Chapter 6

Glancing over at her brother as he made his way over to the living room couch Eliza put her magazine to the side and getting up off the couch just as Thea and her brother sat down, Liz made her way to the kitchen unable to keep her snickering under control. ‘He is such an idiot.’ She thought as she opened the fridge, her amusement partially falling away as she looked inside. “Huh. Looks like Dad forgot to go to the store before he left. I gotta head out for a little while so we have food to eat.” Liz revealed.

Leaning over the couch from her seated position Theadora called out to her friend. “Oh, that’s no worries, we won’t be long, I can come help” she offered.

Walking back into the living room with a shake of her head Liz looked between the two on the couch. “Actually, would you mind sticking around here while I go out, and wrangling Zeek for me? Dad says I’m not allowed to let him leave the house alone, and I bet he’s so afraid that somebody would recognise him outside that we’d need a crowbar to get him out the door anyway.”

Zeek glowered at his sister for those comments, even if they were accurate.

“A chance to spend some quality time with my little Zeeky? Of course! Take as much time as you need.”

The hormone controlled nineteen year old could not believe what he was hearing; never in a million years beyond his nighttime fantasies did he imagine Thea wanting to be alone with him. This was just too good to be true. The only thing that had changed with him was the hair. ‘Does she like guys with long hair?’ he asked himself wishing he knew this before so he could have grown it out.

“Awesome. Well I’ll head off now, then.” Liz rolled her eyes before grabbing her car keys. “Now you be good for your babysitter baby brother! she laughed happily. Eliza’s laugh was the type that others could call contagious, but to Zeek it sounded like a witch cackling, something full of evil.

Once the front door was shut, Thea consoled her sister’s brother. “Just ignore her; you know how she can be a bit much. Come on and sit next to me on the couch.” She patted the seat right next to her, encouraging him to scoot closer, a salacious smile on her face. Zeek practically leaped to sit so close to her and when he did he was rewarded with Thea softly stroking his hair, rubbing her fingers over the golden strands.

“Wow, this really is a good quality wig isn’t it. You know, it might seem like a punishment, but I think this is really a blessing in disguise.” Thea spoke softly, hiding the true malice behind her words.

“Yeah?” Zeek felt his mouth going dry.

Theadora was Liz’s bestie; there was no way that she wouldn’t call her for comfort and tell her everything that had gone down with her despicable little brother. Thea had always thought that Zeek was a pest; she only pretended to be nice to him in order to tease him and keep him on a tight leash for her and Liz’s jollies, maybe not the nicest thing to do, but it kept him civil and on better behavior when she was around. Now, after what he had done to his sister? Just having to look after a wig for a while wasn’t nearly enough punishment far as she was concerned. That macho ego of his needed to take a much harder beating.

“You know I heard that Liz made you shave yourself all over”.A manicured hand made its way to Zeek’s knee, stroking it and the calf below. “Do you mind?” Thea asked, pretending to care about his consent.

The touch, the caress had the young man stammering. “N-no, n-not at all!”.

Thea let loose a flirtatious giggle, keeping her hand on his leg. “I just love the way soft, shaved skin feels, don’t you?”

He didn’t even think about how the leg she was touching was hairless and smooth thanks to the lotion he had been rubbing into it, but it felt good to the teen that had no luck with girls up to this point in his life. “Y-yeah, totally!”.

Thea sat back up and pointed at Zeek’s torso, before leaning in and putting her hand under the shirt to touch his stomach. “Mmm, I like that, take off your shirt.”

“Huh? Y-yeah, of course!” Zeek lifted up his top, showing his slender stomach, goosebumps prickling his skin from the most intimate experience he had ever been part of.

“No, silly, take it off.” Theadora laughed happily, truly amused at his lack of understanding and nervousness.

Thea didn’t have to ask twice, Zeek whipping off his tank top, tossing it across the room, hearing another giggled from his crush as he did so.

Slowly and delicately, Thea’s graceful touch made its way across Zeek’s stomach, stroking it’s way up to his chest and then back down, letting her manicured nailed lightly drag across his smooth sin. “Wow, you smell so nice too.” Thea leaned in closer, taking a deep breath. “Did you put on lotion?”.

“Ahh..Yeah.” Zeek answered, his heart beating faster as she leaned in closer, her ample clevage on display in her shirt as she did. “Liz made me do it. Strawberries and Cream.”

“Mmm.” Thea’s hand drifted back up on his chest as she leaned in even closer so that her mouth was right next to his neck as she took in another breath. “Well you should put it on every day. I can’t get over how soft your skin is and how pretty your hair is. Do you know what would look good on you?”

Feeling her touch, literally able to feel her breath on his neck as she spoke practically had Zeek hypnotized. “What?” he responded dreamily.

“Pig tails!” Thea stayed in close this time grabbing his thin biceps in both her hands, holding it close to her chest so it pressed into her bosom.

