Math With Michelle

I get up on Sunday a little earlier than I usually do, but what can I say? I'm very interested to see how today will go. Although in reality, there's really not much going on today. In fact, I don't think I have any plans other than doing my homework with Michelle, but that's enough to get my out of bed for right now. Besides, she told me to come after breakfast, so I don't want to make her wait too long. Even if I am curious how long she would be willing to wait.

When it comes to giving Michelle more commands, I don't exactly have a plan, if I'm being honest. I'm hoping some ideas will come naturally to me in the moment. Even just giving her a bunch of little tasks to do would be better than nothing. I brainstorm to see if I can come up with something a bit more concrete while I head down to grab something to eat.

As I reach the bottom of my stairs, I'm greeted by a surprising sight. Mom is currently in the kitchen making breakfast. Sure, she's usually the one who cooks dinner, but any other time, it's every person for themselves. Seeing her take the time to cook in the morning is a bit of an odd sight. To make things even more confusing, she's humming some song while she cooks and even dancing a little. Actually, when I look a little closer, it's more like she's shaking her butt while humming. Ah, I should have known. This has something to do with the remote. As I approach, Mom quickly spins around and smiles at me.

"Good morning, sweetheart! I hope you had a good night's sleep! I made you breakfast!" She says happily before shoving a plate of food in my face.

"Uh, thanks, Mom," I remark while taking the plate from her.

As soon as I take the food, she begins putting things in the sink before leaving to presumable go do something more important. She doesn't look thrilled to have such a short interaction, but she reluctantly moves on with her day anyway. I take my plate into the dining room to find Julia already sitting there with her own plate. She's poking some eggs with her fork, seemingly uninterested in eating.

"Hey, Julia. You okay?" I ask as I sit across the table from her.

"Oh, hey, bro. I'm fine," she responds quickly. I begin eating without fully processing that Julia doesn't seem like her normal, peppy self. I hope I'm not getting used to seeing her like this.

"Where's Michelle?"

"In her room. She already ate," Julia answers while still looking down at her food.

As much as I hate to admit it, I don't really pay much attention to Julia while I eat. I'm more focused on what I'm going to do with Michelle. Although, to be fair, Julia doesn't look like she's really in the mood to talk. She seems to be off in her own world, contemplating who knows what. Every now and then, I'll catch her glancing at me, but otherwise, the two of us don't interact at all. After a while, she gets up from the table and goes upstairs without saying a word.

Not long after, I finish eating. I clean up the table and go back to my room. After grabbing my math textbook and a couple other supplies, I knock on Michelle's door.

"Yes?" I hear a voice call from the other side.

"It's me," is all I respond with. There's a moment of silence.

"Come in."

I reach from the door, but stop myself. Thinking fast, I take the stuff I brought with me and grab it all with both hands.

"I've got my hands full. Can you open the door?"

I hear a small sigh, but after a moment, Michelle opens the door and lets me in. As I walk in, I notice her tense up the exact same way she did yesterday. It's small, but it's one more to add onto the pile. I walk over to the desk in her room, sit down, and begin flipping through the textbook.

"Alright, come over here and I'll show you what I need help with," I instruct her.

Michelle looks like she's about to say something, but she stops herself and walks over. I spend the next little bit going over my homework with her. At every opportunity I can find, I slip in little commands such as telling her to hand me an item or explain something in more detail. With each order she follows, I notice her arousal build up more and more. By the time we actually get to the homework problems, I can hear her breathing more heavily than normal.

Because of my focus on using Michelle's attribute, I don't really pay attention to any thing she says related to math. She does seem to be passionate with her explanations, though. I don't understand how she can like this stuff so much. Actually... that gives me an idea. I start pretending to work on the first problem, but after a minute or so, I do my best to look frustrated.

"Ugh, I can't get this one. Michelle, can you show me how to do it?"

Michelle leans over my shoulder and starts to take me through step by step.

"Why don't you sit here and show me? I think I'll get it faster that way." She hesitates for a moment. "Please?"

I stand up out of the chair, and after another second of though, Michelle relents. She sits down at her desk and picks up my pencil. She goes through the problem, jotting down her work as she speaks. At the end, she circles her answer for added emphasize.

"There. Do you think you get it now? Want to try the next one?" She asks.

"Actually, I think you should do the next one too. Show me what you did again," I say, trying my best to not make my plan too obvious.

Michelle lets out another sigh before doing the next problem. And the next one. And the one after that. With each question I tell her to do, she gets a tiny bit slower. She's not having any more trouble with the work itself, but her arousal from obeying me is making it harder for her to focus. Eventually, Michelle looks at me after finishing another question.

"Isn't that enough, Matt? I feel like I'm doing the whole thing." She says as she tries her best to hold herself together.

"What's wrong with that? Don't you like doing math?" I quickly fire back.

"I do, but-"

"Great. Then you shouldn't mind just doing my homework for me. Try and finish it by the end of the day, okay?"

"W-what?" Michelle stutters out in disbelief.

Without saying another word, I turn around and begin walking to the door, curious to see what she'll do. Surprisingly, she actually gets up and grabs my arm when I'm about halfway across the room.

"Hold on a second. You can't just leave."

"I though you said you wanted to help me," I remind her.

"I do want to help!" Interesting. Yesterday she seemed much more ****, but the way she said that just now seemed very sincere.

"Well, the best way for you to help me is to do the assignment for me. Can you do that?" My logic is a bit twisted, but hopefully Michelle isn't thinking clearly enough to notice.

"I... uh... yes, I can..." she whispers.

"Good girl. And while you're at it, I want you to do my chemistry homework too, okay?"

"O-okay, Matt. Whatever you say."

Hearing my big sister say those three magic words is like music to my ears. And the fact that I called her a good girl to her face and she didn't even attempt to correct me. I just feel so powerful right now. Pretty turned on, too. As Michelle turns around to return to her desk, I can't help but give her a slap on the ass. Not hard, but still loud enough to make an audible sound. The soft feeling of her juicy cheek against my hand is incredibly, and the way her flesh ripples from under her shorts is mesmerizing.

Instantly, she gasps and freezes in place. Shit. I think I may have just gone too far. I don't move as I wait to see just how badly I screwed up. As the echoes of my slap fade away, the room is left in total silence. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I hear Michelle take a step. But shockingly, she doesn't take a step toward me. Instead, she continues back to her desk. She doesn't say a word. She doesn't even turn to look at me. She just walks over to her desk, sits back down, and starts working in silence.

I'm in total shock. I really thought I pushed it over the line just then. I guess I've spend so little time with my sister, I didn't realize just how docile she's gotten. However, I can tell I shouldn't push it any further right now. With that in mind, I leave her room and give her a chance to work (and possible to let her think about what just happened). I feel my heart beating quickly and decide to grab a glass of water to help myself relax.

I make my way downstairs to the kitchen and fill up a glass. I take a sip and let myself calm down a bit. Everything's fine. I made some good progress with Michelle, and now I don't even have to finish my homework. Just as I'm about to figure out how to spend my new free time, I hear a voice behind me.

"Hey, Matt?"

I turn around to see Julia standing behind me. When I saw her this morning, she seemed lost in her own thoughts, but not anymore. Now, she's looking at me with an intense scowl, a face I've rarely ever see from her. I don't know what's going on right now, but something tells me I'm about to find out.

"Hey, Julia. What's up?"

"We need to talk."