lips with the same coy peck she once gave her first lover when she was 16 years old. Of course, she had kissed Rob before - sisterly kisses on the cheeks and forehead - but this was the first time she kissed him on the lips.
 
Rob was surprised by the sudden, quick kiss his sister gave him. On the lips. But that didn’t stop his lips from momentarily foll0owing hers. Rob held back though as he looked at his sister. While he thought about taking her out earlier in the evening for revenge, he didn’t so much believe things would go so far as anything like a kiss on the lips.

A little unsettled, Rob remained on her bed as he looked at her. However he didn’t stop at her eyes or searching for the reason she did what she did. He couldn’t stop himself as he looked over her body before finding her face again.

“What was that for?”
 
"Since it's been a long time since we've spent quality time together, I figure we could play a game," Esmeralda explained. "Remember 'House'? I'm the mommy, you're the daddy. But since we destroyed all my old dolls that one time for fun, we're missing Baby. So, I figured we could make a new one." She gripped Rob's shoulders and moved in for another kiss.
 
It took Rob a few moments before what she was saying had sunk into his mind. She wanted to be fucked… by him. Rob was going to stop it but the frustrations of what had happened, the thoughts he had about taking his sister out, the thought of something that might happen, the twitch in his pants when he sat next to her and now her close proximity… her scent, the touch of her lips melted away any reserved reservations he had about what they were about to do.

When his sister leaned in for another kiss, Rob didn’t revolt. Instead he returned the pressure of her lips, this time letting it linger, his tongue in search of hers. He had lost himself in the moment hoping to never be found as his hands found her hips, holding her in place gently.

As he finally broke their brief kiss, Rob spoke with a smirk, “I don’t remember house being played like this. But I like this version better.”
 
Esmeralda smiled and wrapped her arms around her baby brother. She pulled him close against her massive breasts, and rubbed her belly against his chest.

"It's been too long since we had a decent hug," she told him. "It seems like once you turned ten, you always stiffen up whenever we hug, and then hurry up and pull away." She squeezed him gently in her arms, and rubbed his crotch with her leg.
 
Rob let his sister embrace him, feeling her body pressing against his as his mind wandered in pleasure. He heard her words, then felt her leg against his cock. There was little doubt in his mind that she could feel the effect she had on him.

Wrapping his arms around her in a reciprocal embrace he spoke, “Maybe we can eliminate some of that awkwardness.” Then his arms slackened his hold on her, his hands sliding against her back until they felt her ass. He gave a gentle grip, something to be imprinted on his mind as he pulled away a little, “Take off your shirt.”
 
"No!" giggled Esmeralda, releasing her baby brother. "You take off your pants." She reached down and tugged at Rob's jeans, trying to find the clasp. "But you can touch them, if you want."
 
Esmerelda’s reaction caught him off guard, making him think she were just playing with him after all. But he’d find out soon enough. After feeling her lips on his, her tongue and now her body pressed against him he was going to find out if she were for real.

Rob maneuvered a little, letting his pants fall to the floor once he was able to free them. Then his hands slid underneath her shirt, rising up along her body until they reached her breasts. He felt her, rubbing her body underneath her clothes.
 
Esmeralda gasped with pleasure. Her baby brother's hands felt better than she expected on her enormous breasts, even through her bra.

"Do you like them?" she asked him. "You little perv!" She reached into his underpants and found his penis. She wrapped her fingers delicately around it and squeezed. "And how do you like this?"
 
Rob looked at her with a slight smile. If he was what she said he was, she had to be too. She had turned him onto their new game after all. Although his hands stopped touching her the moment she reached over and grabbed him.

His hands slid from her breasts and down her stomach. Rob’s fingers fumbled with the button on her jeans as he dared her, “It’d feel better with your lips wrapped around it."
 
Esmeralda giggled.

"I don't suck," she said. "The first time I did that was the last time. I literally choked on the cum. And the taste of that stuff is disgusting. Just relax, and let me massage your penis. In the meantime, rub my tummy. You know how I always like it whenever someone touches me there. Just don't tickle it."
 
“My incestuous sister, the prude?” Rob teasingly pressed her. Not that he was about to object. Here was this girl, even if she were his sister, with nothing but tits and legs.

His hands returned to touch her, her stomach. Under the shirt her skin was smooth and warm, begging for more attention. He sought her eyes again, asking, “So what does my sister do?”
 
"This," Esmeralda smiled. She squeezed his penis once more, then started gently stroking it. She could feel her baby brother's cock swelling and throbbing with her tender touch. She slowly picked up the pace of her stroking, though still going slow enough to give him the maximum amount of pleasure for the longest amount of time.

"Don't stop now, baby bro. Massage my poor tummy. You have no idea how many sit-ups I have to do to maintain this figure, and it still hurts."
 
Rob’s cock easily grew in her hands. It was getting harder for Rob to concentrate on anything but the feeling of his sister’s hand running up and down the length of his shaft. And while she rubbed him, he returned her request. His hands explored her taught, tight stomach. The flesh he felt under his fingers only served to excite him more as she held his cock in her hands.

“If you had come to me with a game like this before, we would’ve spent a lot of time together,” he teased her as they played. Then as he touched her with one hand, the other moved toward the button on her jeans, working to release its damned hold.
 
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