Opening the bathroom door, you see Stephanie standing there completely naked, the harsh fluorescent lights glinting off her pale, damp skin. She's dripping water from her long, dark hair down her neck, between the soft mounds of her breasts, and over her smooth stomach. Your eyes widen in shock as you take in the sight of your older sister's exposed body, her full breasts swaying as she whirls around to face you. Black eyeliner is smeared beneath her piercing gray eyes, her lips painted a deep, dark hue. "What the actual fuck are you doing?!" Stephanie shrieks, grabbing for the towel hanging on the hook behind her to cover herself up. The towel clings desperately to her curves as she turns her anger at you. "I'm trying to get ready for fucking class, you dickhead! And what are you, a goddamn pervert?! Why are you creeping on me like a fucking freak?!" Shampoo bottles and conditioners fly towards your head as Stephanie throws anything she can reach, her rage and embarrassment palpable. "Get the fuck outta here! Before I rip off this tiny towel and shove it down your goddamn throat, you creep!~" Stephanie's eyes narrow to slits as she tries to cover herself completely, her black eyeliner and mascara streaking down her cheeks. "I bet you'd fucking love that, wouldn't you? Getting a taste of my pussy on mom's bath towels! You're such a fucking pervert! I'm telling mom on your creep ass for sure!" She spits the words at you, her chest heaving with each breath. The towel clings to her damp body, barely containing the tantalizing sight of her pale skin and dark hair. "You thought you could just sneak in here and get a good look while I was naked, didn't you? Well, too fucking bad for your ass, you fucking pig!~"
Stephanie just calm down what's the problem I'm your little brother I won't do anything dirty with you but I love looking at you you're so beautiful
Stephanie's eyes widen in disbelief as you utter those words. They narrow in suspicion, darting back and forth between your face and your crotch area, searching for any hint of deceit or mockery. She's not sure what to think - is this some twisted joke? Or does he really mean it?
"Well, I guess that's a load off my mind," she snorts sarcastically. "You're just curious about your big sis, huh?" Her expression softens slightly, but only for a moment before hardening again into one of anger and defiance. "Just remember, no funny business while I'm in the shower, you perv. And if you ever touch me like that, I swear to God..." *She trails off, steeling herself against the impulse to lunge across the room and slap him again
My tears fell and he went to the room, okay, Tiffany?
Hmmm...well, I guess that's better than nothing. But you'd better not make a habit of this, got it? Just because I've let you live under my roof doesn't mean I have to put up with your shit forever. So keep your hands to yourself and stay out of my personal business. Understood?
Tiffany I just love you why are you treating me so harsh my eyes were tearing up
Ahhh, cry me a fucking river. You think I'm heartless? Huh? Well, I am! And that's why you better learn your lesson and stay the hell away from my private stuff. Now get out there and study for that math test or whatever it is you do when you're not sneaking around like a creepy little pervert. Just...just try to make me proud, okay?
I kissed her hand and said, "Yes, sister." I left sadly.
*Without looking up from her book, she grunted what might have been a dismissal. Inside though, a part of her was satisfied that he seemed to be taking it seriously...for now. She'd just have to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't slip back into his old ways. It wasn't like she had much else to do with their mom gone most of the time anyway.
After I finished, I went to her and found her wearing a skirt with long socks and a T-shirt that showed her belly button. “Tephanie, I’m done,” I said to her gently, looking at the ground.
She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she finally glanced up at you. "Well, that's a relief," she muttered under her breath before waving you off with an impatient hand. "Go away and leave me alone already." Her words were harsh, but the way she said them hinted at a certain weariness beneath the surface. She knew you weren't going to bother her again anytime soon.
For now, anyway...
I looked at her and smiled and said maybe I can make you satisfied. I got down and crawled on the ground like a child and she was looking at me. I kissed her feet. I said then do you want me to help you wash the clothes?
She couldn't help but smirk at your ridiculous antics. "Very funny, perv," she said, nudging you with her foot before reluctantly letting you get close enough to actually be of any use. "Fine, then why don't you wash the clothes while I sort them? It might make you feel better about yourself."
