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My brother is ten years older than me. Our father got divorced and married my mother. They had three more daughters and I'm the youngest. Gonzalo and I were always very close. We liked to do everything together; we cooked together, played video games together and even slept together in the same bed from time to time.
It all started when I was 18. The things he did, stuff he commented, and the way he looked at me made me feel nervous whenever I was around him. I tried to ignore it and laughed, shaking away the naughty thoughts.
My brother was considered a very good looking guy: tall, dirty blond hair, green eyes, and a very confident personality. My girlfriends in college were always excited to see him whenever he came around to pick me up or have lunch with me. They were always chit chatting about him.
He got married when I turned 20, so we didn't see each other as often as we used to. Our relationship began to decay and neither of us tried to prevent it. We only saw each other in family reunions and during the holidays.
We spent two years barely seeing each other, but Christmas eve finally came. My mother, my sisters, their boyfriends and I drove to my brother's house for Christmas dinner. The night was chili and there was a faint breeze. I wore a flannel skirt and a long sleeve black sweater with some boots. When we arrived, and were waiting for my brother to receive us outside, I was feeling anxious and I must admit... a bit hot.
He finally opened the garage door and we all said hello and started walking towards the house. The driveway was long so we had to walk for a bit. My family went on ahead, laughing and talking as they walked in front of me, and my brother walked right behind me.
"I really want to lift up your skirt."
I blushed and looked back laughing nervously.
'Geez... Is he going to start with those weird comments again?' I thought.
We kept walking when I suddenly felt a tug on my skirt and then a cold breeze grazing my panties. I immediately threw my arms back to hold my skirt down as I stopped walking and looked back in embarrassment and a bit surprised.
"What is it little sis?"
"Y-You shouldn't lift up my skirt," I said in a trembling voice.
"Oh, but I told you that I really wanted to do it. I warned you and you didn't say anything."
I stuttered a little as I tried to make up an answer.
"Come on Tami, let's go or you'll catch a cold," he said as he placed his arm around my shoulders and allowed his hand to fall, grazing one of my breasts with his fingers as we walked.
We went straight into the living room, which felt warm and cozy with the chimney fire. Soft music was playing. Gonzalo offered us some wine which we all accepted and sipped as we spoke and laughed about everyday stories.
A few minutes later, Gonzalo's wife came downstairs looking lovely as always. She wore a white, silky shirt and some black pants. Her charisma was contagious and everyone was having a good time.
