Lisa Smith needed a change of pace. At least that's the lie she told her parents when she moved back into their house. Lisa was 25 years old with a newfound appreciation for her well-off parents. When she told them she was going to an out-of-state college in California to pursue her acting dream, they wished her luck and offered support in any way, shape, or form.
Lisa didn't like that. She wanted to be told that her dreams were stupid and then she would tell them that she was going to be on the big screen one day. The idea of making it on your own was comforting to her, but she felt like a fool when she realized how expensive it was to live on your own and how lonely it was to be in the middle of California with no friends.
Lisa finally put her pride to the side and packed her bags, moving back into her childhood home in Montana in early February. Lisa's little brother, Scott, was indifferent. He was a quiet eighteen-year-old who kept his head in books, focusing on his studies. Lisa was wildly different. Where Scott was quiet and mild-mannered, Lisa was boisterous and outgoing. Scott had short brown hair, big green expressive eyes, and a skinny frame. Lisa had wild, flowing auburn locks, a wider, filled-out physique with thinner almond-shaped blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile.
They didn't hate each other, but they were more like distant cousins who saw each other every now and again instead of siblings who grew up together. When Lisa and Scott saw each other after four years, their conversation was certainly one they'd both remember.
"Hey Scott!" Lisa beamed before wrapping her brother up in a bear hug.
"Hi Lisa," Scott blushed slightly, very aware of his sister's large breasts pressing into his tank top.
"How've you been, buddy?"
"I'm good." Scott said after Lisa broke the hug.
"That's good. I heard you're graduating soon. Finally out of high school."
"Yup."
"Any colleges you looking at? Well, I should say, are there any colleges looking for you, Smart Guy?"
"I was thinking about Stanford. Maybe." Scott answered, blushing at the compliment.
"That's great!"
"It is, um... how've you been?" Scott asked.
"I'm doing alright. I just needed a change of pace y'know? Something different."
"You still plan on being an actor?"
"No. That ship has sailed. I'm not exactly... um... the acting type." Lisa said while splaying her arms downwards over her body. Scott looked down briefly and cleared his throat. Lisa was not fat. She was curvy. Noticeably curvy. Those curves made her downright beautiful in Scott's eyes. She wore a thin white t-shirt that couldn't hide her sizable black bra and a pair of jeans that hugged her curves. He cursed himself internally for perving out on his own flesh and blood sister.
"Not every actress is thin."
"That's not what I meant. I was told to... well if I was going to maximize my potential I'd need to slim down."
"Slim down what? Those are the way your... um... parts are shaped. Even if you lost fifty pounds they'd still be..." Scott trailed off when Lisa began to smirk.
"They'd?" Lisa said, grinning ear to ear now.
"Your... y'know..."
"What is it, Scottie?" Lisa said, using her decent acting chops to act like a dumb bimbo. It wasn't like she learned nothing over four years.
"Your boobs, Lisa. You have big boobs. There I said it." Scott admitted, his skin was tomato red.
"Thanks. I don't know why you were so nervous. They're just boobs." Lisa shrugged dramatically with her arms pressed together, teasing her little brother even more. Scott laughed it off while trying to calm himself down. He was cute when he was flustered. Lisa grabbed his shoulder and smiled warmly.
"Seriously though, I appreciate the compliment. It was just really... demoralizing to be told that. A woman told me that. I was told I'd end up being typecast as either the fat one or the hot one. I don't plan on doing topless scenes or being the laughing stock in some shitty high school drama."
"Those people suck. I'm... I'm glad you're back home, Lisa. I missed you."
"I missed you too, baby brother." Lisa gave her brother another hug.
"Baby? I'm an adult."
"Oh please. You turned eighteen like two weeks ago." Lisa said, holding onto the hug.
"It was in January!" Scott laughed.
"This is nice," Lisa said, feeling the warmth of their combined bodies. The siblings held each other in the middle of the living room for about two minutes, listening to each other's breathing and feeling each other's hands on their skin. When they finally broke the hug, Lisa kissed her brother on the cheek.
"Love you," Lisa said before grabbing her things and making her way up to her old room.
Scott brushed his fingers over his cheek. If his sister's kiss was only a few inches to the right... he shook those nasty thoughts out of his mind before making his way to his room. When he sat in his bed, his cock was rock hard. He opened his laptop, went on his favorite porn site, and looked for big-breasted redheads with gorgeous smiles. Of course, he found thousands of videos but they didn't scratch that itch. They couldn't.
*
In the early morning of February 11th, Scott and Lisa's parents came downstairs with silly smiles on their faces. Lisa and Scott sat on the couch, watching some soap operas on TV and not really paying attention.
"Alright kids," Their dad started.
"We're going on a little vacation. Scott you already know, but Lisa while we're gone you're in charge of the house, got it?" Their mom said.
"Got it." Lisa gave a thumbs up.
"No parties. No breaking things. We're going to be gone for a week. We'll be back next Sunday." Their dad said.
"Why are you guys going on vacation?" Lisa asked. Scott rolled his eyes.
"A little Valentine's week getaway to the bahamas..." Their dad said while snaking his arm around their mother's waist.
"Yuck." Lisa said, sticking her tongue out.
"Come on, don't be like that. Bring it in." Their dad said. Both siblings got off the couch and the family piled together for a group hug.
"Be good. Call us if you need anything!" Their dad said on the way out the door.
"Bye!" Lisa and Scott waved. They watched their parents pull out of the driveway before returning to the couch.
"Valentine's week... bunch a bullshit." Lisa said.
"You don't like Valentine's Day?" Scott asked.
"Nope. It's a soulless holiday that promotes poisonous little chocolate and candies full of shit not meant for human consumption and obnoxious acts that result in the rich getting richer and the lonely feeling like shit. Everyone has turned it into this end all be all. Like if someone doesn't go all out on Valentine's Day then they don't really love you even if you've been with that person since you moved to Cali. Even if you don't have the money to buy his favorite things on that one day despite being there every other day of the fucking year. Stupid, vapid pieces of shit they are. All of them." Lisa huffed, her anger and resentment rising to the surface.
"Um... Sorry that happened to you." Scott said.
"It's fine. I didn't mean to curse. What about you? You got any plans?" Lisa asked, cooling down.
"No." Scott answered quickly.
"Really? There's not a single girl you have your eyes on?"
"Well," Scott was actually smitten with a girl in his class. She was smart and quiet like him, but he never really got the chance to speak with her alone. "There's this one girl. I've wanted to talk to her but, well... she's always with her friend group."
"What's her name?"
"Eliza. She's a dancer."
"That's a nice name. You should ask her to be your Valentine."
"I'm not twelve. You don't ask someone to be your Valentine."
