When Trevor opened the door to his room, the last thing he’d expected to find was his sister, laying on his bed in a pair of purple panties and a tank top, but that is precisely what he found. He stood stock still in the doorway.
“Um, hi?” He said, and Stacy looked up from her phone.
“Hey Trev,” she replied, “I was waiting for you.”
“Why?” He glanced over at his computer, and Stacy laughed, saying, “No, I didn’t borrow your computer. I ask permission before I use things. That’s actually why I’m here.”
Trevor blushed, knowing he’d been caught, and knowing that Stacy knew exactly why he’d looked at the computer. She’d got another one over on him with nothing but an implication. Damn it!
“Well, let me start again,” she went on, “I’m here, physically, because you have nicer TV in your room, and I’m watching the Kardoucheans. I was waiting for you to ask for permission.”
“You don’t need my permission to use the computer,” he said, and shrugged, “whatever. Just use it. I don’t mind.”
“Thanks, but that actually is not the permission I was looking for. How would you like to have a hot, sexy, confident woman to fuck?”
Trevor fidgeted in the most adorable way, his mouth working, but words unable to come out.
“Stacy, we…” he hissed, then quietly, “we can’t…”
“Not me, pervert,” she stopped him. “We talked about this. You can’t fuck your sister.”
Trevor shut the door and pressed his back against it.
“Will you keep it down?”
Stacy ignored him and pressed on, “I was talking about your girlfriend.”
“Mary?”
“Do you have another one?”
Stacy was struggling to contain her glee. Not only did Trevor not associate his girlfriend with the words “hot,” “sexy,” or “confident,” he’d immediately thought of her. Fuck, it was almost too easy. She was definitely going to have to go after a married guy next. Her dad had held out for over a year, through an 18-year-old Stacy’s teasing, dirty talk, handjobs, dick sucking, until he’d finally snapped and just slammed his cock into her. Now, that had been a long, fun game. She didn’t think she’d ever find a challenge like that again.
“What about Mary?” Trevor asked, protectively.
Hmm, maybe not so easy, after all. She thought, then said aloud, “I wanted permission to borrow your girlfriend for a chick’s day out. I’m going to make her over for you. That girl seriously needs a girly friend. What do you say?”
“It’s not up to me. If you want to do something with her, just ask. I’m sure she’d be up for it. She thinks you’re really nice.”
“When I bring her back, she’ll never be the same. Are you sure you can handle that? Can you handle sexy Mary?”
Trevor snorted, and said, “I’d like to handle sexy Mary.”
“Number please?” she asked.
Trevor gave it to her and watched her type it into her phone. She locked the screen and stood up from the bed, giving him a quick, sisterly peck on the cheek and heading to the door.
“Oh,” she said, “I left you some great porn up on the computer.”
She bolted from the room, cackling madly. He knew he shouldn’t look now. She’d just admitted to screwing with him. There was probably nothing there, anyway. She’d just said it to fuck with him further. He’d move the mouse and then feel stupid when there was a blank screen. He locked the door, then edged closer to the computer. But what if it wasn’t? He rounded the desk. The chair was dry. He sat down and moved the mouse. The screen came to life. There was no porno video.
“What the fuck?” he said to the empty room.
Stacy had changed the background picture of his desktop to an enlarged image of a pair of large tits encased in a black keyhole bikini top. The zoomed in view showed the flawless slopes of cleavage, teasing him through the cut-out. Stacy’s tits.
He clicked the monitor off and went to bed. She’d gotten him again. He should think of a way to get her back for that. Instead, he thought about the deep valley of her cleavage, the swell and slope of those perfect orbs of female flesh. He remembered the way they’d felt in his hands, while her tongue pressed into his mouth, and her nipples hardened under his fingertips. Instead, he thought about those things, touched his cock. It didn’t feel as good as when Stacy had done it.
The following morning, his new routine repeated itself. Stacy was in the living room, waiting for him to do their exercises, dressed in tight-fitting booty shorts and a sports bra. Trevor expected, maybe, some weirdness or tension between the two of them, but Stacy acted as if yesterday’s “lesson” had never happened. Trevor wondered how she could be so nonchalant about having jerked off her brother through his swim trunks. But then, it wasn’t weird to Stacy. She was an experienced woman, just helping her silly little brother learn something new. She wasn’t thinking about his cock in her mouth, or between her legs. He was the one having unholy thoughts about his sibling and her large, bouncing tits. Jesus, and he was getting hard thinking about it!
“So, I’m taking your girlfriend today,” Stacy said, as they wrapped up.
Trevor nodded, oblivious to the double meaning of Stacy’s words, and replied, “I saw the text this morning. She’s really excited. Nervous, too. She’s never had a real girl buddy to go do things with. What are you gonna do?”
Stacy rubbed a towel between her breasts and watched Trevor’s eyes follow the movement.
“The usual. Nails, hair, clothes, lattes, talking about dicks and clothes.”
Trevor said, with a chuckle, “Great,” then added, more seriously, “and, thanks. Really. It’s cool of you to do that. I can give you some of my Grad money, you know, to get her some stuff. I don’t want you to have to spend on my girlfriend.”
Stacy shook her head. “No. Not at all. Just think of her as my special summer project. I want to make sure my little bro has something sexy to bone, you know, when you finally do get to bone.”
She giggled at his embarrassed flush, and then punched his arm playfully, saying, “Oh, lighten up. You know I’m just a tease, dork.”
“Yeah, I know. Jerk!” he punched her back. “Not funny, by the way, the stupid computer thing.”
Stacy burst out in a fit of laughter that went on for several seconds, as she imagined the look of shock on her brother’s face when he’d seen his desktop.
“Oh, man,” she wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye, “I’m sorry. Really, I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.You’re too easy!”
“Yeah, well, I’m gonna put a password on it now,” he jibed, “and I’ll stand behind you when you use it, to make sure you’re not doing anything inappropriate that I’m going to get busted for later.”
“Ooooh,” Stacey crooned, “Does that mean you’re going to watch me when I watch porn? You kinky little nerd.” She teased, elbowing him.
“What? No! That’s not… damn it. Can you at least wipe off the fuckin’ chair when you’re done?”
Stacy’s giggles returned, and she doubled over with laughter, her hand resting on his shoulder, as though for support.
“I’m sorry,” she croaked, “Really… I’m… sorry. I just, I get these things in my head sometimes, and–” she made a twirling gesture into the air, as though pulling thoughts from her head into reality, “Oh, man. I know. I’m fucked in the head. What’s the use of a little brother, if you can’t make him super uncomfortable, though? It’s what sisters do.”