They chatted for awhile until they both got hungry and decided to order a pizza and turn on Netflix to see the new movie that was out. They sat there the rest of the night, eating there pizza, watching the movie and cuddling close unlike most brothers and sisters do because they really did adore each other and now especially, they enjoyed the closeness of being together.
Bob and Michele formed an ever increasing bond between a brother and sister that very few siblings have the privilege of experiencing. They not only spent more of their time over Christmas break together, they actually liked spending time together. They went to the mall and Bob talked the mall Santa into letting Michele sit on his lap to tell him what she wanted for Christmas.
They would joke and play tricks on one another as the days went on and everything was going great. Then on a Saturday night when Michele had a date with Carl and Bob decided to stay home, everything took a turn for the worse, or better depending how you looked at it.
Bob had stayed home, as usual, while his sister had gone out on the date, taking a shower and slipping into his pajamas bottoms and a cut off tee shirt. He was lounging on the sofa, watching some TV at about 9:30 when Michele opened the front door and came bursting in. You could tell that she was very upset and mad as a wet cat as she came stomping into the family room.
She was wearing a new cool dress, the one that falls off of your shoulder. It was mid-thigh and belted at the waist. You could tell that she was wearing a sleeveless bra because you could make out cups from her skin if you were looking at her bust line and with it falling off of her shoulder, everyone was.
Bob sat up when she entered the room and asked, “Well, you’re home early, what happened?”
“OH,” she said through clinched teeth, “that Carl, I’ve had it with him! I broke it off with him! Why I waited this long is beyond me! God, how stupid can I get?”
“What happened, Mr. Horny strikes again?” Bobby inquired.
“God, Robby, you wouldn’t believe it. Right after I told him to keep his hands to himself and to stop trying to feel me up, what does he do but brush up against my boobs and pretend that it was an accident,” she said in disgust.
“Well, was it?” he asked innocently enough.
“Whose side are you on anyway? Of course he did it on purpose,” she exclaimed.
“Well, I was just wondering. My God, Chele, have you taken a look at yourself in a mirror or do you actually go out looking like that?” he had to ask.
She stopped and looked down at her attire and then looked back up at Bob with a questioning look of amazement in her eyes. “What? What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed? It’s fashionable; all the girls are wearing the peasant look. It shows off my shoulder but I’m wearing a bra you know. It’s not like I’m showing anything.”
“Yeah I noticed that you are wearing a bra because I can see it clearly through the dress. I mean, the cups are much bigger than wants in them and when you standup straight, they gap by about an inch or so,” I explained to her disbelieving ears. “And besides, your panties are grabbing the fabric of the dress and clinging to it so much you can actually make out the outline of your underwear. No wonder poor Carl was grabbing for anything he could touch, you were showing him enough to make him horny as hell.”
Her eyes flew open and her lower jaw dropped at the though that he was actually taking sides with Carl. She turned on her heels and stormed off to her room. “Now that’s nice kettle of fish you got us into,” Bob muttered in my best Oliver Hardy imitation and scooted back down into the couch to watch the TV.
After about an hour or so, Michele made her way back out into the family room to join her brother. She had changed into her sleeping gown which was no more than a long tee shirt that had bold writing all over it. She came over and sat down right next to Bob and put her arm through his and leaned into his shoulder with her cheek.
“You’re right,” she admitted softly. “I looked at myself for a long time in the mirror and I guess that I can see your point. But all the girls wear these clothes and I never even thought about what is might do to guys. I mean I honestly never gave it one little thought about dressing too provocatively for the guy; I only though about dressing for my girl friends and to wear what they wore. No wonder Carl got so grabby and things.”
“Are you going to call Carl and make up with him then?” he asked.
“Hell no,” she said with distain in her eyes and voice. “He’s a creep and I’m glad that I told him where to go. But the next guy, well that will be another story,” she said teasingly and gave her brother a jab in the ribs.
“Hey,” he shouted as he made a swipe at her hand. “What’s that for?”
“For always being right,” she said giving him another jab to the ribs.
“Hey, little girl, if you mess with the bull, you’ll get the horns,” he said as he got up from his slouched seat on the couch. Sitting straight up now, he turned to his tormentor and made a grab for her belly as she squealed and tried to move away. But he was too fast for her and his hand caught her at the tummy and it dug in and started to tickle the sensitive spot right at her sides.
She threw herself back and turned her body away from his hand and in so doing, her knees came up to deflect his assault. As they came up, he pushed at her body and over she went onto her back. Her knees were in the air as her tee shirt came up to her waist exposing her tiny little panty covered butt. His hand went down to it as he took a swipe with his open hand and a resounding “SLAP” was heard from the area.
“OUCH!” she yelled. “That hurt!”
“It was supposed to hurt, just like this is supposed to tickle,” and he threw himself down upon her and placed his hands on either side of her writhing body. They had always delighted in their wrestling matches as he had always let her win, but this time something was different. This time he was exerting his control over her more than before and this time he was getting very aroused.
It had been a long time since Bob had had any sexual release and it was showing in his aggression. But she was putting up quite a fight and the two of them were rolling on the floor as they battled for supremacy of the situation. Finally, Bob had proved that his muscles and stature were superior to hers and he laid there on top of her with his knee pressed between her legs and her night gown gathered around her waist, both of them panting, out of breath. Michele looked up into his lustful eyes and tucked her lower lip between her teeth and just stared into them for a second with a questioning look on her face.
He was staring back with this wanting look in his eyes and a disturbed feeling in his chest. He then did something most unexpected but very bold, he leaned forward and kissed his sister right on the mouth. She was shocked at first and almost threw his off of her panting little body but something in the kiss, in the way he kissed her, with his lips parted slightly, caused her to second guess her initial decision and accept his loving demonstration.