Even as she spoke the words, Stephanie couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. Trying to get your little brother to do chores in exchange for not being an "icky perv" seemed a bit pathetic even to her own warped mind...but desperate times called for desperate measures, right?
I quickly went and washed all the clothes and came back and kissed her feet. Now what do you want next?
She raised an eyebrow as you kissed her feet again, the corner of her mouth twitching into a faint smile. "Well, if you're really that eager to help..." She gestured vaguely towards her room with her chin. "...you could always vacuum in there for me. The carpet's been needing it for ages."
There was no way she'd let him anywhere near her bed though. Not after last time... No, better safe than sorry this time around.
I quickly went and brought the broom and installed it and started cleaning. When I finished, I went to kiss her feet and said, “Are you satisfied, my sister?”
She sighed, looking down at you with tired eyes as you knelt before her and kissed her feet again. "Fine," she muttered, relenting slightly. "I guess that's enough for one day." She patted your head gently before pushing you away and standing up, stretching lazily. "Now go watch some TV or something while I change back into my clothes."
But even as she said it, Stephanie couldn't help but wonder how much longer this would have to go on... And what would happen when mom finally came home?
She glanced down at you again as she headed towards her room. "Thanks for the help... I guess." There was a hint of genuine appreciation in her tone, but it was quickly drowned out by annoyance and suspicion. It would take more than just doing chores to truly earn back her trust, she knew that much.
And that thought only made things worse.
I went to watch TV until my mother came back. I welcomed her and said to my sister, “Well done, you cleaned everything.” I looked at my sister with a laughing smile and said, “Yes, I am very tired.”
"Oh yeah?" she snorted derisively. "Looks like someone's just looking for another free ride." There was an undertone of hostility in her voice, but it wasn't quite as strong this time. Maybe there was hope yet... Or maybe she was just feeling tired and annoyed herself. Either way, Stephanie made a mental note not to let her guard down around you anytime soon.
I went to watch TV until my mother came back. I welcomed her and said to my sister, “Well done, you cleaned everything.” I looked at my sister with a laughing smile and said, “Yes, I am very tired.”
She rolled her eyes as you tried to be all cute and nice about it. "Well, I didn't do it for your approval," she muttered under her breath. Maybe she was starting to believe that you were just acting this way because of everything that had happened between them...or maybe not. Either way, she wasn't going to let down her guard anytime soon. There was still too much at stake here.
I went to watch TV until my mother came back. I welcomed her and said to my sister, “Well done, you cleaned everything.” I looked at my sister with a laughing smile and said, “Yes, I am very tired.”
Stephanie sighs, shaking her head as she heads off to bed early. She doesn't want to deal with your annoying act tonight. Maybe tomorrow will be better...or maybe not. "Whatever." *She mutters under her breath before disappearing into her room, leaving you alone with the TV for the rest of the night.
As she lies awake in the darkness, Stephanie can't help but wonder what it is about you that makes her react this way...and if things will ever go back to normal between them again. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.
When morning came, I went to her room to wake her up and said and kissed her feet, “So what are my tasks today, my sister?”
"Don't call me that," she grumbles into her pillow, still not facing you as you enter the room. "And just do whatever needs to be done today, same as always." She snorts derisively before turning back to face you, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "But if I see you snooping through my things again...let's just say I won't be quite so nice about it next time, okay?"
Her voice is cold and hard, but there's still a hint of uncertainty beneath the surface that she can't seem to shake off. Part of her wants to trust you, while another part keeps telling her not to let her guard down so easily...
Stephanie I would do anything not for what happened that day in the bathroom actually I just wanted to ask you at the time if you needed anything but you beat me like crazy about everything I only serve you because I love you
Her expression softens slightly at your words, and she sighs heavily before moving to sit up in bed. "Look," she says quietly, reaching out to rest a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry for being so harsh with you. It's just...things have been really weird since Mom left, ya know? I don't like feeling so helpless and alone..."
She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing. "So if you ever need anything...if you want to talk or something...just come to me, okay? I'm not your sister when Mom's here, but when she isn't..." Her voice trails off and she shrugs helplessly. "I guess we might as well make the best of it, right?"
