Make up (your mind)

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Chapter 13

"Oh boy. I knew that would look good on you." Heather's face appears in the mirror next to me.

"Rose babe, you should wear that more often." I've always wanted to try smokey eyes and my best friend is kind enough to lend me her makeup kit.

We stand together in front of the wall mirror in her bathroom, leaning forward and making funny faces as we get ready for the evening.

"You think?" I ask without looking at her, stepping back a little and examining my reflection.

"Of course honey." Heather steps next to me and snuggles up to me. "Smokey eyes, along with the glasses. Oh! Wait!" She quickly hops around the bathroom, rummages in a basket and takes out a freshly washed blouse while ignoring me saying that I simply need the glasses. "Here. Try this." I don't mind undressing in front of Heather. She's my age and somehow always in a good mood. That, along with the dark eyes that are in the family, and every time I'm with her it's like I'm on holiday from that horrible family of mine.

"Oh you're riiight..." I squeal and circle in front of the mirror. You can see my black bra under the fabric but that doesn't bother me. Time with Heather is party time.

"Girl you look to die for" she praises me and puts her hands on my shoulders. "So cute. Here. Let's take a photo." Heather knows how to cheer me up, something she has to do every time I'm with her. My life is so shit. Okay, not quite at the moment but I'm only 20 and I still feel the two nights on the floor in my bones. The two nights with Finn... "And now one for you alone" laughs Heather and dances away from me while I pick up her phone. Of course she has a better, more expensive one with a better camera. I take the photo. "What? No!" She seems almost insulted. "Do something crazy! Smile!" Normally, I find it easy to let go with Heather. She's perfect at making me loose and relaxed and bringing out my wild side that I always have to hide in my family. Just like Finn... "Urrrgh. No. Wait..." Heather gets me in position and there's a watertight method to make me laugh every time.

"No! You bitch!" But it doesn't help. When Heather puts her fingers on my breasts, I flinch at first, then burst into wild giggles. I have no idea what it is, but whenever someone other than myself touches my chest, I can't do anything but giggle loudly. We're girls and one night a few years ago Heather found out. She already had a boyfriend at the time and I was supposed to touch her to test how it would feel. Then she did it to me and since then she knows how to cheer me up.

"That's better," laughs Heather, her dark, deep eyes shining and her nose wrinkled in a funny way. Boys like that, she told me, and I can understand why. "Now take the goddamn photo. Go on! You'll feel better after that." I follow her instructions, stand in front of the mirror, and just before I can take the shot, Heather ruffles my hair again. Snap! "I knew it babe!" She pats me on the back and hugs me from behind while I look at the display.

I rarely look like that. Neither the make-up nor the cheeky grin are often visible on me, and even I have to say that I look really cute with it. Of course, I don't have the money to be able to put on make-up and style myself all the time, my family keeps me on a short leash, but I know that it's not just the make-up or Heather's touches that make me smile like that.

Finn.

My stupid big brother.

He's been on my mind all evening. The last few days. The nights on the floor. The two times we...

Is that why I'm not so easy to cheer up today? I quickly look over at Heather, who is also putting on makeup and lipstick.

"Can I use it after you?" I ask, forcing myself to smile again.

"If you're not such a mood killer then," grins my best friend and hands me the lipstick. "Amazingly inconspicuous, I know. But good for kissing."

"Slut," I grin and don't mean it seriously, even though Heather, unlike her big sister, likes to go out, party and pick up guys.

"Prude," the girl replies and looks in the mirror again. I do the same and put on the lipstick. Good for kissing, I think and make a face. Of course it is my brother's stupid face that appears in my mind's eye. Why did I have to kiss him when we did it for the second time? Why did we have to do it at all? That bastard!

But my inner curse no longer makes me feel better for a short time. I'm not kidding myself and Finn was right. I stabbed him in the back again and again because I didn't know any other way to survive. And I knew, every time, that the peace I had bought with his suffering wouldn't last long. Like a drowning man who pushes another into the depths in order to survive. I'm ashamed of that.

