“Fuck, it’s hot in here!”
Olivia is now fumbling around with the air conditioner and Lucas got a good view of her ass. It was supple and plump, flesh subtly seen underneath the tight pencil skirt. Her legs are covered in black stockings, her thighs touching each other and he briefly wondered how it would feel.
“Ugh! I honestly hate the fact they can’t just say thank you, you know? Like I don’t need much Mr. Lawyer Guy.” She rants, fumbling the on switch.
Lucas knows the air conditioner has been broken in his room since last night but he doesn’t bother telling her as he’s distracted by the soft black mesh of the pantyhose.
How soft would the black material feel if he slowly slid his dick between his sisters’ thick thighs from behind? He could almost feel the head of his dick slide against his sister’s clit through the cloth. He could feel her ass cheeks bounce against his balls as he slammed against her, creating friction between his dick and her soft thighs. Lucas shook his head, his hard dick sensitively rubbing against the inside of his shorts.
Fuck, the fantasy messed me up in the head.
“It’s broken.” He said, interrupting both his disturbing thoughts and Olivia from thwacking the machine to death. She is surprised by her younger brother’s closeness behind her which he notices. Lucas would have backed away in his right mind but he enjoyed the panicked look in her eyes as it comes so rarely.
Olivia disguises it with a sarcastic sneer, “Wow, how observant of you.”
Lucas, used to this type of behavior from his older sister, snips back, “Better than the person that’s been trying to get it to work by punching it for the last five seconds.”
Olivia shrugs, seeming to concede as she faced him but Lucas knows better. She can’t stand losing, even if it’s just mindless bickering. They are still only inches away from each other, neither of which seems interested in backing down. He is proud that he is a head taller than her but their height difference doesn’t seem to matter.
Olivia still gives him a challenging glare. He’s reminded of his fantasy. Stupidly, he self-consciously readjusts his shorts to not bring attention to his hard-on. Which, obviously, brings the opposite effect.
Lucas can practically hear the ding! in her eyes as she looks down.
“Pfft! Hahahahahaaa!” She explodes in maniacal laughter and Lucas wants nothing more than to launch himself to the adjacent 2nd floor window. He backs away, ready to do exactly that but she grabs him by the shoulders. She wants to indulge in the fact that she “won”. He hates it.
Her hands muss up his wet hair as she gives him a good old-fashioned noogie, “Did I interrupt your after-school shower masturbation session, huh? Thinking about high school girls in the shower, you pervert?!”
This pervert masturbated to his older sister. She glances at his brightly colored face and cackles even more. Lucas, finding that he can no longer bear being the receiver of his sister’s torments, pushes her rather aggressively, “Get out! I mean it!”
She lands on his bed as if she planned to be pushed there all along.
“It’s perfectly normal, you know. Sorry that I interrupted such an… important time for you. I mean it. I’m sorry.” She attempted to say this seriously but her face cracked more than twice. Her gaze went down again and she erupted in giggles.
Lucas furiously scratches his neck and tiredly sighs, “Whatever. Can you please just go? Please?” He sounds pathetically desperate, even to his own ears. He wishes he could be more assertive and stay true to his anger but it seems in that case, he has the shorter stick of the gene pool. All the assertiveness and anger went to his sister.
She sighs, as if bored by his reaction. “But it’s too hottttt. I don’t want to leaveee.”
She took off her heels as she says this, sweat dripping down the line of her throat. He was transfixed to one particular drop of sweat just right at the top of her breasts.
“Your room’s air conditioner works perfectly fine. Get out.” His throat felt tight. He can’t look away from his sister laying on his bed. Her dark hair fell in waves, white button-up wrinkled, and her skirt riding up her stocking-covered legs.
“Are you still hard?” She glances at his shorts again as she says this. A look of disbelief flashed upon Lucas’s face that caused his sister to laugh again. What the fuck is happening?!
“If you answer honestly, I’ll leave.~” She sing-songs, jiggling her legs against her younger brother’s bed. Lucas’s dick, was in fact, very hard. He thinks about how the stocking would feel against his hands if he forces her legs into missionary position. He can’t really think straight because of it and as a result, he answered her honestly.
“Yeah. I am.” It sounded huskier than he intended it to be, but it brought an unexpected effect on his sister.
Although she was the one who asked, she seemed surprised by his sudden answer. His eyes traveled to her clenched thighs. She shifted a bit under his gaze. For the first time in 18 years of knowing Olivia, she backed down from his stare and looked at the ceiling. Did I just win?
Olivia jolted up and said, “Alright, like we agreed. I’m leaving.” Seeming to be possessed with a sudden need to get out of her little brother’s room, she grabbed her heels and passed by him in haste.
That’s a win, if I ever saw one. Euphoric on this unusual scenario, he grabbed her wrist in a greedy attempt to squeeze in more wins. Olivia, not used of the power reversal gave the former an admittedly cute squeak, “Let go!”
They are way too close to each other of what should be permitted between siblings. He steeled himself against her furious glare. Just like Olivia, he isn’t used of the power reversal.
“If you answer honestly, I’ll let you leave.” He sing-songs but it came out flat and serious. Olivia softened at this a bit, her eyes dancing in amusement but a distrusting frown still present on her face.
“What?” She asks, trying to gather up her failing courage.
He leans in, whispering in her ear, “Are you wet right now?”
Olivia’s legs clenched again and she makes this sound- close to a whine but not quite. Her panties are soaking wet. She feels it every time she rubs her thighs together. It’s Lucas who laughs this time, his breath blowing against her throat as he mocks her, “Thinking about your younger brother’s dick, you pervert?”
She forces herself to look at him even though she doesn’t want to. He gives her an arrogant expression. She hates it. Even though she’s blushing from her head to her toes, she leans towards him with her hands sliding across his t-shirt in an attempt to meet his gaze. After she leaves, Lucas would jerk off to what she says next.
She whispers in his ear, “Yes. I’m wet while I’m thinking about fucking my younger brother.”
I always win. If there could be a phrase for his older sister’s face right now, it would be that. She laughs at him, pats him on the back as if to say “Nice try!” and leaves him dazed and incredibly horny.