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Disclaimer: This is all a publication of fiction and in no way happened. This also may get a little unrealistic. You've been warned.
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The days that followed were those of study. I had been spending more and more time in one of the campus libraries, from sun rise to sunset. It was gruelling to say the least. Not only was I working on my own, almost flawless reports, I was also working on Hana's; that woman whom I am embarrassed to say I had spent the better part of 2 years trying to be anything more than her errand boy. It was hard for me to see her with other guys, clearly more interested in them than I... Alanah was right, while I worked on her education she was out with 'Real Men' who gave her everything...
In regards to my bitch of a step sister, she had been acting different. Very different. Before that evening she would have brought home a different man each night, making sure that I heard every thrust, scream and moan that came from her room. But for the past week, that had changed. It had been days since her last one-night stand, days since she wore one of her tight, low cut dresses in high heels; not to mention that she had become increasingly quieter when it came to me. Before, if I did anything, she deemed out of line I would get an earful of her whines and chastising comments. Now? Barely a peep.
In reality, Alanah's brain was thoroughly scrambled. Having to actively avoid me to stop the vivid picture of my meat stick infesting her thoughts. Emotions went back and forth in her mind, swinging wildly from arousal, to disgust; to longing, to horrified. She had tried her best to cleanse herself, if she didn't have sex, maybe she would stop thinking about what her not so little step-bro was packing between my legs.
Eventually she couldn't take it much longer. She had to at least try to get well and truly fucked, maybe then the fantasies and wet dreams would stop. "It's not like he'll know how to use it. What good is it if he doesn't know where to put it?" She tried to rationalise with herself as she slid on a pair of black, slightly transparent pair of stockings that wrapped around her legs like another layer of skin. She had stuffed her thin yet curvy frame into a tight-fitting red dress, low cut to show off some thigh, along with a neckline that pushed up hard against her eye drawing cleavage. Between her bust nestled a simple Christian cross necklace, swallowed by her tits. She liked showing off this fake innocence. She ran her hands up her legs, cooing softly at the feeling of her nylon covered legs on her fingers.
Alanah was lounging about in the living room when I returned home, tired and with hands filled with papers and binders. My bag was almost too heavy with text books and Hana's work which I had admittedly worked harder on than my own. I was about ready to collapse once I smelt the familiar scent of our apartment. I did not bother to talk to my sister, only giving her the obligatory scan, she could go somewhere with anything and she would make it look sexy.
Her heart had begun to thump hard on her chest once she saw me in the corner of her eye, she had dashed the perfect amount of makeup over her cheeks, painted glossy nude lipstick over her pouty lips, shadowed her eyes dark to make her aquamarine eyes pop. Her hair was hanging loose, and as shiny and silky as it usually was.
I was the first to speak up. Resting my body on the cool marble of the kitchen counter I sighed "Got a date?" I asked, thinking finally her weird phase was over. Alanah nodded in a quick succinct way, humming in acknowledgement; she knew if she tried to talk it would come out timid, and submissive for me. "Thought you were going dry for the month or something." I muttered with a shrug, spinning in place to open the fridge. The cold breath gave me a welcome embrace, as did the light that illuminated the dimly lit apartment. Behind me Alanah huffed, biting her lip to stop herself from reacting to that comment. She rose from the leather sofa, causing a creaking leathery noise as she stood. Her heels began to click on the varnished floor once she moved past the carpet. She swayed her hips as she strutted past me, a natural stance she would make when going out, it made her already amazing ass sway and bounce with every step.
She couldn't help herself. Her body froze in place and looked over at me, her hands clutching a red purse. It was like she was on autopilot...her eyes trailed down past my old shirt and onto my grey sweat pants. I had not noticed; I was too focused on picking out the carton of orange juice at the back of the fridge past the milk and eggs. Her eyes stayed fixed on my naturally bulging crotch, her mouth salivated, her fingernails digging into the elegant and expensive purse *It looks like he's stuffed it with a fucking sock...* she thought. Seconds past, her pretty eyes locked onto me; a light coo escaped her lips as heat began to build up inside her. One look and she knew that her mind would certainly not be on her date tonight.
She gasped as I moved out from the fridge, with carton in hand. "Gotta go...!" She squealed timidly, rushing out the door, her heels clicking and clopping loudly across the floor. As she slammed the door behind her she pressed her back against the door, her face as red as her hair. "What is the matter with me?!" She hissed, voice echoing through the empty hallway. She lingered for a moment, cursing me for wearing something that made my third leg bulge out so much.
I took a long swig of the orange juice carton, gulping down the sweet tasting drink as I looked in the direction Alanah zipped over to. "So weird..." I muttered before yawning loudly. I rubbed my eyes with me free hand, I was so tired I could barely think, one thing was for sure though, the image of Alanah in that dress lingered. Sighing to myself I heaved a binder up from the counter and took it with me to the sofa; "Still need to sort through Hana's papers..." I said to myself. I crashed onto the leather, resting my weary head on the cushions. A deep sigh of relief escaped me, eyes dropping as I drifted into a dreamless slumber.
Alanah returned alone. Her key pushed into the lock and turned as she came in. Darkness had descended into the apartment. It was well past midnight, and the lights were off, usually she would have gotten me to turn them on so she could see the route to her room with a fuck boy in hand. She had a frown on her face. Her date sucked. Sure, the guy was a hunk, and he spoke a big game...But her mind lingered on my impressive bulge. While the fuck boy was bragging about his sport accolades, she was having a mental conversation with herself. Should she do it? seduce her younger step brother? She had noticed herself trying to explain how I was a virgin.
*He's actually quite cute...f-for a loser...*
