THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION. ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. PLEASE ENJOY.
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"Kara! Get your bag, honey. Your father is almost ready to leave."
Throughout the normal chaos each morning brings, I was making sure my 5 year old daughter had her things for school, all the while buckling my 2 year-old son Kyle into his car seat. Each day, on the way to his office, Phil drops the kids at daycare and kindergarten, respectively.
Trudging down the stairs, Phil struggled with the buttons on his shirt, while fidgeting with his blazer tucked under his arm. With a smile, the kind of smile that mocks the urgency of the morning, I help my husband secure the buttons as I take his coat from his armpit.
"I'm a little behind," he stated. "I might come home a little later than usual. Bob is calling for an emergency meeting after everyone leaves for the day."
Picking up his bag and my son's carseat, Phil was able to open the front door. Following him outside, I held Kara's hand as we walked to the car. In the cold, light snow was falling. Not enough to change plans or stick, but just a mild flurry. Outside in our driveway, my pink pajama bottoms, and Phil's Penn St. sweater adorned my body, while my 'Hello Kitty' plush slippers covered my feet.
"Just make sure you call me before you head home," I said, my normal thoughts suddenly popping in my head. "I'll have dinner ready when you get home. I just want to know how quickly to prepare it."
On one side of the car, Phil was settling Kyle snug on his side, while I buckled Kara in her seat. Looking at me, Phil, my goofy economist, of a husband commented, "How are you drowning in my sweater, Morg? I'm only 5 inches taller than you. It looks so bulky on you."
Returning a forced smile, I chuckled at his attempt at humor. After securing the kids, I walked around to the car and kissed him on his cheek. After getting inside and starting the engine, I told him to drive safely and I loved him. Before pulling out of the driveway, Phil reminded me, "Make sure Nathan is helping you around the house. Just because he's your brother doesn't mean he gets a free ride here."
With a weak nod, I wrapped my arms around my torso and made my way to the front door. Watching as my husband began slowly backing out, I had by now, re-entered our home, looking outside from a tiny opening at the far end of the drapes.
"Get those clothes off, Morg," I heard from-behind me. Naked, at the top of the landing, my 19 year old brother Nathan stood.
Meeting his eyes, I knew what he wanted. Looking back towards the outside, I could see the slow matriculation of our car rolling down towards the street. Not yet looking back at Nathan, I hooked my fingers into the tops of my pajamas and without a second thought, began sliding them down my hips and legs. The glossiness of the suntan colored pantyhose that I'd put on while my husband took a shower, made their appearance. As I was stepping out of them, two hands reached around me, going under the sweater.
"Nathan," I seductively mewled. "Wait till the cars' out of view."
Feeling his lips kissing along my neckline, I, again, feignly pleaded. "Little brother, please," I tried saying, to no avail.
As Nathan started to lift the larger
sweater I was wearing, his hands enveloped my freckled, sized 34C, tits. Seeing the car slowly disappear down the street, I slowly turned around to face him. Once the sweater was off, I dropped it next to my sweats lying on the floor by the window.
Falling smoothly over my petite body was the frilly white corset that made my prior outfit, "bulky" on me, as my husband noticed, embellishing my frame. Still wearing my Hello Kitty slippers, I knew I had to remove those once in my bedroom.
"You really need to relax, Nathan," My words soft, but sharp. "We are going to get caught one day, you know that?"
That cocky smirk that I've grown quite accustomed to over the last 9 months appeared on his face. "I'm going to enjoy having sex with you until then, I guess," as the indifference left his mouth.
Continuing his assault on my neck and boobs, the young man, who almost a year earlier was this shy, immature, nerd that shivered at the thought of women, let alone even talk to them, was lusting, mightily, over his older sister.
As our pulse quickened and breathing labored, I couldn't delay the inevitable anymore. "Take me upstairs then, baby brother. You know the rules." Taking his hand, I steadied myself as we walked the flight of steps.
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My name is Morgan Jennings. I am 32 years old. I am 5'2 and weigh about 110 lbs. With mid-length brunette hair and blue eyes, I also wear glasses. I have been married to my husband, Phil, 33, for 6 years. We have a daughter, Kara, 5 and my son, Kyle 2. We live in an upper middle class area, in a condominium complex. Our home has 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, so its' more quaint than 'house-like'.
When I was 6, my mother suddenly passed, leaving my father and me alone. A few years later, daddy remarried, and our family was complete. When I was 13, my dad and stepmother had a child, my little brother Nathan. Over the years, we developed a strong unit. From my soccer games to everything Nathan did, our family was indeed a family.
Nathan, on the other hand, always harbored resentment for me. I tried to be the loving, caring big sister. I babysat, made him stuff to eat when our parents went on dates. You know, everything an older sibling does. He seemingly didn't like his big sister telling him what to do.
See, Nathan is a quirky, person. He is anti-social and really doesn't have friends. He's 5'9 160 lbs, still has pimples on his face, is just your typical nerd. Ever since his own mother passed 5 years ago, he has been a shell of himself.
Since it was my father's second time being widowed, things with Nathan and him has been difficult. They live a couple hours from me and Phil, but whenever my father went on a business trip, I'd drive down to pick him up. He'd stay with us until daddy came home.
At first, Phil was more than content on my brother staying with us a few days here and there. Nathan would pretty much just stay in the bedroom I had made out for him, and play video games. I had to make sure he completed his school online when he was at my home, which was a chore, itself.
But then came his senior year in high school. I just had my second child, Kyle, and I noticed Nathan behaving even more differently than his usual self, whenever he would stay with me and Phil. His 18th bithday had just passed and I was going to go down to pick him up as my father never, ever trusted Nathan, alone, in the house.
As I walked in their house, I could hear them arguing. "Fuck dad, I'm not a baby anymore. Why are you sending me to stay with Morgan again!" I heard Nathan, yelling. "I fucking hate staying with her. She treats me like I'm a child."
