Meet your older brother

Kevin probably has a point, your brother deserves a chat with you. You and Ian used to be really close, inseparable even. Being a lot older, he was would always be the protective type, making sure nobody picked on his nerdy, super smart sister. He was also the "cool" one, doing fun things and having cool friends, the kind of guy that always had a friend in whatever room he went into. Towards the end, he would even get you to and from school in order to avoid the bus. In hindsight, you wonder where he got the money for that old beat up car he would drive, cause your parents certainly never spend the money to buy it for him.

When he got into his senior of your high school, just younger than you are now, things started getting weird. He never got along well with your parents, but things started getting worse. His friends stopped being so nice towards you. He started getting mean too, started hiding things from you, and started to do really weird things like leave you hanging at school, waiting to be picked up. Something came to a head and your brother left late one night and never came back. Putting pieces together over the years, you guessed that he was addicted to something. Whatever it is, you don't know, he was smart and kind enough to keep it hidden from you, no matter what. It had been two or three years later before you would ever hear from him again, and even than it was sporadic. Trying to play the diplomat, you minimized your contact, knowing they didn't like you talking to him, thinking he was a bad influence. You're currently at the point where you don't care what they think. You need your friend back.

You need your brother back.

You thumb through your contacts, and shoot him a quick text.

Hey Ian, It's Amanda. I've been doing some thinking lately, and I'd like to see you, if you're not too busy.

While you wait, you get up and get yourself cleaned up from this mornings shenanigans. By the time you get yourself out and look at your phone, you see that you have already have a response.

Hey yourself! It's been way too long since gotten to see my little sister. I always have time for you Amanda. I have to wrap something up on my way home, but I'll be there soon. Let yourself in.

He followed on with a text with his address. Thankfully, it was within the bus routes from the school, but the nearest stop was about a half mile away. You get dressed and head out quickly. Regretfully, the weather takes a turn for the worst, and by the time you reach the stop, it has started pouring rain. Without an umbrella, you make a run for his apartment, and are soaked head to toe by the time you reach the door. You try the door without knocking, and find it open and rush in, slamming it behind you. You try to brush your soaked hair out of your eyes, and look around. Ian's apartment is nice, although small. You know he got into business for himself somehow, so whatever it is, it must be working. It's also, shockingly clean; he was always a bit of a slob in the past.

The slam got his attention and barreled out of the bedroom. You both look at each other in shock. You hate to admit it, but your older brother is hot. Sculpted with lean muscle, he's clearly been hitting weights lately. His brown hair is swept back, and his face is cleanly shaved. He's got a few tattoos on his arms, and you're sure he's got stories behind them.

"Amanda!? Holy shit, you grew up well!?" He said with a laugh "Last I saw you, you had just become a teenager. Little sister's not so little anymore!" He swooped in with a big hug, unaware or uncaring about the wetness "Man, it is so good to see you! You look really great."

"Thanks" You reply sheepishly, trying to straighten yourself out in your hosed clothing

"So, what's up? How's school going at that big fancy college"

"Stressful, which is kind of the reason I came to talk."

"No doubt." As he welcomed in you with a seat by the countertop in his kitchen. "I'm all ears...but first. I gotta talk to you about something. Something that I've been needing to say for a while."

"Sure Ian. What's on your mind."

"I uhhh" he looked at the ground for a minute "I need to apologize to you. For a lot. I was really messed up for a while. Made the homelife a pile of shit. Ruined my relationship with mom and dad, and because of that, I hurt you too. Siblings shouldn't go this long without seeing each other, and it's all my fault. I just want to say I'm sorry, and I'll try to do better. By you, and them."

"Thanks Ian" you reply with a soft smile, grasping his hand "But you didn't ruin anything. Not with me at least. I only stayed away to keep them happy, and I'm at the point that I don't really care what they think."

"Ahhh." He replied with a knowing grin "It's that conversation. I'm guessing they're the ones causing you stress, not the school?"

"Yes!" you reply with agony "I got chewed out earlier today for getting a swimsuit and going to the beach yesterday. Mom would probably still be lecturing me if I didn't decide that I'd had enough and just hung up on her."

"Daaaaaamn" He laughed "That's not the Amanda I remember. What did she say that got under your skin?"

"She said you were worthless..." You say somberly. Ian's smiling face disappeared. Despite having written them off, it's never easy to hear that your mother thinks that way. "Thanks Amanda." He replies quickly "Mom's got her reasons to think that, you know? She has no idea what I've been up to. I was never the smart kid, and she couldn't understand that. But you, you're the smartest person I know. I would think they'd be easing off on you"

"Hardly. It just makes it more difficult. The expectations are just that much higher."

"Sounds like mom and dad for sure. I'm sorry this is happening to you. I wish I could do something to help you."

"You've been in my shoes, what would you do?"

"I'd say fuck em, but you and I are different people with different histories. Whatever you're doing, you gotta do it for you. What do you want to do?"

"I don't even know, that's the problem. I've been controlled for so long, I don't even know who or what I am anymore."

"Hey, I feelya on that one sis. Again, from a different perspective, but I've had to do some serious reflection and reevaluating. You'll figure yourself out either way, and if even if they don't say it, you can know your older brothers always proud of you."

"Thanks Ian..." You respond quietly. You feel something inside you stirring. Something's wrong here, you're getting attracted to your own brother!

"No problem sis. Hey, you're probably soaked. Why don't you take a shower and warm up. My ex left a bunch of her clothing here when she bailed on me, if you can find anything that fits have at it."

"I think I'll just dry off and change, thank you though."

"Not a problem. Just collecting dust anyway. You're free to stick around here for the day. Bunch of friends are going to come on by later on and watch tv together. Free to stick around if you don't mind a bunch of roudy guys yelling about sports."

"Sure, sounds like fun. Plenty of time for catching up." You get up and head towards the bedroom in the back. Heaving off your clothes with all of their additional weight feels amazing. With a towel, you gently pat yourself dry. Your body still feels cold and will take some time to warm up. You bite your lip thinking back to how your brother looked at you. If you weren't his sister, he'd have totally hit tried to get in your pants. If he wasn't your brother, you probably would have let him. You push that thought out of your mind, trying to find something to wear. What you find isn't helpful.

There's a box in the corner that you investigate. It's full of women's clothing, clean but unfolded. Searching through it, there's nothing but "racy" underwear inside. Thongs, lacy bras, and some lingerie costumes. Where you would normally feel nervous, you start to actually get a thrill. His friends are coming over, which means you get to be the hot sister that everyone lusts after but can't have. You can toy with them without repercussion; that sounds like fun, actually. With a tiny, crotchless red thong and bra to match, you find some yoga pants and a workout top. Whoever this lady was probably exercised with Ian a lot. Probably with a lot of stretching and lifting, you giggle to yourself. Trying it on, you find it perfect, showing off your ass, thin waist, and busty chest. Looking in the back, there's the smallest hint of what you're wearing underneath. Satisfied in your sexy self, you come back out to reveal yourself to Ian, who nearly chokes on the water he's drinking when he sees you.

"Wow. That's...a really good fit" he said between coughs "You look comfy. Feel free to make yourself at home until the rest of the gang shows up" You plop yourself on the couch, eagerly awaiting what the afternoon and evening may have in store.