Brandon leaves, but not completely

Madison ground herself into Zack's lap. A swooping flip of her hair, her best sexy smile, and an outward thrust of her chest made Zack wonder if he suddenly appeared in a porn movie of his life.

"Zack," she purred. His hands found those glorious breasts again, and she arched backward. "Oh fuck Zack, taste them again, please!"

Far be it for him to refuse a lady. The recent altercation with Brandon became quickly obscured by his sister's wonderful, beautiful orbs. She crammed his head to her chest and rattled a lengthy groan in her throat.

Her panty-clad pussy edged to his complementary organ. It twitched on contact. Close... she mentally intoned. *So... so close..."

Brandon tried to ignore his sister's vocal disregard for his commentary as he left, distracting him enough that the sudden tug on his arm thrw him off balance. He landed with a mighty thud into the kitchen, and began to curse, but a sharp "Shh!" silenced him. He saw Lisa's finger over her pursed and irritated lips.

Brandon knew the gist of her thoughts from her expression, and gave a sympathetic scowl. Lisa cocked her head to the bartop window, and they raised themselves on their knees. Brandon had to stoop slightly so that he was on the same level as Lisa, lest his sister notice her brother doing something she never would've dreamed of.

"I heard you shouting from outside," Lisa whispered. "What do we do?"

"Whaddya mean, Lise? She's made her choice, nothing I can do about it."

"Come off it, Bran. You know how this is gonna play out, and I certainly do. We have to decide here and now, do we try and make sure they stay together, or do we encourage them not to?"

Brandon grumbled as quietly as he could. "If Madison wants to get hurt, it's her own fault! I'm not interested in being my sister's keeper!"

"You don't mean that." Lisa eyed him with a gaze that would turn men to salt, and Brandon did feel very salty for what he just said.

"No... no I don't. But she isn't just my sister anymore. I can't bail her out if she makes a mistake like I used to."

"And she's not asking for that. She needs support, but, again what kind she we give?"

To keep Zack on the straight and narrow, Brandon thought, or to gently push my sister away. Brandon's head ached. This was supposed to be spring break, not guidance counseling.