Seducing Big Brother (Open)

[cocklessnights]

Seducing Big Brother (Closed for swordandsandle)

For much of Jennifer's young life - she had been the ugly duckling. Always having to wear her brother's old clothes, no makeup, and as she got older a raging case of acne. To say the least she was teased on for much of the time, it wasn't until she headed off to college that she found herself. Her skin cleared, her breasts grew, and she began wearing feminine clothing - somewhere along the line she became a babe. She could have any man she wanted now, but she didn't want any of the stupid boys from her school, she wanted one in particular.

She was saving herself for the one man who always stuck up for her when she was at her worst.. her brother.

He had always been so sexy to her, but she knew she never stood a chance. This was the first time she was going to see him since her makeover. When she had came home for Spring Break he wasn't there - and now it was Summer, and she was determined to seduce her brother.

Dropping the bags as soon as she opened the door to her parent's large country home, she smiled. "Mommy?" She called. But, she soon came face-to-face with the note resting on the counter that stated she was going to be home late.

In her tight mini-dress, and stillettos, she carefully made her way up the stairs, to her brother's bedroom she knew their parents hadn't changed. Making sure her clevage was perfect, and her hair fell into the right position, she sucked in a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

 

[cocklessnights]

Bump.

 

[swordandsandle]

Never, in my whole life, had I ever been this angery.

I mean, everybody I knew had those days when they just coulden't get out of bed... but not me. Since a young age, I'd always been had that spring in my step, that aura about me that made me invisable... or at least feel that way. I'd always been rather handsome... regal, a few would say, straght chestnut hair falling down to just above my ears, shadowy eyes that seemed to peirce the soul, well proportioned and tone, if not bulky by any strech of the imagination. I'd always studied hard, trained hard, and done well socially. There where a few hiccups, yes, but never anything I coulden't handle... until today.

Today, I'd gotten fired. Yes, fired. It had been something so bloody infuriating that, for once in my life, I was stressed out and on edge. The company haden't been complying with a certain obscure "Equal Oppritunity" law, and so they fired me, a hard working, perfect attendence, straght A student, for some Native America female slacker who's work ethic was that of a particularly engergetic slug. That day, I'd just stomped up to my room, still in long jeans and a sweatshirt, and took a punch at my pillow before tossing my suitcase onto the floor, half defeated. It was just so... unjust. I'd always been a fan of justice... paritularly because I was the one who stood for it for my little sister Jennifer. She needed it so much... and the number of times he asked me for school help, I though she might fail. Still, she'd grown into a fine young lady; would make a good wife for any man who came along. Still, I wasen't thinking about that right now.

I pulled off my shirt and tossed into the corner, getting the heat off my body... Humanity, did people know to turn the air conditioning on in here? Heading over to the dresser, I slid open the top drawer, hoping to find where I'd left my underwear... only to find that half the pile was missing. Looking quizically, I went through the rest of my drawers, flipping through the piles... still no underwear. How odd.

That was when I heard the door open behind me, eyes shooting over in intrest. "Oh," I smiled in plesent surprise, glad to see your face again. "Sweetling, its nice to see you. You've... grown since I last saw you." Still, I wanted to tell her off on the provocative clothing she was wearing... diden't she know how young ladies dressed? "Question; you don't happen to know what happened to my underwear, do you?"

 

[cocklessnights]

As soon as she laid eyes upon her shirtless brother who sat before her, a wide smile spread across her lips, clearly very excited to see him. Pausing for a moment to allow him to take in her entire, newly developed figure – she felt a ping of sadness when his look came off disapproving, instead of curious. Nevertheless, she stepped towards him, and wrapped her arms around his larger, and much stronger frame, pressing her body into his. The hug was one that would appear innocent to a bystander, but to her, made her stomach flip, and the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Hearing his question about underwear caused a soft laugh to escape her lips.

“You mean.. you aren't wearing underwear right now?” She asked, an eyebrow lifting in pleasure.

Sitting down beside him on the bed, she neatly folded her legs, her dress rising up her thighs in the process. Moving a hand to his thigh, then patting his knee gently.

“So, what's going on in your life?” She questioned, slowly stroking his leg back and forth.

Of course, they were always close – but this gesture was definitely out of their comfort zone in the past. But, she didn't stop. She was on a mission. While he was staying here, she was determined to lose her virginity to him if it was the last thing she did. Leaning towards him, allowing the neckline of her dress to lower even more, she smiled. A smile that hinted at more then just brother, and sister bonding. A smile that revealed all of the things she wanted to do to him, as a silent killer.

 

[swordandsandle]

I return your hug with a bit of vigor, channeling my anger back into my body. You where so soft... alot softer then I was, that's for sure. Still, I had to keep my eyes on her face; If I looked farther down, I just coulden't help but want to speak firmly to you, and now I wasen't the time for that... especially the visable stress hidden in the depths of my face, though people saw is so rarely, I doupt they'd be able to tell that's exactly what it was. "I've missed you," I spoke softly as I nuzzled my face agenst yours, needing a bit of comfort at the moment. "I've been very worried about you."

My face turns a bit quizically, maybe a bit thrown at your question. "Not exactly," I figure it was a joke, so I give a light, forced chuckle. "I've still got a pair from collage. I was hoping for something a bit cleaner though." I stop my chuckling. "Still, I'm serious. You woulden't happen to know what happened to them?"

I look back over at my piles for a moment, before feeling you land on the bed, your small body making a small, but noticable spring. Still, my face curls up as you ask me what was happening, opening up fresh wounds. "Not the best things actually," I try to sound dismissive, but there's still anger in my voice, my fist clenched, barly noticing your touch. "I got fired today. Not even for doing a bad job either. Just because I was a white male. Humanity I just want to fuck that Amerindian's ass..." then, I caught myself, looking over at you with surprise, having forgotten you where there for a moment, caught up in my anger. "Sorry, I shoulden't have said that..." I compose myself, for you. Still, I do catch a glimpse of your form. It was, full and beutiful. "You're dolled up today," I said, trying to change the subject and I hold your hand still with mine, the movement slightly uncomfortable. "You've finnaly gotten yourself a date? Remember, I have to meet the guy first."