Disclaimer: all referenced characters are 18+
[A/N] - Can skip if you don't care about me or previous stories
Long time no see. Your house literally burning to the ground has a way of putting a damper on your hobbies. Not kidding.
I had 60,000 words written for the second part of Nuclear Family. Not very motivated to rewrite that. But I did get the itch recently and wrote this short story, and have another draft thats 25,000 words.
P.S. keep your critiques to yourself, I really don't care
Chapter 1: Marley
Marley looked at herself in her body length mirror, and hated what she saw. Her breasts were no more than an extra layer of flesh on her chest, her nipples soft and puffy. "Boy nipples" the girls would say in the locker rooms. She moved her long brown hair to her front, covering each small breast with a voluminous lock. She tried to look sexy, crossing her arms behind her back and posing, but she just felt stupid.
Her eyes dropped to her bare mound, which she hated even more. Every girl her age could grow pubic hair, besides her. She even asked her doctor, who's answer just made her even more upset. 'Some girls just don't develop as much as others. Take your height and breasts. I'm sure you've seen many younger girls who are taller and with bigger chests. You're eighteen now. You may grow more, you may not.'
'It isn't fair' Marley thought. 'Celeste grew boobs over a summer, and everyone else almost just as fast, and I haven't grown at all.'
"Marley, let's go, we're gonna be late!"
The sound of her brother's voice jolted her out of her stupor. She pulled on her white panties with pink stitching that fit snug against her slit and bum. They were panties for little girls, along with the ones that came with them, but she wore them regardless since her brother got them for her. He had a hard time picking out age appropriate things for her. She slipped on his favorite skirt, a pink layered skirt with frilly edges, and a white tank top that gave away how flat her chest was. Her brother was taking her out on a date. Well, she thought of it as a date, wished it was, but it was just a movie and lunch that they did a few times every month.
"You're looking extra cute today." Wayne was watching her from the bottom as she descended the steps. He was tall, 6 foot 4, broad shouldered and muscular with short brown hair that was slicked to back and side. He wore a pair of jeans with a button up unbuttoned to show his muscular chest.
Marley blushed and her crotch warmed at his words. The dream she had the previous night had excited her so, and she hadn't had a chance to relieve herself. She wondered if he ever had sex dreams about her. She hoped he did. "Thanks" she said with a smile, and stopped a few stairs above him.
He picked her up by her hips and pecked her lips before setting her down on the ground. It was something they'd always done since she was a little girl, and just never stopped, though neither of them quite knew why. "Let's go, princess."
He was always calling her cutesy names, princess, babycakes, sweetheart, honeybunches, and she loved it, but he was just saying it because he sees her as his little baby sister. 'I want him to call me princess while he's inside me' she thought, rubbing her thighs together. She was hopelessly obsessed with him.
Him thinking her so innocent had its benefits - she could get away with a lot like kissing his lips, 'accidentally' showing her panties, or sitting on his lap, something she always did at the movies. She would move and squirm but never feel his erection poke into her butt, more evidence that she was nothing but his little sister to him.
Due to their height difference, her sitting on his lap brought their heads closer to level. She could lean back and rest her head on his shoulder, and he could rest his chin on hers. He'd wrap his arms around her belly and hold her to him tight and her arms would overlay his. They took this position once they arrived at the theater, and Marley played out fantasies of his hands wandering to her chest or between her legs as the movie played out in front of her.
"That was pretty good, don't ya think?" Wayne asked as they walked out of the theater.
"Ya, I liked it" she lied. She couldn't remember much at all. They climbed in his truck and she received a text.
Celeste: May I stay the night tonight?
"Can Celeste stay the night tonight?"
"Of course. Whatever you want sweetheart." Wayne reached out a hand and placed it on her bare thigh just above the knee as he said it, and squeezed gently.
Marley desperately needed to masturbate. She placed one hand over his so he wouldn't move it as she texted with the other.
Marley: Yes, come over.
Chapter 2: Wayne
Wayne was finally able to rub his aching temples since Marley's attention was on her phone. He'd become an expert at hiding his stress and emotions, taking charge of his teenaged sister when he was only in his early twenties while running a small business, and it only became more difficult as she aged. His sister was so sweet and innocent, and he did everything he could to preserve that innocence, and wanted to prevent her from growing up too fast like he had.
When they got home, Marley ran up the stairs fast on her hands and knees. He watched after her and saw her white girlish panties beneath her skirt, clinging to her bottom. He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. His sister seemed stuck between girl in woman in both body and mind, oblivious to how planting her bum on his crotch or kissing his lips and face repeatedly might not be appropriate. He went to the kitchen and made a drink, his phone rang as he rim touched his lips and he groaned. His lawyer.
"Hello? They signed? It's done?" He let out a sigh of relief and disbelief at his lawyer's answer. The company he started with his roommate in college just sold for twenty million dollars, and he would get half.
His headache all but forgotten about, he went upstairs to tell Marley the good news, that she was going to be even more spoiled than she already is. When he walked into her room without knocking, she was nude on her bed, legs spread wide with two fingers inside her pussy, rubbing her clitoris with her other hand. Her cute face was scrunched up and she didn't know he was there until she opened her eyes.
She screamed. He yelled and covered his eyes before backing out, closing the door behind him. "I'm sorry!"
No response. He thought he best leave it, he knew she was self conscious of her body and was probably embarrassed. He saw everything, her breasts, her pussy. He noticed she was bald like she never grew hair in the first place. He felt his cock start to grow and thoughts creep into his mind, thoughts that'd only come when he'd had a bit too much to drink, and Marley came out of her room in a bit too little clothing.
He pushed those thoughts out of his mind and went back to the kitchen and grabbed his drink, downing it in a big gulp. He poured another. By the end of the month, he'd have eight figures in his bank account. 'An absurd amount of money' he thought. It was time he treated himself and his sister. He grabbed his laptop and sat in his recliner, placing his drink on the table next to him. He pulled up the website to a luxury car dealership in the city and started browsing.
An hour later, there was a knock on the door, and Wayne greeted Celeste and welcomed her inside. Wayne thought Celeste a bit odd, looked and dressed normal enough, but she was very well spoken and always seemed like she was privy to something that no one else knew. And some of the things she said were just weird.
"You have a certain aura about you today, Wayne. Have you had sex recently?" Celeste asked once she was inside.
"Uh-huhm, that's not really appropriate for us to talk about, Celeste."
