Your Sister is too Hot

You weren’t able to resist the superb eye candy of your sister’s nudity, so you typed out a dismissive reply to Rhea, “Sorry, I had things to do. Talk to you later.” Then you put your phone away. Chatting on DeviantArt made you feel silly.

When you looked up, Maya was observing you closely. You raised your brow curiously and she mocked you by raising her own. A series of chuckles followed and you asked, “What?”

She pointed to your unusually nice clothes with her mouth full. You finally caught on, “Oh these? I might go out later. Do you have any plans?”

She spoke after swallowing, “Nope. Today is designated for R&R. I was thinking Netflix and Chill.”

You were thinking of something more involved, so you suggested, “Want to try that Metroidvania co-op game I bought months ago but we never got around to? Sundered.”

Picking at her food with a smile, she nostalgically said, “Feels like forever since I played a platformer. You know what.. why not?”

“Nice. It’ll be fun!” you replied with a chill smile.

Your dad grunted with displeasure from the sofa. Gaming was a curse upon his household from his perspective, but ever since you cleaned up your act, he could only tolerate it. Your parents knew there were far worse vices among their friends’ children. The worst he could do was assign you some random chores to occupy your time, but then your mom would hound him to also do chores. Thus, you both maintained a tenuous unspoken agreement of not mentioning chores as long as either of you could avoid them. Yep, you definitely got the lazy genes from him.

Everyone ignored Dan and let him continue watching TV. You watched along too, but only because it was a good cover for sneaking glances at your sister, who sat in the same direction. Her fatigue melted away when faced with the exciting prospect of a long gaming session and she looked much more energetic. Unlike your perpetually collected front, she tended to show her emotions on her sleeve in private. Or maybe you knew her so well you could read her like a book. You have seen her treat people she hated with perfect cordiality, something you would never be able to do.

Seeing Maya almost done, you got up to go to the basement and get the game set up. Soon enough, your sister came rushing down the stairs. You got a good look at her pleasantly jiggling boobs and cute slit as she approached. Her attire covered the exact opposite amount of skin as a t-shirt and shorts would cover.

“Aww.. you stole the good blanket.” she pouted and plopped herself down next to you on the two-seater sofa facing the wide screen. You opened the side of the blanket closest to her with the intention of luring her under with you. She shivered from the cold of the basement and quickly shuffled over as you pulled the recliner mechanism. With both of your bodies being relatively petite, it was not an issue for both of you to bundle together for warmth under the fluffy fleece wrappings. Involuntary sighs leaked out of you both simultaneously. You had indeed planned this scenario, anticipating her propensity for close contact.

Maya.. was a complicated woman. She was big on hugging and had a few boyfriends, but she would dump them the moment they asked for sex. You knew this because she had been confiding with you the progress and status of all her relationships after her first breakup years ago. She didn't do a lot of introspection, so each time she did a lot of blaming and experienced a month or so of sadness, but you had a different theory on why she didn’t put out.

After studying her, you reasoned that there were two occasionally contradictory aspects of her personality. The dutiful and filial Maya, that would go to the ends of the earth for her family, then the rebellious and thrill-seeking Maya, that would come out to party with her friends, game with you, and argue with your parents. You suspected that Prude-Maya would never let Party-Maya lose her virginity to someone she wouldn't marry. Old values like traditions, familial duty, and a strong drive to make her parents proud ran deep for the former persona.

You had these as well, but they weren't the core values on which you based your identity. Especially traditions, you were not a fan of those. You preferred making your own traditions, like the one pertaining to nudity.

The game start menu came up and your sister's chest squished deeper into your shoulder. She asked, "Big bro, was there something strange on my breasts or vagina? You kept staring at them during breakfast. It was unusual of you."

You coughed in shock, unable to think of a coherent response before she joked, "Don't tell me you became a massive pervert overnight. Hahaha!"

Oh, how the ignorant make merry. Poor, sweet Maya.

You were always a perverted degenerate, but you were good at hiding and denying it. Now, there was no longer a pressing need to do either. You did another unusual thing and kissed the side of her head before saying, "Nothing strange, I was just wondering if your chest got bigger recently."

She replied, “Oh? Now that you mention it, I do feel like it has.” You felt her fondle her tits against your shoulder. Heavenly softness tempted your composure to break and for you to change reality to allow you to ravage her on the spot! She broke you out of your momentary reverie when she said slyly, “Don’t worry big bro. No lumps. I’m safe!”

You blushed heavily, to which she giggled mischievously at how much teasing she got out of her checking her own breasts for cancer. Party-Maya’s boundaries were very blurry even with her brother, unlike her counterpart’s hard lines with everyone. You felt mounting excitement at how you would slowly pay her back for all the frustration she subjects you to. For now though, you had to be reserved.

Out of fear that her closeness would lead her to an accidental encounter with your boner, you muttered, “Isn’t this too close, sis?” She knew she was rubbing her tits on you and there was nothing in your rules that took out the pornographic connotations in that. It was definitely not something a sister was supposed to do to her brother (not that you were complaining).