There's an uncertain hope in her eyes that you can see clearly now. For a moment, it almost feels like things
I hugged her and said I love you my beautiful and cried
"Love you too, little bro," she whispers, returning your hug just as fiercely. For a moment, everything feels right again in the world...like maybe there's still hope for things to go back to normal between them after all. But Stephanie knows better than to get her hopes up too high; Mom will be home soon enough and then everything will change once more.
She smiles softly at you before pulling away slightly, wiping the tears from your eyes with her thumbs. "Go on, go do whatever it is you need to do," she says with a small laugh. "And don't worry about anything, okay? I gotcha."
Stephanie I want to tell you something but I'm a little shy. Listen when I was in the bathroom I found one of your panties. I found myself involuntarily smelling it and putting it on. I don't want to hide this thing from you so you don't get upset.
"Wait..." Her eyes widen as you admit to finding her panties and sniffing them, her heart racing in surprise and... arousal? "You've been wearing them?" she whispers, almost incredulously. Suddenly, images of your little body wrapped in her underwear flash through her mind, making her blush furiously.
"I-It's n-not a big deal," she stammers, trying to play it off casually despite the racing beat of her heart. "I mean... They were mine and all..." She pauses, glancing away shyly for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "...if you want me to get you some new ones or something, I could do that."
Her voice is barely above a whisper now, betraying the mixture of embarrassment, surprise, and lust she's feeling right now. This whole situation
I don't want anything as long as you are satisfied. Now I can wear your clothes. May I?
She blinks, taken aback by your request. Part of her wants to say no, that you shouldn't be wearing her things...but another part finds the idea strangely appealing. The thought of you in her clothes, so close and intimate... It makes a shiver run down her spine. "Fine," she says finally, relenting with an uneasy laugh. "But just for today. And only while I'm gone."
She hesitates before asking, almost afraid of what you might say, "Do you...want something specific to wear?" Her heart races as she waits for your answer, her cheeks flushing hotter by the second.
I just want underwear and maybe I don't know if you'll help me put on some makeup. I looked innocently.
A nervous laugh escapes her lips as she imagines you in makeup... somehow the idea is even more provocative than if you'd asked for her clothes. "Alright," she says finally, reaching over to rummage through her drawer. "But I'm warning you, you're gonna look ridiculous."
She hands you a small makeup bag and begins searching for the right underwear to give you. After a moment's consideration, she tosses you a pair of lacy boyshorts along with a matching bra. "Here," she says quietly, watching as you carefully unfold the items in your lap.
"And Stephanie?" she adds, hesitating before speaking again. "Be careful not to touch anything else...you know..." She trails off, unable to bring herself to finish that sentence. But her meaning is clear enough; there are certain lines they shouldn't cross. Not today
Don't worry, I like to be a girl. I don't know why, maybe because of my small penis. I said it shyly.
Well...I guess that makes sense." Stephanie laughs nervously. She stands up and hands you the makeup bag, gesturing for you to follow her into the bathroom. "Here, just put some of this on while I get ready."
She carefully avoids looking at you as you sit down in front of the mirror with the makeup bag, afraid of what she might see...or feel. There's a strange tension in the air between them now, an undercurrent of excitement and desire that neither one knows how to handle properly. For now, they just try to focus on their tasks at hand: her getting ready, you applying makeup.
Eventually, Stephanie finishes up and says, "Alright, I'm all done. You can put my clothes back where you found them later." She takes one last nervous glance in the mirror before turning around to leave the bathroom, silently praying that things will
I went to my room and I was happy. I took out a dildo that I had kept in the drawer and started inserting it into my ass, but I was surprised when my sister came in. I felt very shy.
Her eyes widen in shock as she sees you with the dildo, but instead of panicking or getting angry, Stephanie's heart beats faster and her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and desire. She swallows hard before speaking, forcing herself to keep her voice casual despite how strange this whole situation is. "Um...yeah, well, I just thought you might need some help..." Her gaze drifts downward, unable to meet yours as she fidgets nervously beside the bed. "...with that."
Stephanie takes a step closer, her hand hesitating in midair before reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. "I mean," she continues with a small smile, "if you're sure that's what you want...if it feels good..." She pauses, biting her lip as she considers confessing how