Brandon's Decision

Rarely had Brandon woken to a better sight. That bare naked ass pushed out as the girl bent over to rummage through her suitcase, sticking out just below the helm of her oversized t-shirt as it rode up her back. Only one better sight came to mind, and that was witnessing his little sister shaking him awake by bouncing on his cock one morning as they camped in the park. But, as he tried to move past that, to be practical and pragmatic for Madison’s sake, so she might have a real life with someone she could publicly love, it was nice to remind himself that there were other hot girls out there with pretty firm, nice asses too.

At first, he assumed the ass belonged to Chloe. This was her room and that was her suitcase, and maybe, thinking that he was asleep she hadn’t bothered to cover herself while she got dressed. But something about that ass just seemed off, and curiously familiar. He’d seen Chloe’s ass, albeit in panties, but it was beautifully thick and curvaceous. This ass was smaller, pert and cute, and, he noticed a tiny tuft of brown hair above her clit as his eyes dropped to her mound, poking out between her thighs. Glancing past her eyes, long brown hair fell over the girl’s face hiding it from sight, but Brandon already knew.

“Madison,” he said, sitting up, deducing that the hair was too light to be Heather’s and totally the wrong colour to belong to anyone else currently in the cabin. “What are you doing in here?”

“Looking for panties,” she explained sweetly, as if she’d been waiting for him to rise. She pivoted around, facing him with a hand on either side, a pair of panties dangling from an extended finger on each. One was a pair of green boyshorts, the other, lacy blue briefs. “What you think would look hotter? These…” she waved the lacy ones. “…look more tempting, but these…” she swung the boyshorts now. “…would probably be a better fit.”

“Madison…” he groaned as he swung his legs out from under the cover, feeling the carpet beneath his soles. “I am not going to help you pick out underwear.”

“Don’t be so uptight,” Madison chastised him as she rolled her eyes. “Brothers are supposed to help their sisters, right? So, just help me make this decision, green or blue.” She waved the panties before her again, for a moment, before she retracted him, this time holding them behind her back, her hips swaying as smile formed upon her face. “Unless…you want me to walk about without panties all day.”

“Of course not,” he grumbled as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. “But I don’t much like the idea of picking the panties you’re gonna get fucked in either.”

“Fucked?” Madison half choked. Sure, she was planning on teasing Brandon with Lee today, but where had he gotten the idea that she was gonna fuck someone…unless one of others had ratted her out. “Who said I was gonna get fucked today?”

“Are you saying it’s not true?” Brandon challenged her, looking up at her face. “That you didn’t fuck Lee last night at the club and then invite him back here for round two?”

“R-round two?” Madison was thrown for a loop again. That Lee was Brandon’s main suspect pretty much narrowed the cheerleader’s list of suspects down to one: Zack Bishop. A pity, since they were just starting to get along. But had he also lied and said Lee already fucked her. Maybe he found out about Madison’s lie, about Ashley already contemplating breaking up, and told a lie of his own to get back at her. “I-I’ll admit I invited Lee around to the Cabin, but…L-Lee and I didn’t fuck at the club.”

“That’s a lie,” Brandon accused her, as he leaned forward to grab his jeans. “And do you know how I know it’s a lie? Because I felt it. I felt you being fucked last night so intensely I came all over the bathroom. So, don’t tell me it didn’t happen.”

Madison bit her lip. Shit, she’d forgotten about their twin connection. Worse, she didn’t need to go to some elaborate plan of teasing or flirting with other men under Brandon’s nose, she could have done it anywhere and he’d have felt it. She really should have gone with Lee back to his place, knowing her brother would feel it and be jealous that he wasn’t the one giving her the orgasm, depressed that he had to live the experience of his sister being fucked by another man when he so badly wanted to be the one to do it.

So, it seemed that Shawn had inadvertently helped her after all. Brandon had felt what they’d done, so there was no need to show him the video or tell him who she’d done it with. The only problem was if she continued to deny it was Lee, Brandon might get suspicious and keep looking for the real culprit, and that would be bad. It might effectively deal with the Shawn problem, but it would also end up with her brother in jail. And she absolutely didn’t want that.

“Ok, fine, I admit it, I fucked Lee,” Madison falsely confessed, acting conciliatory. “I was trying to make you jealous. The plan was to bring him here and do it right under your nose, but I just couldn’t help myself,” she said, playing off the truth, of how the situation had very nearly played out had it not been for Zack’s interference. “But I forgot about our twin connection. Isn’t that proof enough that we’re meant for each other? No other man will ever know what I’m feeling like you do.”

