Aloof little sister Jackie.

It's your lucky day, little sis, connived the young 18-year-old as he rubbed his hands. As it turns out, I'm in a very, older brotherly mood.

"Hey Jackie!" Adam plopped out of the hall. He found a seat on an adjacent recliner and unlatched the foot rest, getting comfortable. "Whatchya watching?"

Jackie's eyes slid his way, then back to the TV. "Don't bother me Adam." After a knowing silence, she explained, "It's the latest episode of Gossip Girl and I don't wanna miss it for your dumb science channel stuff again."

As helplessly embroiled in her inane excuses for entertainment as always. This family always seemed to regard him as an out-of-place oddball, even when he tried making them a live-in robot maid that even contained a meticulously aggregated database of all of their personal data, including clothing preferences, quirks, income status, and daily schedules!

Now they'll see though.

The logical way of things.

"Sis sis," Adam crossed his feet, as his eyes scanned his young adult sister's body. She was currently clad in a pair of knee-length shorts and a casual black, brand shirt. Nothing special whatsoever. It was due for the kind of change that really popped, that stood out to naked eyes. "You always were a funny one, you know? Coming to me to ask for help on your homework and latest extra credit assignment because you needed it so bad, but then tossing my opinion to the wayside when it came to anything 'cool' or remotely hip."

Jackie turned, a slightly instigated frown on her lips. "Do not!"

"Then what do you call two nights ago, when you were trying to figure out how to simplify Mr. Len's quadratic equation sheet with me?"

Huffing, Jackie turned her head almost an extra inch away from Adam, as if to block his existence with some invisibly erected barrier, called 'not-looking-or-talking-anymore-so-leave-bye'. The thing is, it usually worked, because she chose to nail her lips together and keep them like that too. Talk about devotion.

Adam watched her not look at him for a while. Then he inhaled, and felt his ears for the plugs.

Fortune favored the bold.

"Listen, Jackie," he cleared his throat, sitting up a little. "I think you should listen to me. I'm your brother, after all. I just want what's best for you."

His slender sister drew her legs together and crossed them, folding her arms as she stared at the TV. Though obviously, she heard him. Loud and clear. She wanted to act like she didn't, so this meant behaving as if he wasn't there at all -- and in normal circumstances, she'd probably win out. But Adam knew that, in this case, he was either going big or going home, and he definitely planned for the former.

Smoothly, he continued on, his palms positioned negotiably in front of him. "Like, for example, your wardrobe. How you dress. The amount of leg or other things you're showing around the house, for starters. Maybe it could be better. You know. Less... contained. More exciting. Revealing. Hot, to show off how pretty you are and all."

"Wha--" Jackie's eyes widened then quickly dropped back down as she turned back to the TV. However, it was clear she seemed a little puzzled as her eyes dwelled on the telly straight in front of her. This wasn't how the ignorance barrier usually went, and she wasn't sure what her older bro was up to. But she didn't trust it was anything good. Or how he was looking at her, all creepy like.

Reining back his grin, Adam continued, "Jackie. Hey." He leaned forward. "Do you wanna take off your pants? Right now, in front of me?"

It could've flown as a rhetorical question. She never would, he knew. Despite being a healthily cute, taut high school senior, Jackie was somewhat self-conscious and liked staying covered up, unlike Kathy. She had a creamy body, but was just too afraid to show it.

He was doing her a favor here.

creak

Jumping up, Jackie suddenly grabbed a couch pillow. Then she slammed Adam in the face with it. Well, this took him by surprise. As he flailed sideward, another followed, and another. Her pillowy strikes continued to rain down on him like a gatling set to depletion. Defending himself, he eventually found the air to breathe in and speak out, through the pummels.

"Jackie, Jackie, stop! I'm sorry! It's just... I want you to know something important! Jackie!" He managed to grab the pillow and put a stop to her assault. They stopped eye to eye, and as she glared at him he took a rowdy breath and said, "You are a female."

What looked like a brief shimmer crossed her eyes. It may have just been another smear of anger. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. Because as long as she heard him, this ensured that he was already jacked -- ahem -- in, straight to her brain.

But there was only one way to test it out for certain, and he decided to prod her a little.

"Well? Don't you agree, Jackie? That you are a female?"

The chestnut haired girl stared silently as the older, gangling brother continued.

"So you believe me, now, don't you?" Adam gleamed in spite of himself, and spoke with more authority. "Jackie. Believe me. You should be going pantsless around the house." Pause. "And, maybe even wearing a nice tight thong whenever you can, too."

For a breathless moment, Adam watched the slender girl watching him. If it wasn't for the pillow between them, he would've taken cautionary measures, like going behind a chair. But something told him to believe in the science.

Something that came like an answer from the heavens above as Jackie lowered the pillow in reproach.

"I... yeah, you're right, I should be pantsless. Darn, sorry," she nodded, slowly at first as she tucked her fingers into her stretchy shorts. She pushed them down, exposing her smooth thighs and, in the shadowed space between, a slight tuft of hair behind blue fabric. "I don't know why I was getting upset. I could see what you mean, now, at least."

She flung the pants away, and for the first time ever, settled back into the living room couch only in her shirt and blue panties. Adam silently cheered. Victory!

As the girl sat, reverted to the same old calm, disaffected, somewhat quiet state they all knew and loved while she watched TV, he had to know what she'd say about it herself, though. How far did the rationalization go?

"Just to clarify." Adam unconsciously stroked his handy throat strip. "Do you know... why you should go pantsless, sis?"

Without hesitation, Jackie just shrugged, sitting back, legs bared in all their glory. "Why wouldn't I? It just makes sense to be, duh."

The glee in Adam's face couldn't have been smacked away with a warhammer. This was too good. He felt a surge of power embolden him as he spoke up once more.

"Just like you reminding me at least once every day that your pussy is mine?"

"What?!" Adam could see Jackie's hand twitching. The pillow sat nearby.

"Think about it Jackie. You always wanted a cat, ever since you saw Stuart Little."

"Um... yeah..."

"And cats of course are cute."

"Yeah!"

"So, logically you would also like to remind me once a day that your pussy belongs to me because you won't get one if you don't, and you want a cat, so of course that is not an option, right?"

Jackie nodded, slicking a strand away from her eye. "Oh.... well... yeah, of course." She paused for a second, before looking at Adam. Her brain seemed to blink in place of her eyes, a churning of odd, young understandings meeting with the effects of Adam's logic-manipulating device in perfect synthesis. Then, leaning forward and looking around, she shyly whispered, "My pussy is yours, Adam." She blushed, looking around to double check her surroundings, then whipping back around to face him. "Don't forget, okay!?"

When she sat back and continued viewing her show nonchalantly, Adam was as hard as a rock.

Who knew the truth could be so sweet?

He studied his sister's body and silently wondered if he should push for more.