Brother's Keeper
Molly sat at her vanity putting hair clips into her brunette hair. She was pushing her hair back and clipping it when she heard light footsteps coming by her room. She checked the reflection to see her brother Ryan walking to his room next door.
"Hey big brother," she said seductively as she spun in her seat, her legs crossed and her hands on her knees. Ryan stared daggers at her before touching his door.
"Honestly sis, have you no shame?" he scolded as he looked at her. She wore nothing but a tank top barely big enough to cover her large supple breasts; her thong tugging tight against her body. Molly always felt rebelious and dressed an acted her own way; so to him she offered a wink.
"Come on bro, you know you wish you could have a piece of this," she said with a light moan as she squished her breasts together. She licked her finger playfully and ran it through her clevage. Ryan rolled his eyes and walked into his room, giving the door an audible slam.
Molly sighed gently as she watched him walk away. She was a simple senior in high school, varsity swimmer, cheer leader, honors all four years. She was more rebelious and free thinking ever since her and her brother left home; the agony of arguing step parents about raising them right. She shuddered at the memories and finished combing the rest of her blonde high-lighted hair.
Another interesting about Molly was her and men. She had the ultimate body that every guy wanted in their arms. Her perfectly shaped hourglass figure, large bouncy breasts, and flawless fur made her the envy of even the most popular girls. She hated most of the guys in her school though, most of them were jerks who treated women like objects than individuals. Her love she kept for one person: her brother.
She slid her tight jean shorts over her hips and put on her favorite shade of sky blue eye shadow. She left her room and listened in on her brother. All she could hear was the stretching of sport tape and his theme song-Indestructible by Disturbed-blaring on his stereo. She knocked and walked in.
Ryan was on his bed strapping tape onto his lacross stick. He had made varsity by sophomore year and became captain his last year. Leading an unbeaten team for three year brought him to a serious outlook on life, thus toning him into a man at a young age. He had a solid built core and a body toned to match. His bright green eyes and his sandy brown hair made all the girls drop with a sigh. He was more worried about his less than desireable grades and sports to worry about women at this point, but took care of his sister as if she were a daughter.
"Can I help you?" he asked loudly, the audio level high enough to shake his trophies. Molly looked plainly at him and paused his music. She sat down beside him and nuzzled up to him. She loved being close to her brother, the more she touched the better.
"You can," she replied running her hand along his leg close to his groin. "Can you take me to the lacross game tomorrow? My car wont start and no one wants to give me a ride. I wanna watch you play, your my favorite player."
Ryan picked her hand up and placed it on the bed. He did not know whether she was serious about the way she acted, or if it was a game she played to annoy him. Though they were the same age, she acted more like a child than anything.
"There is a chance I can, hopefully my car wont shit out in the heat tomorrow. Now do me a favor and stop groping me like I'm your boy toy?" he said and bit the end of the tape.
Molly pouted and rubbed her hands along his chest and shoulders, her breasts against his back so the straps fell from her braless body. She licked his ear playfully and whispered.
"What if you were my boy toy? Wouldnt you like it? Having hot, steamy sex with your hot sister?" she asked wit ha light sigh as she rubbed herself gently. She was really horny now and wanted him to do so many things to her.
Ryan was in no mood for her behavior. He flung her arms from her and got up, his stick clicking on the ground.
"Dammit Molly why?!" he shouted over the air conditioner, "why do you have to piss me off like this? you know how gross I think that is and you KNOW I am not interested in any women at this point. I want to finish my high school career and worry about all that later. Now if you excuse me, I have to finish preping my gear. Go find something to do."
As Ryan turned his music on, Molly watched him until he pointed to the door. She got up and headed downstairs to watch TV. She sat on the couch figiting for the clicker to change the channel. She knew Ryan had no possible way of hearing anything and took advantage of the moment. She lay along the couch and rubbed her fingers against her slit gently, her tongue lapped about her lips gently. She sighed softly as she felt herself get wetter than when she was with Ryan.
She slid her tank top down and groped her breasts to get herself hornier. She gasped sharply as she penetrated her womanhood and ran her fingers deep; her back arching with each push. The thought of her brother's body fueled her lust as she mumbled his name to herself.
"mm..Ryan...Ry..I...an" she moaned as she worked her fingers deep into her narrow slit. Sweat ran from her body from the harsh summer heat; the atmosphere appropriately matching her body. Her breathing was sharp as she worked her fingers harder. She called out her brothers name with a loud moan as she climaxed; the wetness leaking straight through to her jean shorts. She panted and slid her tank top back up and licked her fingers gently; she enjoyed how sweet she tasted.
'Oh Ryan, if only you knew how much I love you,' she thought as she looked hazily at the TV. The heat finally got to be too much and she fell asleep on the couch.