“Screw their damned propriety. I’m cold!” Looked like your sister was being extra frisky today out of anger at mom and dad. Jackpot! She continued complaining, “I want my socks and scarf.” You couldn’t imagine that those three pieces of cloth would be any warmer than the hosiery and tiny jacket she currently had on, but to each their own.

Pushing your luck, you boldly wrapped your hand around her thin waist and said in a resigned tone, “Fine, cuddle as close as you like.”

She laughed with innocent happiness and leaned in further under the covers for a proper hug with your body instead of just your shoulder. “Big bro, when did you get such big muscles?” she asked in an odd tone.

You stroked the side of her soft midriff and barely heard her sucking in a faint breath. You casually lied, “I’ve been working out a lot while you are in the hospital and eating a lot of protein.” Just like mom, her grip against your body became probing as she squeezed your chest, biceps, and abs almost sensually. She said, “Is that so..?” She must have gotten her eagerness to invade others’ private space from mom. This damned woman got you way too hard! You pinched her on the waist as ****.

Maya squeaked in surprise. You thought you heard the distant echo of a moan in that exclamation. She turned her face towards you from its place upon your shoulder. A melodramatic, betrayed look was all over her face. This happened whenever you wronged her in the slightest. She was going to demand a concession out of you like taking the blanket all for herself or making you get her a soda, and you would do it, only because you loved spoiling her. Uncharacteristically, this time she simply released a cute grunt, looked away from you, and focused all her attention on the game.

That was new.. you got the silent treatment. She did not push you away or have you move your hand. You were really curious how she was taking this whole ‘being turned on by her brother’ thing. How much did it turn her on? How fast did it work? What was the mechanism? You hadn’t specified, but you had a feeling it would work slower on your sister than others because of your intentions to drag it out.

Unfortunately, the game demanded both of your hands to play. You agonizingly remove your hand from her waist, unable to resist trailing back against the top of her ass and tracing across her buttcrack as you pull your hand back. She inhaled sharply as you did so. There was no longer any skin to skin contact between the two of you. For the next half hour, you and your sister only spoke to coordinate your gameplay. After that, her tone of speech relaxed and you sensed the discomfort she felt earlier had finally drained out of her.

“How’s work been?” You ventured a conversation during a lull in the gameplay.

Guardedly, your sister stated, “It’s busy. I’ll have to go in tomorrow.” Normally, this was when she would be complaining your ear off. Was she still uncomfortable?

“It’s a weekend, though.” you said, wanting to spend tomorrow with her too. This game, Sundered, was really cool and the co-op integration was very well done.

She groaned and said, “My schedule is always fucked up, you know that.”

Yes, you did and you were going to help her. Not by messing with her schedule, but by helping her to better handle her fatigue. You wished that Maya’s body and mind would fatigue twice as slow without any side effects like insomnia or increased appetite. There were no ripples, but you could feel that your powers had taken hold. That would help her come home less tuckered out!

The two of you were coming along in the story and the action was getting progressively more fun. Hesitantly, she asked, “Am I keeping you from going out? I don’t want you to feel obligated to spend time with me just because I have free time.”

“Not at all. I have no concrete plans other than going out around dinner time. I’m cozy where I am.” you replied reassuringly.

She fell silent, seemingly suspicious of your so-called plans. The reason was that you didn’t exactly have many friends in the area to share dinner with, but she respected the implicit privacy that came with your lack of elaboration. Maya was sweet like that. She never made fun of your lack of friends and she even introduced you to her own friends when she could.

You didn’t like the crowd though. Too many people and you couldn’t monopolize her attention. She carried herself differently around them too. It was admittedly childish of you to avoid her during these times for those reasons, but that was the way it was.

Time flew on the engaging indie game. The two of you played for another three hours. Finally, at a good stopping point, Maya threw off the blanket, stood up, and stretched her body. The rush of cold made her nipples quickly erect and you stared at them eagerly while she wasn’t looking at you. The moment she moved her head, you averted your gaze. She faced you arms akimbo, baring her genitals in full, much to your consternation since you had to look at her face, and declared with a big smile, “Anime time!”

Even years after giving up your addiction, it always got you a bit sour to leave a great game hanging. But it was only a moment’s hesitation that gripped you before you handed your controller over to her. Maya put it away and ran upstairs to get snacks and drinks. You started up JJBA, paused, and got up to stretch as well. When you were done, you caught your sister staring at you, still carrying her spoils from the pantry. Showing no reaction to being caught leering, she resumed her journey like nothing happened and dumped the loot on the nearby coffee table. What was going on in that head of hers?

Returning to your position on the sofa and under the obscenely comfortable blanket, you were expecting her to be **** to sit together this time, but she once again scrunched up against you under the blanket in a tight hug. This time you could clearly feel her small erect nubs press against your shoulder. Not only that, she fished your hand over and put it on her own waist! What the hell? She performed these actions wordlessly with a terrifying determination, as if she was.. testing something.

This time, it was your turn to suck in a breath. Your thoughts on this situation were left unspoken, but palpable in the air, ‘Little sister, you’re playing with fire.’