Searching for help

Candace flipped through the magazines, looking for some kind of answer. Growing up, she'd always had a romantic attraction to her Patrick, her older brother. He was the guy who had protected her from the bullies on the playground, played princess with her growing up, and was always there to hang out on a weekend. Now that she was 19 and he was 20, they still hung out on weekends and had their gaming nights together, but Candace wanted more than just a casual hangout: she wanted a date.

The first time she mentioned it, Patrick was shocked and freaked out, but she chalked it up to being nervous. Then he came back and gave excuses about why they should see other people.

"It's weird."

"You're my sister."

"What would Mom and Dad think?"

That last one was bullshit, and she knew it. Their parents wouldn't care. Hell, when they finally joined whatever "family business" the old bags were talking about so much, they wouldn't care who their children dated as long as they were successful. Surely, Patrick knew that too. He was just embarrassed about his feelings, or what other people might think.

If talking didn't work, Candace decided she'd have to coax his feelings out of him. She tried several techniques she'd seen in the movie: sneaking into his shower, cooking his breakfast in nothing but an apron, and "forgetting" to wear a bra and panties when they had gaming night. But he kept rebuffing her or freaking out and running.

Now, she was out of material and needed fresh ideas. She showered to keep herself nice and fresh before going into her brother's room without her clothes. He wouldn't be home for a while, giving her time to do some research. (Plus, laying naked on his bed didn't work so well last time.)

Something kept Patrick coming back to these magazines instead of the troves of free porn on the internet. Something was his ultimate fantasy that he'd like to act out. And Cadance was going to find it.