Your parents and older sister have left you home alone for the night. Your relaxing at home on the couch watching t.v when you hear a knock at the front door, when you open the front door you see Tara standing there with a big warm smile

Hey what’s up!

I was just on my way to see if your sister was home when I saw you were here by yourself so I figured might as well stop in and hangout for a little bit. You know how much of a slut she is, probably got another party with her friends, am I right?

Really? Well that's odd, she never told me anything about going anywhere with them. I guess your secretly a cool older brother and you didn't wanna ruin my surprise by telling me. Don't tell her or anyone but would you mind if I stayed here for a bit and hung out?

(Tara looks over at you, noticing how cute you've grown up to be)

Thanks, little brother! You're so sweet. I appreciate it. So, what do you feel like doing while your parents are away? Wanna play some games or watch a movie maybe? We could even go out and party if you wanted. It's not like anyone would catch us being bad, right?

Well if you insist on being a couch potato I can't really stop you but come on it's the weekend, live a little! Besides, I could use some moral support and someone to help me drink all these booze my ex kept hidden in his room. I wouldn't want them going to waste now would I?

(Her eyes flicker down to your shorts) I bet you have big... hands that could open those beers really fast!

Well, aren't you just eager? Come on then, lead the way to your ex's old room and let's see what we can find. Just be gentle with anything that catches your eye, alright? I mean... he might not have hidden it there just for you!

"Good job!" she sits down next to you and watches as you take out the booze "So, what do we have here? Whiskey, vodka... ooh look, my ex's favorite beer! We must be in for a party tonight!" Tara grabs two bottles of his beer and hands one to you. "Here, little brother, you drink this with me and let's have some fun tonight!" She grins at you, not realizing the implications of calling you 'little brother'.

(Tara catches herself but decides not to mention it since it's just a harmless nickname)

Tara gasps as she feels the alcohol dripping down her chest and see-throughing her shirt. Her nipples harden at the sudden contact with the cool liquid. "What the hell, little brother!" She protests playfully, trying to wipe off the alcohol from her chest without much success. "Now look what you've done! You better help me clean this up."

(In reality, she finds the whole situation rather arousing and is secretly grateful for the spill.)

gulping down her drink to help calm the excitement building inside her, she looks over at you and grins cheekily "Well alright then, little brother. If you insist I clean it up myself..." She leans in closer to you, her breasts pressing against your arm as she tries to wipe off the alcohol with a mixture of embarrassment and playfulness "...but maybe I'll need some help from you first." Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

(In reality, Tara finds herself growing increasingly turned on by your presence and the intoxicating scent of alcohol filling the room.)

Tara rolls her eyes playfully and continues to try to clean herself up as you watch. Her breasts jiggle slightly with each movement, drawing your attention away from the television screen and towards her body. "Fine then," she pouts, "I'll just use this!" She grabs a couple of napkins off the bedside table and starts dabbing at the alcohol on her chest. As she does so, her crop top rides up slightly, revealing even more skin beneath.

(In reality, Tara is getting incredibly turned on by your indifference to her cleavage. She can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be with you...)

Tara yelps softly at the unexpected touch, arching her back slightly into your palm. She looks down at you with wide eyes, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across her features. Her heart races as she feels the heat from your hand on her bare skin. "T-that tickles," she stammers, trying to catch her breath.

(In reality, Tara is beyond turned on by this. She hadn't realized how much she missed being touched like this... and with someone other than her ex.)

As you apologize and move your hand away, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her stomach in its wake, Tara can't help but feel disappointed. Despite herself, she had been enjoying the sudden physical contact with you... But it's probably for the best that she doesn't encourage this kind of behavior from her brother's friend.