My name is Kate. I am 24 years old and work in a local bank. I live with my brother Jason who is 6 years younger than me. I've have been living in Los Angeles for the past 4 years.
My father serves in the army and comes home for a short period, but my mother never really stays at home. She is always busy with her business tours so I have to take care of my brother. I love my brother very much and he means the world to me. The reason behind my deep love for him is that he is different from others. He is 6 years younger than me but he knows me more than anyone else does. He is always there to cheer me up when I am sad and tries to help me in every possible way. However, one day everything changed between us.
It was unlike any other normal night. I got a text message from my best friend about the party at her house. She wanted me to meet a person who could help me get a job. I like to be the center of attraction at parties so I took a long time to get ready. I wore a white blouse that had a tailored fit. It wasn't exactly see-through, but as I looked in the mirror, the outline of my black bra was clearly visible. Because it was a tailored fit, I left the top buttons undone to reveal my ample cleavage. I wore a black split crotch panty. My pussy was clearly visible through the panty. Then I slipped on tight white trousers. I thought the trousers were too tight so I exchanged the trousers for a white skirt that buttoned down the front. I fastened only the top three buttons and sat down on the bed. The skirt fell open and it barely covered my pussy. My complexion is dark and tanned so I didn't need tights or stockings. I finished the outfit with black high-heeled shoes and went downstairs.
Jason was sitting on the sofa watching basketball. He looked at me as I entered.
"How do I look dear?" I asked, spinning around so he could see me from all sides.
"Like always! Beautiful." Was his simple comment. Jason never really used the words sexy or hot so I had no choice but to accept the word beautiful. Even that simple one word compliment meant a lot to me, because I knew that he sincerely meant it. I cannot call him a nerd because he was not a bookworm, yet he took his studies very seriously. He never goes to parties or dates any girl in his class. I guess except for me, there was no other girl in his life.
"Ok dear. I will not be able to make it home early so don't wait for me and you be sure to have dinner on time. There is food in the fridge that is already cooked; you just have to warm it up." I said as I left the house.
I was at the party and was busy talking with my friend, when I got a call from an unknown number. When I answered, a man's voice told me that he was Jason's friend. When I asked him the reason for calling me, he told me that he saw Jason making out with a boy today in school, and he thought that I should know about it. When I tried to ask his name, he disconnected the call.
It really freaked me out. I knew that it was not true but the caller had planted the seed of doubt in my mind so I was not sure either. I decided that I would talk about it with my brother after I returned home. I tried to tell my friend that I wanted to go to home, but she wouldn't listen to me, instead she insisted that I stay a little while longer and have a few drinks with her. I'm not usually a drinker but after drinking a few tequila shots, perhaps 4 - 5 shots, I became wild and had no control over myself. I guess some would say that I seemed to be having a good time.
My friend asked another girl to drop me off at home, as I was way too drunk to drive. They told me later that it took my friend and the other girl both to get me out to the car. Then she phoned Jason and told him what had happened and that I would be home soon. I was in the backseat, and shouted like a slut, as she drove through the traffic signal near my house. My brother was waiting outside the door when I reached home.
"Hey! my cute little brother." I mumbled as I fell upon my brother as he tried to get me inside the house. The girl left as soon as my brother and I got inside the house. A few minutes later, after struggling to get me upstairs, we reached the bedroom. How he ever managed to get me up those steps, I'll never know; it must have taken super-human strength. Most of this time is a blank in my mind; however, I can remember singing at the top of my lungs as he half carried, half-dragged me to my room. He opened the door and threw me on the bed. As soon as I fell on the bed, I fell asleep.
I slowly tried to open my eyes. The pain in my head was unbearable; it felt like there was a large marching band inside, all beating on a drum. It was hard for me to lift myself up because the whole world seemed to want to spin. Finally, I managed to sit up on the side of the bed, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw that I was in my bra and panty. I guess that he had removed my skirt and blouse when I was unconscious, because I don't remember ever undressing. Looking at the clock next to the bed, I saw that it was past 11:00 am. I picked up the night robe from the shelf and wore it to cover myself. Hanging on to the handrail and carefully placing one foot in front of the other, I managed to go downstairs without falling and breaking my neck. Reaching the bottom and entering the living room, I saw my brother eating a sandwich and watching a romantic comedy movie. I quickly went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for myself.
"Hi Jason. Good morning." I greeted him as I made my way back into the living room and sat down beside him. I wasn't very proud of the way I had acted last night, but I knew that I'd have to face him sometime, so I might as well get it over with as soon as possible.
"Good morning or almost good afternoon." He greeted me with a knowing smile. "How do you feel?"
"Like a herd of wild horses had stomped all over me, and then I'd been run over by a big truck." I replied with a sheepish grin. He couldn't resist a hearty laugh at my answer, and I was glad that at least someone was enjoying the situation. I sure wasn't, but I guess I had nobody to blame but myself.
"Does that mean that you don't want to go out to a party tonight?" He asked grinning from ear to ear.
I knew that he was just teasing me, because normally he was very polite and considerate of other people and their feelings. He didn't really expect an answer to that question, so I just poked him in his ribs with my elbow and blew on my coffee to cool it down. As I was taking a sip of my coffee, I swear out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason checking me out. I looked down at my chest and found out why he was staring. My robe was wide open, my bra had ridden down super low and my tits were practically popping out of my bra. If that wasn't enough reason for him to stare at me, I noticed that my panty was giving an ample view of my pussy. I felt a strange sensation knowing that my little brother was ogling me.
"Like the view ...brother?" I asked slowly not taking my eyes off his face.
"What?" His mind was on what he was looking at, so it took a long time for him to answer me.
"I said...do you... like the... view?" I asked him again.
"Come on Kate!" He replied. I could tell that he felt embarrassed because he knew that I had caught him looking. Unable to face me, he turned his face away.
""Its ok, I don't really mind, you know. You are my brother and that makes me feel safe with you. So don't be embarrassed." I tried to reassure him, but I thought it was cute that my brother was feeling embarrassed.
"Can't we talk about another topic?" He pleaded with me.
