You wait and then you wait some more, every so often knocking on the door again. ‘Great you think I’m home and there’s no one here to greet me’. You let out an exasperated breath, and start to turn around when the oak wood door flies open to reveal the scantily clad form of your older sister Rebecca.
She stands there wearing the smallest outfit you’ve ever seen: the tiniest pair of hot pants which leave nothing to the imagination and a thin strip of material that can hardly be classed as a top that barely holds up and covers her ample breasts.
You stare at the miles of exposed smooth tan skin, finding it hard to prevent yourself from drooling. Your cock in your jeans twitches and starts to harden.
Rebecca’s sweet giggle breaks you from your reverie “Like what you see little brother?” she whispers running her hands over her barley contained breasts and exposed toned torso.
You gulp, following the path of her hands movement “I… yeah… I mean no…I” stumbling over your words you mentally kick yourself.
Rebecca looks you up and down, and your gaze returns to her beautiful face, she looks impressed for some reason.
“You’ve certainly changed little brother” she says “Not so little any more, have you grown?”
“I…yeah” you say “I have got a little taller, must have been that fresh English air” you joke.
“Must have been” she says absentmindedly still checking you out “and you’ve got a lot more handsome” Becca acknowledges appreciatively.
“Have I?” you ask looking down at yourself, you didn’t think you changed that much.
“Yeah you have, you’ve done something with your hair and you actually got some muscles now” she points out.
“Oh, I suppose” you concede, you did go to the campus gym at Cambridge a couple of times and you have put on some muscle although not a great deal just enough to look good.
Rebecca shakes her head like she’s riding some thought out of it “Anyway , look it’s nice to see you and all, but I can’t hang around I’ve got a party to go to, but I’ll defiantly want to catch up with you some more tomorrow at your birthday party” she says with a wink.
“Okay Becca…..wait what you’re going out dressed like that?” you ask incredulously. You’ve seen strippers wear more.
Becca rolls her eyes at you like you’re a small child “Duh, that’s exactly why I have to go quickly, if dad sees me….”
“…He might actually have a heart attack” you finish for her.
She smiles mischievously “Exactly, and as funny as that might be I don’t want to be at dad’s hospital bed when I could be at Brett’s house party”
You’re not exactly happy about letting your sister go out dressed so cheaply, but you know there’s no point arguing with her she is an adult and her own women, it’s her decision after all.
“Fine have a good time at Brett’s party then” you say slightly disgruntled, that you’ve been put second over some Brett guy, Becca will no doubt try to seduce.
“Believe me I will” she says seductively licking her red coated lips, and making your cock twitch again in your jeans.
She leans in to kiss you on the cheek, when you hear an upstairs window squeak open. Craning your neck and looking upwards you see your dad’s red face lean out.
“Don’t you dare think you’re going out dressed like that, stay right there!” he bellows at Rebecca “I thought I told you that you were grounded!”
“And I remembering telling you to fuck off, I’m 24 years old dad you can’t ground me anymore” Rebecca screams back.
“Look it’s great to see you again little brother, but I’ve got to go” Rebecca smiles cheekily as she dashes over to her mini cooper. Disappointed that you missed out on your kiss, you are then happily surprised when you get treated to a delicious opportunity to stare at Rebecca’s bubbly ass and thighs from behind as she runs to her car.
“Get back here now young lady!” your dad hollers from one of the upstairs windows.
Reaching her Mini Cooper Rebecca pivots a smug smile plastered across her face and flicks your dad the bird as she opens the car doors and starts the engine.
You hear your dad’s thundering footsteps on the stairs as Rebecca accelerates out of the drive way and down the road turning at the first right corner.
Your dad runs past you onto the drive way, spitting in anger. “Fucking ungrateful bitch” he curses. Turning around he brushes past you again like you’re not even there and grabs his coat from the hanger, muttering more profanities under his breath.
“Are you going to follow her?” you ask recognising that it’s up to you to break the ice between the two of you.
He doesn’t look at you initially “No, I’m done with that girl if she wants to be a slut and get knocked up she can I won’t stop her, but she won’t be living under my roof is she does”
Watching him put on his designer jacket you ask “Where are you going then?”
“Down the pub, between your mother and your slut of a big sister my blood pressure must be sky high I need a couple of pints to calm me down” he growls bending down to tie up the laces of his leather shoes.
“Okay dad” you say unable to keep a tone of annoyance out of your voice. You’ve only just got back and already two of your family are leaving with one of them almost completely ignoring you.
Finally looking up at you possibly due to your tone he says “I’ll see you for your birthday tomorrow alright?” standing up again he gives you an awkward slap on the back and a forced smile, before walking to his truck.
“Sure thing” you call after him, still irritated but resigned and pull your luggage through the front door into the hallway, the sound of dad’s truck driving off into the distance assaults your ears.
“Wow you think to yourself, I’ve only been back for two minutes and already there’s been massive drama” Dropping your bags onto the carpeted hallway
you realise the house now seems quiet. Faint music drifts down from upstairs and you guess Emily’s bedroom, but you can also hear some rustling in the kitchen where you assume your mother is currently.
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