As Davide walked through the front door he shouted "Hey I'm home." and dumped his keys on the side-table.
He heard a muffled and gasped "um hey" back from the living room.
As he looked through he saw his sister, sitting on the sofa, slam down the lid of the laptop she was working on. Maybe, but he wasn't 100% sure he thought he saw on the browser a familiar blue logo of the 'mostly-followers' website. He toyed with the idea of teasing Giorgia about it, but then thought better of it as really how would he know anything about that kind of thing?
"How was your day?" He asked as he slumped on the sofa
"Yeah, ok, I guess. The TL:DR version is: I'm really struggling with saying something original about Heine."
"Yes, I can see that you might..."
He trailed off, thinking he wanted to say something sarcastic about German poetry, but nope.
Giorgia had come to live with him a few months ago as she had a place at the prestigious Goethe institute in Bloomsbury to study for a PHD in German literature.
She was very much the smarter of the two, and always had been academically gifted. Davide, on the other hand, while hardly thick, liked to imagine himself as being more practical and talented with his hands than his younger sister. In truth, he was a tiny bit jealous of her talents and wished he had stuck out the university process a bit longer.
"How was your day?" Giorgia asked him
"Eh, nothing exciting, just the usual stream of idiots asking idiotic questions" Davide cracked open a beer he had brought in. "Do you want one of these?"
"No ta, I need to get on with this research.."
He sat on the sofa beside her and leant against the arm of the chair facing her.
As he relaxed from the stress of London public transport he noticed something a bit out of character with Giorgia.
She was wearing a dressing gown while sitting with her laptop. Nothing odd about that per se, but it was 6.30, hardly just-getting-dressed time.
Also, the dressing gown wasn't your run of the mill Marks and Sparks number, it was a rather slinky green satin thing.
As Davide sat there flicking through some notifications on his phone, shifted his attention to this dressing gown. His sister was rather generously proportioned, definitely not fat, but thicc, as Americans would say. The belt of the gown had come loose slightly and the opening at the front was gaping a bit.
While, hardly a tube pervert, Davide loved the occasional glimpses of bras and cleavage that being crammed in with people on the Northern Line he imagined that many people also enjoyed these furtive glances. It was an instinct that he fought against because he knew that Women had enough to deal with on a daily basis from genuine pervs without him looking at their bras through the gap in the shirts. A friend of his had once told him an awful story about getting off the tube train to realise that her skirt had cum on it. Some revolting shit had obviously spunked in his trousers and then flicked it on her. Davide was certainly not one of the people.
However, as he sat facing Giorgia his eyes were instinctively drawn to the gape in her gown. He could see the generous curve of her right breast naked under the satin. He followed the curve down and realised there was nipple visible. Right there and raised up to full height. Her areola was delightfully dark pink and bumpy. It was a delicious looking boob. Full and heavy it demanded his full attention.
Damn, he thought, what the hell am I doing, and pulled his gaze away back to his recent Instagram likes. His cock on the other hand, had no such cares, and rose to the occasion, pushing hard against his trousers as it swelled in his boxers.
Jesus, he thought, I don't need this right now. Why in the heck am I getting hard looking at my sister's boob? Had it really been that long since he had any sexy times that he was checking out his own flesh and blood.
Giorgia looked across at her brother and harrumphed, she had things she needed to finish off, and didn't need him lounging around distracting her. She noticed that her dressing gown had come open and adjusted the tie so she was fully covered up. Living with her brother was tricky enough without the added hassle of not being able to walk around in the nude.
Davide waited for his enormous erection to subside and got the impression that Giorgia wanted to get on with her research so he got up and started to distract his incestuous thoughts with dinner prep.
As he got up, Giorgia thought to herself, finally, she glanced at her sibling and noticed that he habitually adjusted himself in hes trousers. Obviously he hadn't got used to not having the flat to himself. She also noticed while he shifted himself around that her brother was packing wood.
First of all, why did he have an erection, was the most obvious question, but also and this was her deep seated monkey brain asking this question, damn, how big was that thing? Giorgia was not inexperienced in cock handling, however this cock looked like a whole new level.
Like Davide she squashed down these carnal thoughts. Despite the fact that she would love to see what that looked like at full height. Fortunately though, unlike him, her arousal was invisible and all that would have given her away was the warmth now rising from her pussy and the inevitable wetness. I really must focus on this bloody essay she thought.
Dinner came and went without any furtive glances, aided by the fact that Giorgia changed into her usual jeans and sweater. Their residual arousal, gradually disipating, hidden under layers of clothes and shame.
Chapter 2.
Giorgia gave everyone the impression of being a model student: industrious, intelligent, and dedicated to her love of German literature. She hoped one day to either be a professor at a European university or writing long difficult novels that while highly regarded by the academy also received a surprisingly large readership.
She was also harboring a slightly shameful, to her at least, secret.
Giorgia had an ex-boyfriend that had taken some very uncompromising pictures of her with himself and a mutual friend. Some recreational drugs may or may not have been involved, but, youthful stupidity and a lot of cheap wine definitely was. This ex of hers also had a crippling gambling addiction, he had borrowed 10s of thousands of pounds to try to keep up with his losses but had also stolen Giorgia's credit cards too. Now in an effort to pay back the losses he had resorted to selling the video he had made of Giorgia and their friend on-line.
Giorgia had been trying to get legal help to get this video taken down but with the credit card debt and the onerous academic fees with her PHD she was struggling.
Davide, was letting her live rent free, thank god, but the wolves were starting to circle and since she was new in London and to England she had no-one she could turn to.
What made matters worse was the Goethe institute had very strict rules around the moral propriety of their students. Even the slightest whiff of a scandal and she would be out. This venerable conservative institution wasn't going to be besmirched by the kind of sluts that have sex-tapes on-line.
When Davide had come home the other day he had caught her in the middle of setting up a 'mostly-followers' account. She was 90% sure he hadn't seen anything, but she was certain that he had got a hard on while checking out her boobs under the gown she'd been wearing. She really didn't have head-space to deal with the extra worry of having to be covering up round him in case he saw something he shouldn't.
Despite this she was secretly quite glad he had liked what he saw as it meant there was a definite market out there for what she had to offer.
Just shy of 25 Giorgia was, while technically obese according to the ridiculous BMI standard, rocking a great body. When she was younger she hated the attention that her enormous bust gained her. An uncle in particular had paid her a little bit too much attention. Now, even though she tended to wear loose fitting sweaters at college, she enjoyed how feminine she felt with a dress on and her killer cleavage out. Her last bra-fitting had given her a double J cup. They were still remarkably firm though and her dark pink nipples stuck upwards prominently.
Guys on the internet would pay handsomely to see these she reasoned. Reddit threads informed her that she could make a comfortable living without really having to show much or even her face if she didn't want to.
So, she set up her account online. Gave it a cheesy 'sexy librarian' type name. She set up her phone on a cheap tripod with a circle light and took some photos of her boobs, pinching her nipples to make sure they were super hard, and a few shots of her ass with a thong on. Her bum was her least favourite bit of her body, but these Reddit subs told her to make sure she got some good ass shots, so she took some but ensuring her pussy was fully covered.
That same day by the time she was in bed checking the account on her phone she had 50 'fans' each paying £10 a month to see her glorious boobs. Optimistic that a few months of this would help her clear her credit card debt and pay lawyers to take down the videos that were circulating on forums and websites, she went to bed content. As she drifted off she tried to push away intrusive thoughts about the bulge in Davide's trousers earlier.