“Pig tails? Ar…are you sure?” The love struck teen asked with only slight hesitation.

“Uh-huh.” Thea nodded as she wiggled slightly while continuing to hold his arm. “Just let me put your hair in them. For me? Please?” Thea pleaded, already knowing he would do anything for her at that moment. .

“I-I guess it c-can’t hurt.”

“Amazing! Let me just go grab some hair bobbles from your sister’s room.”

Zeek sat on the couch, eagerly waiting for Thea's return, he was in a partial daze and really feeling her absence after being so touchy feely. Sure she was being a bit weird, but this was the first time they had been alone together and if this was going where he thought it was going, it would all be worth it in the end. When the beauty sat back down next to him, she came with a small zip up bag, some hair bobbles and a brush.

“Turn around for me”, Thea ordered, making a spinning motion with her index finger. Soon as he did Thea scooching in close behind him till they were practically spooning. Like a girl with a doll or a mother with her child, Thea brushed Zeek’s hair, cooing, “It really is very pretty hair. I’m jealous. You’re going to look amazing in pigtails.”

Hair sufficiently smooth, Thea parted it in twine and fed a section through the red hair bobble, tying it around the bottom of his ear, and doing the same for the rest, leaving a fringe parting to frame his face.

“Oh my God, you look amazing!” she squealed before unzipping the little bag and pulling out a compact mirror. Snapping open she handed him the small makeup mirror. “Look, look Zeeky! I could just…” Her words trailed off as she purposely looked him in the eye as she bit her bottom lip.

His heart hammered in his chest as he thought about what the look meant, blood left his head and moved to his lower regions. “I guess it really is something…” Zeek replied, hardly glancing at himself in the make up mirror he had been handed. The image would have been enough to crack most boys' manly egos, but Zeek’s attention was elsewhere and he had none to pay remaining to really see how girlish a style loose pigtails were.

“You look so pretty, but you know what? I think you can look prettier. Do you want to look prettier for me?”

“Ahh, for you?”

“Mmm hmm, I’m going to give you a little makeover.” Thea nodded as she spoke getting him to unconsciously do the same.

“A makeover?! Like, makeup and stuff?”

“Aw, c’mon, pretty please? You’ll look suuuper hot!” Thea emphasized the t in the word, practically biting the air as she leaned into Zeek, and placed a hand his knee, sliding it up so that her hand pushed up his shorts so that she could leave her palm on his upper thigh. “Don’t you want…” she **** out the word, letting the sentence hang and for his mind to imagine what she would say next. With her other hand she gently grabbed the aroused boys chin so that he looked her in the face, them inches apart.

“Don’t you think my makeup makes me look nice?”

“I mean, y-yeah but-“.

Thea was stroking his thigh. Her eyes were half-lidded, her chest heaving and drawing attention to itself even if he couldn’t move his head to get a perfect view. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

Feeling his erection pressing against his boxers, leaving a tent in his shorts, Zeek could feel his breathing coming heavy, fully captivated by the young woman. “Yes! You are beautiful!” He said a bit too eager.

“You know, I really like pretty people… Pretty girls and pretty bois… They’re exactly my type. Do you want to be my type?” While she knew the effect she was having on her best friend’s brother intellectually, it was flattering and a bit alluring to see the physical reaction.

Zeek gulped at the intrusive, erotic thought of Thea with another, equally attractive woman. He closed his legs together to hide his hardening erection, able to see her breasts much clearer when she let go of his chin.

“Liz won’t be back for a while; she’d never have to know. It’d be our… little.. Secret.” Thea pushed, not realizing that she had already pushed the boy to the point he would do anything for her. Thea’s slender fingers travelled up Zeek’s chest and to his face, her lips close to his. There was no way he could turn her down now. “Tell me you want me to make you pretty.”

“O-okay… Thea, please make me pretty.”

“Fabulous!”.Thea quickly withdrew from Zeek’s personal space and clapped her hands lightly a few times in celebration before she grabbed the bag she had brought down with her. Plopping it down on the coffee table. Taking a few deep breaths she focused internally, needing to come down from the sense of her power over him and the spark of excitement she felt from it.

When thinking with one’s dick, it’s amazing what a person can weather. If it had been his sister, or anybody else he didn’t want to have carnal relations with putting his face on, Zeek would be squirming about like a worm on a hook. But for Thea, he was completely still, as she plied him with all manner of products. It was like the stories of women at sea, sirens, calling out to sailors and luring them to their ****. Ezekiel knew he didn’t want to wear makeup, but Thea wanted him to and the way she spoke it seemed like he would be getting a very manly reward for endearing a small girlish trial.

His nose reviled at the acrid smell of the foundation, concealer, eyeshadow and liner, highlighter and contour, mascara and lip gloss. When his eyes were closed, he could have sworn Thea was on her phone, texting, but when he tried to look, she reprimanded, “Ah-ah-ah, keep those peepers closed, Zeeky”, so he couldn’t be sure.