"Hey." Heather nudges me from the side. "It dries out if you don't use it. Really?"

"Yes... sorry..." I quickly put on the lipstick.

Concentrate, Rose. Today is supposed to be a great day. Don't let your brother ruin it.

But it's not my brother. The lipstick looks good on me, maybe Heather will lend it to me if I ask her. But that's not the point.

Yes, I'm in a worse mood than usual today. And it's because of Finn. But not in the way I thought... the way I try to convince myself.

Heather hears me sighing in front of the mirror, but leaves me alone.

I'm in a worse mood than usual because I notice that my previous tactics aren't working. Stabbing Finn in the back only hurts me now. Supporting him feels good. But every time I do that... It was only twice. No! Twice is too much We had sex, damn it! And Heather is standing here talking about how she's going to pick up someone today. And I had sex with my big brother and...

And I liked it.

And I'm feeling better now. Shit.

But it doesn't help. I can't help my feelings and I certainly can't control them.

I'm here while Finn is home alone... with Mom... Mom who hates him. Even more than she hates me.

I'm in a bad mood because I'm supposed to be supporting him. Instead, I'm standing here and...

My hand reacts on its own and when it writes the message, along with sending the photo, my heart already feels better.

'Hey bro. How do I look? Heather and I are having a great time. But somehow it sucks that you're not there. It sucks that you're home and I'm having fun here. Should I come home?'

Rose Lynchwood. +6 (PS -30)

Yeah, that feels right and... Oh, he texts back!

'Hey sis. Thanks. That's really sweet of you. Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'm having a great evening too. Miss you and hope you have fun with Heather. Oh and best wishes to her.'

"I'm supposed to say hello from Finn," I say with a relaxed, happy smile, my heart light and free. This boy... He misses me... But I'm supposed to have fun. How stupid was I not to see what a great brother he is?

"Finn? Isn't that your brother who... Hey! Well, someone looks happy." Heater hugs me again and kisses my cheek. I giggle. "Are you finally happy because you know you don't have to see him anymore today?"

Oh no... But I can't blame her. Until recently, I talked about him like that.

"He's actually quite nice," I say hesitantly. "I've been able to get to know him better recently and... well..."

"Is he trying to suck up to you so that things are better for him at home? Babe, you know he's only dragging you down."

"No, not anymore," I say, perhaps a little too defiantly. Defiant enough to make Heather look at me again. "I shouldn't have been like that to him. He's doing his best to make me happy in this fucking family. I just didn't appreciate it." My voice is getting faster and faster. I want to defend him. And more urgently. I want Heather to know what a great bro he is.

Rose Lynchwood. +1 (PS -29)

"Okay..." Heather just says, eyeing me up. "If you say so."

"He's really nice." I smile at the memory of him. "And funny. You'd like him. Besides..."

"Okay, okay." The other girl raises her arms. "I get it. Finn is cool. Can we go now?"

We look in the mirror. We look hot. There's only one more thing to do.

'Take care bro.'

'You too sis.'

"Woooo..." Exhausted, Heather collapses onto the bed next to me. "What an evening. And hey." She nudges me in the side. "You let go." Her white teeth flash as she smiles at me. She has those big frontal teeth every boy gushes about. I can only try to recreate that with my smiles.

"Yes, it was a great evening." After I realized that I had to change my attitude towards Finn, and after he gave me the okay for a night out without him, it was easy for me to let myself go like I usually do.

"You could have had the guy," grins Heather and adjusts her underwear. Washed, dressed down and half naked, we both lie in her bed, snuggling up in the sheets and I enjoy the feeling of a warm blanket and a soft mattress on my exhausted body.

"I know," I confess. "But I didn't want to." Heather shrugs her shoulders and yawns comfortably. In the club, she flirted heavily with the guys and even kissed some of them. I... I usually hold back, but today I behaved like a freaking nun. And I know why.

It doesn't take long and Heather is panting quietly in bed next to me while our hips touch lightly under the blanket and the fabric of our panties rubs against each other. It was a good, exhausting evening.

