Study with Allie

When you still lived with your parents, you never had an own room. You always had to share yours with your sister. This was not a problem, of course. You got along very good and there was no other room left. So, the room was divided in two parts. The part of your sister was full of girly stuff, colorful paintings and posters from theater play your sister was part of. You side was full of pictures of drones and robots, hexagon symbols, tools and construction plans.

Now that Allie has an own room in your house, she was able to decorate it the way she wanted. It has a lot of similarities with her old room. Most of the posters are the same. But this time the girly stuff from her childhood was reduced to a minimum. Still, the color pink is very dominant. Pink bedsheets and curtains, as well as a big mirror with make-up. As an ongoing actress, Allie has a lot of really professional make-up and tools.

Allie herself sits on her bed and seems to read some pages of her school notes. When you enter, she looks up and smiles.

“Max,” Allie greets you happy, “are you here to help me? I could really use your superior brain with this stuff. Just like in old times.”

“Like in old times?” you repeat amused and sit down on the edge of the bed, “are we really that old, Allie? It has been just two years since I tutored you every afternoon and evening. And you tried to bribe me with chocolate to end the suffering early.”

“Yes, but you stayed strict and thanks to this I improved three of my my grades from a D to a B,” Allie replies, “come on, brother. Help me! Why are you even here if not to help me study?”

“Good question,” you admit and take some of Allies notes, “well what is this stuff about?”

“Epochs of art,” Allie explains, “dates, important names and the main aspects of every epoch. I know about the aspects and some names. But I’m terrible with dates.”

You nod understanding and begin reading. In the following hour you study with your sister. It was much easier when it was about topics you had to study too. However, Allie seems to improve. Slowly at first, but soon she manages to correctly repeat all important dates and aspects. Still she put Kafka and Goethe in the wrong epochs.

Pleased but obviously tired, Allie lies back and you gently caress her belly. Sometimes you miss the times when you were both kids and could fool around how you wanted. Now you have to be carefully to not get too close to her boobs. You are not blood related, still, it would be strange to go for your step sisters’ breasts. You would be a pervert even thinking about this, right?