“Or maybe Lee is the man you should be with,” Brandon suggested, frowning. “What I felt last night…was so vivid and powerful. Normally the sensation would come like phantoms, a swelling of anger, for instance, seemingly from nowhere that makes me inexplicably angry, but, last night, I was assaulted by a bombardment of feelings that I knew weren’t mine. I thought maybe the connection had been strengthen by the constant…uh…bonding that we did together these last few days, but maybe it wasn’t us, maybe it was him.”

Madison swallowed hard, knowing that Brandon would think differently about the matter if he knew who exactly had made her feel so good. And she couldn’t deny that Shawn was a good fuck, but that’s all he was. It had helped that Madison was needy, having been **** to go cold turkey from her brother, and riled up only moments before by Lee. But it didn’t matter to Madison how well someone fucked her, it was just sex, it was playtime. What Madison really wanted was something serious, a deeper connection…her brother.

“Hmm, I think we definitely bonded out in the woods, we bonded so good, don’t you think?” Madison sultrily suggested, swinging her hips slightly as she took a few small steps towards her brother. “We could go back there. I don’t have to be here when Lee arrives, you know. We could just to back to the camp, just you and me, and forget about this.”

“No. It’s time we returned to civilisation, back to the real world,” Brandon insisted, standing to pull on his jeans. “Besides, you’re a little too confident, I think.”

“You think Lee won’t want this?” Madison gestured to her body, from top to bottom, swaying gently as she parted her legs, emphasising the tight, pink lips in the middle.

“I think he already has,” Brandon countered, smirking as he glanced towards the rest of the cabin. “And you basically invited him to a house full of hot girls.”

“Not hotter than me,” Madison insisted irritably. “And I managed to get his attention in a night club, didn’t I?” Then, her face softened into a sexy pout again, as she added, “but if you want to help, tell which panties you think you’d…oops, I mean, that he’d…prefer.”

“Boyshorts,” he finally declared, though it was underhanded on his part. He actually thought the boyshorts were the more conservative option.

He expected her to protest, but instead she dutifully carried out her brother’s wishes, flinging the lacy panties aside, and lowered the boyshorts to her feet. She stepped inside and pulled them up her legs, pivoting around as she tugged them tight around her butt so that Brandon could see first hand how the cotton hugged her cheeks. She shifted her weight to the other side, this time so that she could admire herself in the mirror, humming happily as she saw herself.

“You know I thought the lacy panties were sexier, but these really accentuate my ass. I love how the cotton support just makes my butt look rounder and fuller,” she cooed, glancing over shoulder at Brandon, her brother’s eyes locked on her ass. “You know exactly what suits me so well. Thanks, bro.”

Brandon’s eyes were fixed on his sister’s hot, tight little body, her buttocks drawing his eyes initially, leading his gaze down her strong, slender bare legs and bringing back memories of them wrapped around his waist as her body bounced on his cock. It almost felt naughtier to be looking at her now that she was wearing panties than without, like he’d intruded upon her or something. Her body seemed to sizzle beneath his eyes, drawing energy and power from his attention and radiating it back in pure sexuality. It made him wonder if he was really doing the right thing, giving up something so good with someone so beautiful.

In the silence of the room just the two of them, Madison checking herself out in the mirror and pretending not to notice Brandon just a couple feet away openly ogling her, the rap at the front door rang out loud and clear like a war siren. And if felt just like that for Brandon; a call to the battle stations and man the guns. The enemy was approaching. That knock could be Lee, come to fuck his sister again. And Madison clearly thought so too, rushing back to the suitcase to look for more clothes.

Brandon left the room, hurrying to intercept Lee. He wasn’t going to just let his teammate take his twin sister again, not unless she started taking this seriously. It wasn’t jealousy, he told himself. It was clear that he could have Madison anytime he wanted. She wanted him to give in, but he couldn’t do that, and he couldn’t let Lee take advantage of the situation to continually plunder his sister. At the end of the day, Brandon was still her brother, and it was a brother’s job to protect their sister from men with bad intentions.

As he stepped into the living room, his heard sank to see that the door was already open, held by Ashley, the man stepping into the cabin for all to see.