Family Takes Care of Each Other

Morgan stared at her closet and sighed. She was going to have to put some serious effort into this. Almost everything would have to go, which would be good for a the local thrift stores, but bad for Morgan's pocketbook. Not that it could be helped; Morgan wasn't the kind of girl that wore hoodies and sweat pants all the time. She never hid her curves, she celebrated them. She was so glad that William had reminded her.

For a moment her brow furrowed. How had she accumulated such a collection of slacker clothes, anyway? Almost nothing showed off her legs, her chest, her ass. It was like someone with a completely different set of priorities had gone shopping for her and filled her closet. Of course, Morgan knew that the person who had done the shopping was herself, but she must have been in some sort of long-term mania, a madness that she was finally able to clear her head of. She had William to thank for that. She had William to thank for so many things!

Their mother had been so happy during the day, but nothing like she was when she went to bed. She had been in the hallway when Morgan left William's bedroom after their chat, wearing a black teddie and nothing else. While Morgan had never seen her mother wearing lingerie before, she understood that it was a mother's job to make her son happy, to take care of his needs. And it was a son's job to make his mother happy too! Morgan was lucky to have a brother so giving. As she left William's room, he heard his brother say, "Hey mom! Looking great! I'll sleep in your room and keep you company tonight."

Naturally, their mother was extremely pleased. Who really likes to sleep alone, when given the choice? William was taking his job very seriously. As Morgan closed the door, he could hear the two of them kissing. It was nice to be in such a close family. She could really feel the love.

All these good feelings didn't solve her clothing problem. She felt so embarassed wearing her black sweatpants and grey sweater. Tomorrow she would go shopping. She still had a little birthday money left over which would get her on the way, but she would need more. That wouldn't be an issue. When she was talking to William, she had already made the decision to follow his example and get a job. She would work hard and earn money for the family, but first she would earn for a new wardrobe. It would be an uphill battle at first. Skirts, short-shorts, tight tops, and sexy underwear of course. Oh, and make-up! Morgan was going to finally look like her true self! Why hide herself? Time to shine!

She slipped out of her clothes and stood in her plain grey panties and bra. It was boring and bland, but at least she could show off her curves like this. It wouldn't work outside the house, but at home she didn't mind just being in her underwear. Besides, it was kind of fun to show off for William, to tease him every once and a while. The problem with sisters, sometimes, is that they forget that their brothers are boys. Men, really. William was a man. And a man likes to look. Nothing wrong with that!

Speaking of which, she had better get busy. It was almost time for her to go to bed, so she had one last chore to finish. Laying on her bed in her underwear, she picked up her cell phone and put the camera on selfie mode. Then, holding herself in the camera's view with her right hand, she slid her left into her panties. She closed her eyes and pictured her brother, then pushed two fingers into her waiting slit. She had never taken pictures of herself masturbating while thinking of her brother as part of her bedtime routine before, but it wasn't as if it was out of the ordinary or anything. It had so many benefits. It would relax her, it would help her connect with her brother in ways she hadn't before, and it would give her a little art project to work on! She could even text the pictures to William when she was done each night, you know, for a second opinion on her work.

As Morgan grew closer to orgasm, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She clicked a picture. Morgan's mouth slipped open and she moaned. She clicked a picture. Morgan's body began to convulse in pleasure. She clicked a very blurry picture.

It was wonderful. Morgan was going to do this every night, no matter what. Even in the future, a future that Morgan was sure would come one day, where Morgan had moved out of the house and was married with children, she couldn't imagine going to bed without first masturbating to the image of her brother. Her husband would understand. It wasn't as if she was doing anything strange, after all.

The sound of her images traveling via text to William snapped her out of her thoughts. Morgan hadn't even realized she had sent them. It was just so natural to trust William in all things that it was like second nature to get his opinion on his work. She knew that he wouldn't share the pictures around, but even if he did, she was sure that he would have a good reason. He was, after all, family, and family took care of each other.

And from the sound of the moaning in the other room, William was being true to that adage.