He watched her all through Easter lunch.
Her dark green eyes, partially hidden behind the large glasses, rarely lifted from the plate before her. She had barely eaten any of the roast pork before her, simply pushed it around on the plate with her fork. Now and then she plastered a semblance of a smile on her face whenever mum or dad cracked a joke.
He hadn’t seen his sister in almost a year. He had come home for Easter break, taking time off from work and the pressure of his final year at university. His latest girlfriend from university had tagged along, and they were both flying back to Sydney on Wednesday.
His sister hadn’t changed much, still the long chocolate brown hair scraped back in a pony-tail, her perfect complexion and pretty eyes hidden by the thick glasses. She had on a high-necked baggy top, jeans and sneakers, so he couldn’t make out how her breasts or figure had developed. She had just turned eighteen over a month ago, and planned to attend university next year. Her mother had mentioned a boyfriend on the phone, but that it didn’t seem serious.
His shy, gentle sister was the complete opposite of his girlfriend Kelly. Kelly was popular and outgoing, with great tits and an arse you couldn’t keep your hands off. She chatted all through lunch, complimenting my mother on her cooking, the Easter decorations, the lot, trying to make a good impression. Lucky she was a great fuck.
It wasn’t until later, when he and his sister were washing up, that he got a chance to speak to her alone.
“What’s up?” he asked her, playing the nonchalant older brother by four years.
She simply shrugged, head down as she continued to wipe the plates and put them away.
“Come on, you can tell me. You know I won’t say anything to mum or dad.”
Still she didn’t answer, and he pinched her on the butt as she leaned over to put another plate away.
“Ow!” she cried, giving him a dirty look. “What was that for?”
“Is it your boyfriend? Is he hassling you, because if he is-“
“What boyfriend!” she muttered. “He dumped me last night.”
“Just before Easter?” he asked incredulously. Far from being a perfect boyfriend himself, even he knew better than to dump someone on the day before Easter. The day after, maybe.
They didn’t speak any more because just then Kelly came into the kitchen. “Hey sweetie, I think I’m drunk on your mother’s brandy,” she giggled, sliding her hands around my waist as she mashed her big tits against my back. I could feel her hard nipples poking at me through my shirt. Her fingers brushed against my cock. Kelly was a live one! Flicking a glance at his sister, who was deliberately paying them scant attention, he slipped a hand, still covered in suds from the dishwater, behind her bottom and up under her short flimsy skirt. He felt her jump slightly as his wet finger pushed aside her silky panties and lightly traced the hairless valley of her pussy before shoving up inside of her before quickly withdrawing. He smiled when he heard her gasp. Two could play this game, he thought.
Later that night, he snuck into the spare bedroom that his parents had given Kelly and fucked her hard. His parents bedroom was downstairs, and probably knew what they were about, but put them is separate bedrooms for propriety’s sake. He didn’t give a rats ass if his sister could hear them from her room next to them as Kelly bounced on his prick.
When they finished he left Kelly sprawled snoring on the bed, and went to use the bathroom down the hall. As he was coming back, he heard a feint noise from his sister’s room, like something fell over. Stopping and putting his ear up against the door, he listened but didn’t hear anything.
Shrugging, he rapped lightly on the door with the back of his knuckles. “Shannon?” he whispered.
Silence, then he heard a soft “what?” through the door. Turning the knob, he slipped silently into the dark room and shut the door behind him. Some instinct made him turn the lock.
He felt his way over the bed, thankful that his little sister hadn’t changed the layout. He heard her quickly move her feet as he sunk down on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Are you drunk?”
“Of course not,” he lied, thinking of the bottle of brandy he and Kelly had polished off between them after his parents had gone to bed. “I was just a bit worried about you at lunch and dinner. You didn’t seem to be yourself.”
