"Happy birthday little brother." 19-year-old Carly Mathew said as she brushed her long blonde hair. "Hope its your last." Her wicked laugh followed Carly as she walked down the hall toward the stairs.
"Fuck you too bitch." 18-year-old Jack Mathew grumbled as he threw off his covers and climbed out of bed. "Why do I get the feelings its all downhill from here?" He sighed and pulled on his clothes. As he started out of the bedroom, he remembered his English paper. Jack turned around and started to pick it up. Then he gasped. "Oh hell, Carly!"
The blonde girl looked inside, her face twisted in an impish grin. "I think you're going to have to write another paper." Carly laughed and ran down the stairs before Jack could throw anything at her.
"That little..." Jack took a deep breath and managed to calm down. His sister was just doing what any older sister was supposed to do. Jack looked down at his English paper, or at least, what was left of it. Carly had drawn dozens of doodles all over the pages. Some were cute, but others were incredibly obscene. "If mom saw these, she'd have a heartattack." Jack sighed. He wasn't going to show his mother anything, but it was a nice fantasy.
Jack walked out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where Carly was slurping down cold leftover soup. "Hey bro. Hope you saved that paper onto a disk." She smirked.
"I didn't." Jack frowned and made himself a bowl of cereal. As he poured milk over the sugar frosted crap, Carly put her bowl in the sink and turned toward him. She smiled sweetly and put her hands behind her head. She stretched, thrusting her chest out.
"That wasn't very smart Jack. I thought you were the smart one. Remember that little prank you pulled on me a few days ago?" Carly licked her lips. "You know, the whole video recorder in my bedroom." She glared at Jack. "I think we're even now." Carly laughed and went back upstairs. "I'll be back down in a minute if you want a ride to school. I've got to change into something a little better than this."
Jack watched his sister leave. He thought she looked pretty hot in her T-shirt and jeans. "Damn slut. She should come down in that hot bra and panty set she wore in that video." Jack laughed to himself, remembering his parents reaction when he "accidentally" played that tape of Carly's sexy striptease for her boyfriend.
Jack was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't hear Carly come back into the kitchen. "How do I look?" She asked from behind him. Jack turned around. His eyes went wide. His jaw dropped.
Carly was wearing the black lace bra and silk thong panties she'd worn just a few days before when Jack had video taped her striptease. Her long blonde hair hung over the tops of her breasts. Curly blonde pubic hairs peeked out from panties. Jack could easily make out the shape of his sister's pussy in those silk wonders. His breath came in quick gasps as his sister ran a hand through her long blonde hair and pinched one of her nipples between her fingers.
"Well? How do I look?" Carly spun around and smiled as if this were all some great game. Jack stared at her. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"You should change into something a little more suitable. Like a halter top and a short skirt." Jack said carefully. As if by magic, Carly nodded, a seductive smile crossing her face.
"As you wish." Carly said as she went back upstairs. Jack watched in amazement as his sister returned, dressed in exactly what he'd told her to dress in. "Better?" She asked with a smile. Jack nodded. Carly looked into a mirror that hung on the nearby wall. "I do look good, don't I? Why don't I wear this more often?" Carly shook her head and started toward the door. She glanced back. "Are you riding with me or not?"
Jack was too stunned by his sister's earlier actions to answer. Had she obeyed his spoken orders or was she playing a game? Should he test her and find out or just go to class? |