Lizzie Freeze stood silently, waiting, in a ritual that she never missed. The closet was dark and the light was minor, pouring in from the small wooden slats in Jay's closet. She stood quietly, watching small bits of dust dance in the sunbeams. The clothes surrounding her smelled of bounce and masculine skin. Lizzie turned and inhaled the scent of her brother's cologne from a suit jacket he wore to her graduation a few weeks ago.
Lizzie's college graduation was supposed to be a memorable day, she invited Jay to the after party hoping to get him drunk enough to act out her greatest fantasy. Although he showed up, he ended up bedding two of her so called friends. Sluts...who always made eyes at her handsome brother. Jay was every girl's fantasy. He was well over 6 feet with dark hair and wicked brown eyes. His dimples made his smile that more devilish and his physique was hot enough to make a nun drool. Jay was 21, 2 years her senior, well, two years in a few days when she turned 19. Back in high school he had been the center of every girl's universe. Even the teachers blushed when he turned those liquid brown eyes and confident smile their way. Rumors always circulated about him and a number of women at any given time. The only time most of the student population ever spoke to her was to pump her for information on her Students Council President, Basketball star, Prom King Brother. The rest of the time she spent alone in the library or in the AV room. Qualities that would instantly induct her into the hall of fame of geek stereotypes. Except for the fact she wasn't a geek. She was shy, spending time in the library kept her from having to socialize. As for the AV room, it housed the tool for her greatest obsession. Which carried on in college when she took a General Arts in movie producing.
Ever since she could remember, Lizzie has idolized her sexy older brother. But he never acknowledged her at home or at school. He was also the favored child of their parents. Not that they would ever admit it. But when they sheepishly referred to her as Jay's sister when they could not recall her name spur of the moment, it became obvious that the family had no room for a wallflower. So at 12, Lizzie began to resent her big bro. The hostilities she hurdled towards him barely registered on his radar. Making her that much more angry. At 18 her parents went away one weekend resulting in her ever popular brother having a wild party. She was the only one there under 20 and the only one who did not have sex. After hours of frustrating noise and trying to remain in her room, Lizzie ventured out in search of her brother to make him turn down the crappy music. Stepping into the hallway she saw her brother usher two women into his room. She knew by reputation that those two women were loose with both males and females alike. Lizzie's jaw dropped at the notion her brother was about to have sex with two girls in the room beside her. He was only 18 but apparently had the world by the tits it seemed. Lizzie's initial reaction was rage, after a while she could hear sexual vocalizations coming from his room, Lizzie crept closer to hear what the arouse female was moaning.
"Hey pervert get away from the door!" A jock behind her said loudly. Resulting in everyone in the room staring at her and laughing.
The door swung open in front of her and her brother glowered down at her, half naked and presumeably annoyed. "I uh..."
"Go to your room." He barked.
Lizzie ignored the whistles coming from the females getting a free look at her brother's body. "I uh...can hear you in there too" She yammered.
"Then go downstairs or something. I don't want you around me." He growled and slammed the door in her face.
Lizzie felt shocked and embarrassed. The upperclassmen were all staring at her like some space freak. She turned to her sanctuary and remembered her brother's activities. She raced downstairs and out the patio doors to where the pool was surprisingly unoccupied. On a lounge chair she saw Jay's friend Rick. He was blonde; blue eyed and had a sexy bohemian look to him. One of the few people who actually acknowledged she was in the room.
"Hey kid, surprised you came out of your room." He grinned.
"Jay is having sex in his room and I don't like hearing it." She mumbled. Apparently he was not in the room earlier.
"Well you can chill out here but I am going to roll one so you know." He explained he pulled a small baggie out of his pocket.
Lizzie's eyes grew wide, not expecting Rick to be a drug user. "Okay..."
Rick stared at her intently. "You wanna few puffs?"
Lizzie nodded silently, afraid to speak. After taking a few puffs, Rick passed her the fat, foul smelling cigarette. She coughed loudly but found the buzz extremely pleasant. Lizzie lay back in the lounger, feeling pleasantly out of it. She noticed Rick looked mighty baked as well. She closed her eyes reliving the image of her brother's hard half naked body behind her eyelids, his face beautiful as he scowled down at her. Lizzie knew right then that the images, the thoughts were never going to go away.
As the year progressed, Lizzie's anger with her brother morphed in to something different. Something many would call abnormal. Her brother's sexual frequency also became hers. He was rarely ever aware of her presence while she listened, or peeked when she could. She knew her obsession with her brother's sexuality was not normal, but she could not control it, she through about it in the shower, while she ate, while she was at school. He was the star of her every fantasy. Now, almost 19 it was still as strong as ever. Lizzie slowed her breathing when she heard the front door closed and some high pitched giggling come from downstairs. Within moments her brother and a blonde she vaguely remembered working cash at the convenience store was walking into his room, arms and lips and tongues tangled as their passion mounted. Lizzie's lips parted as her own arousal started to take place. She wished she had a video camera with her, but with high school over, she no longer had liberties with the equipment. Lizzie watched as their clothes came off in frenzy, under her clothing was some flashy silk bra and panty number that had her brother grunt in approval. She knew he always got more excited when he saw red lingerie. Jay lapped hungrily at the woman's oversized breasts, his cock making a proud tent in his boxers.
"Are you sure no one is here?" Barbie wannabe moaned.
"No one baby, parents are still at work." Jay replied, muffled in her breasts.
"Don't you have a sister?" She asked, clutching his dark head to her breast.
Jay's head pulled back for a second. "Oh yeah, well she isn't around. And she knows better then to interfere." He went back to his feast.
Lizzie knew he was right, she would not interfere, she was just gonna watch, and imagine in fantasy time that he could use his prowess on her, to remove her of her virginity and possibly even impregnate her. Lizzie stifled a gasp at the last thought. Since when did I want to be pregnant with his baby? She thought to herself. She felt her face flush at the prospect of carrying Jay's child. Before she could continue that particular fantasy, she heard another slam downstairs. Judging by the way Jay scrambled, it was not a joiner, as he sometimes had. Before she could react, she noticed Jay ushering the blonde towards the closet, handing her the scraps that she called clothes. Lizzie ducked behind the suit jacked she so loved to smell. When the blonde got shoved in beside her, she knew it was all over.