But I can't sleep.

I?

I think about him.

I think about my brother.

I can't help it. Those are just my thoughts. And my thoughts have been centered around Finn all evening.

Fuck, I even want to. It feels good to think about him. I like Heather. I like her a lot. But Finn is my big brother, something every little girl wants, and for some time now we've been behaving like siblings. I'm the little sister, he's the big... strong... confident... sexy...

I know what I'm doing. It's a conscious act and I should be ashamed of it.

I am, a little bit. But not because my fingers disappear under the covers, slide over my stomach and under my panties.

I'm a little ashamed, just a little, because I'm going to satisfy myself with the thought of him while I've forbidden him to touch me again.

Hey, he can jerk off to my picture whenever he wants. It's just the sex that's forbidden. And that's right!

... ... ...

Is he jerking off to my picture right now? I bet he is!

The thought turns me on. Waaaay too much... What's wrong with me? But when my fingers touch my labia and pull the soft flesh apart, it doesn't feel like a mistake. When my middle finger slides all the way over my clit and I feel the wetness on it while my other fingers press my labia together, it feels like I'm doing something right.

What's happening to me? Why do I keep having his stupid... sexy face in my head. His smile and his voice and...

I have to bite my lip, hard, and the pain stifles the moan that forms in my loins, between my wet labia, and works its way up through my body.

His cock feeld so good inside me.

Heather moves a little next to me. God, I hope she's already fast asleep. What am I even doing here?

I fingerfuck myself to vision of my big brother.

Fuck that’s so good!

I can’t help it. Now it’s a compulsion. I have to keep going. I want to come. I have to come.

My legs move the covers while I squeeze my eyes shut and try to breathe very quietly. It’s hard. So hard. My fingers are just not enough. I want to feel him on me, his closeness, his warmth. In me! I want him to tell me that we are together, that he will never leave. I want him to tell me that he will always stay with me.

I want my brother. I want him.

“Fffffhuck…” I moan quietly while my pussy is so goddamn wet that it doesn’t stop making noises. My nipples brush over the thin, lose fabric om my nighthy, sending electric jolts trough my body, feeling good.

Two fingers slide into my hole while my other arm also moves down and spreads my opening for him… for my fingers.

“Finn…”

Heather moves next to me but I can’t wait any longer. I press my aching legs together and rub my clit fast and hard while imagining that my fingers are his cock inside me, fucking me and making me come.

I want to kiss him.

It's simply the best orgasm of my life.

Not because I'm alone.

But because I admit to myself that I want sex with my brother.

Rose Lynchwood +4 (PS -25)

Message from the author: A bit longer because I really wanted to include Rose and her fingers. I had to cut out the club but I'm looking forward to a quicky with Rose and her brother in the club. As for Heather, I wonder if anyone has already guessed the little secret that I'll only reveal later. ;)

Otherwise, I hope that I, a boy, have portrayed the behavior of the two girls dressing up well. It's not like chicks let me watch them getting ready for a night at the club and I definitely don't watch enough rom-coms to know that. Sorry. ;)

And lastly, Heather is portrayed by Molly Litte. Since I want to use more photos in this story than usual (more than one), I obviously have to use girls who have lots of photos on the web. Hence this poll: Should I continue to concentrate on erotic models, mixed with some celebrities (no naked shots), or are fewer photos and more fresh models like Michelle and Tammy enough for you? If I have to use more photos, then I need a model who puts a lot of photos online, and then I have to take my cues from what the models does. Porn stars are the easiest, of course. Influencers like to take selfies (I've included that in this chapter) and celebrities are hard to find in normal situations. All of this sometimes dilutes the possibility of using images. Basically, the model has to appeal to me. The idea for this story came to me from the picture of Tammy, for example. But this poll helps me understand what is important to you as a reader. After all, men are visual creatures.

So more photos, just a little restriction on the scenes and a better description of the scenes?

Or fewer photos, more imagination and more freedom in the scenes?

https://strawpoll.com/LVyK21DlKZ0