(Obviously you can see this is not finished. If you have any ideas about it, let me know. The stuff in (parenthesis) are just notes. They're Italian, just so you know. I hope you aren't too shocked by the context. >.o She's thought of her brothers 'that' way too, for years, but always thought it wrong -which it is- so she really just needed someone to take the initiative. It's still forced, but... *shrug* Hope you enjoy.)
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Dante Scablio was horny as a porcupine. His girlfriend Tracy had just dumped him because she claimed he was an insensitive jerk who cared more about his video games than he did her. What the hell did she know, he thought savagely, tugging off his Pizza Hut apron and throwing it into the closet. He talked to her on the phone all the time and went out to dinner with her at least once a week. He'd bought her things, taken her to places, fucked her until she was numb and begging him "no more!" And now, after six months, she had called up and out of the blue said, "Dante, I'm sorry, but this isn't working out. I just don't think you can provide me with what I need." He'd asked what the hell that was? At his annoyed tone, she'd gotten annoyed too -it had never taken much to set her off, and they'd often had some of their most intense sex while she was raging at him. But, in a bitchy little voice, she said, "You pay more attention to the little people in your video games than you do to me. And I want a man who is devoted to me, not his computer." He'd told her to go fuck herself, and hung up. And now he was horny and had no one to empty his frustrations into.
Then he glanced out the livingroom window on his way to the bathroom, and caught site of his sister washing the van. She was wearing her new bathingsuit and was singing as she sprayed the hose all over the vehicle. He paused and watched. She tossed the hose down, bent and extracted the rag from a bucket of hot, soapy water, and heaved it at the van. It hit with a liquid slap and stuck. Then she did a booty-shake and grabbed the rag and began to rub the side of the van vigorously. He watched her stretch her body up to get as much of the top as she could. She stood on one foot and reached under the camping rack, stretching, stretching, all the while her hips wiggling to some inner music. Her long legs gleamed, thick with muscle and a little fat. The muscles in her arms bunched as she scrubbed and scrubbed. Then she tossed the rag back into the bucket and picked up the house again. When she bent and her ass thrust into the air, sweat sprang to his palms. She held her thumb over the mouth of the hose so the spray arched in a wide swath and washed off the soap and dirt loosened from her ministrations. Then she wet the rear of the vehicle and washed that too. He turned away as she pressed herself up against the back, again reaching as far onto the top of the van as she could, her breasts mashed into the metal.
He'd always loved her tits. She'd gotten them pretty young, and pretty quickly too, and since she was 13 she'd been a full, perky D cup. By 14 her hips had widened and her ass had filled to a nice round shape that jiggled slightly when she moved. She'd always been lusty, but never sexual. It amazed him that a woman who looked like she did wasn't beating off the men with sticks. She wasn't beautiful, and not even conventionally pretty, but she was attractive in her own way. Her nose was a bit too wide, and she had gaps between her front teeth. But her eyes were such a clear shade of blue, and so wide, that when she cried they glistened and shone and turned mens knees to water. Her skin was porcelin, her hair deep red, and freckles covered her entire body. And her body... Oh god, her body was a wet dream, and her voice was arousingly husky. She also had a laugh that could turn a man's dick from limp to rock-hard in a nano second. But he knew she had no real idea how damn desirable she was.
She lived with her nose in books and spent hours with her camera, wandering around town and into the woods and snapping hundreds of pictures. All her money went towards getting the film developed, and buying more film, and she said she was making a portfolio to show some people when she was ready to strike out on her own.
He knew she never dated, though he knew she wasn't a virgin. There had been one guy friend, when she was a Junior in High School, who she had finally done the deed with. He'd known because her, his older brother, and himself had all gone to the same school, and an old buddy of his had said her guy friend had bragged about how tireless she was. He said once he got his dick in her tight hole -she'd cried like a wimp the first time- he'd fucked her all night long, and she had come back for more. They 'dated' until they graduated, and then he moved away to college. And as far as he knew, she hadn't dated since.
That had been three years earlier, and Dante wondered if she ever missed the sex.
He knew he would, now that his girlfriend had dumped him. Bitch.
He held his dick languidly while he pissed, thinking of his sister pressed against the van, her pussy getting reamed by the water hose. He'd wanted to fuck his sister for years. She never pranced around in skimpy clothing, thank god, but her casual outfits were exotic nontheless. And they hid yet displayed her figure to the best of their ability.
He flushed the toilet and gave his cock a few absent strokes before stuffing himself back in his pants and going into the kitchen. He dug in the fridge for a snack, then went to his room and turned on his computer. He'd play his MMORPG game until his brother Melchiorre came home from work, then Melchiorre would play the game and Dante would probably draw.
A few hours later Melchiorre came home. He tossed his briefcase onto the bed and said, "I'm going to take a shower, then I'm getting on the game, so say your goodbyes and start heading for a save spot. I got something important to do tonight and I don't want to be late." He pulled off his shoes and shocks, his shirt, and grabbed his towel. Then he left the room and a couple of seconds later Dante heard the bathroom door shut. Then the water turned on.
He shook his head. The house was so old, the walls were practically paper thin. The main bathroom was against one wall of their bedroom, so everytime someone took a shower, it sounded like a waterfall. Anybody in the boys room could hear whatever the person in the bathroom was doing if it was loud enough. And loud enough was a sneeze.
Dante finished with the computer, logged off, and decided to take a leisurely shit. Lord knows he had plenty of time now that his brother would be playing the game until midnight and beyond.
