Overthink things, or take the plunge?

I wanted this to be good, no better than good. I had been waiting for this for a long time now; without even knowing that I was waiting for it, and now that I had it I couldn't miss the opportunity to make this great.....but I was drawing a complete blank.

I glanced up at the clock. 10:48am. I had 12 minutes to plan this, and yet nothing was coming to me. Here I was about to release years of pent up sexual frustration on a now willing little sister, and I couldn't even think of how to approach her. Hell, with the changes that I made she was probably even more pent up and ready for this than I was. So what the hell?

Then it hit me. I haven't left my room since I made those changes. I really have no idea how my little sister will behave toward me. In a way she's almost like a stranger to me now, so of course my mind can't figure out how to approach her. So....what?

10:53am.

I can hear the door the master bedroom downstairs open. Patricia must be on her way out. I'm running out of time, but I take a deep breath. I'm sure I can think of something. Then I hear the creak of the stairs. Wait, why is she coming up here?

I sit in confusion as I hear my stepmom climbing the stairs.

Knock. Knock.

"Uh, who's there?" I answer lamely. In my defense she's never come upstairs, let alone knocked on my door before. So it was either that or, 'sorry, no doggy door for this room.' but like I said, my sister and I had both agreed to keep the peace.

My door opens revealing bimbozilla in all her glory. Plastic smile already strapped to her face. "Hey, I wanted to chat real quick before I leave, you got a sec?" she says, before inviting herself in, and sitting down on my bed without even bother to wait for me to reply.

"Listen." she starts. "I know things aren't the best between us, but I'm pretty sure we both know I'm here to stay. As unexpected as it was, this is a really big night for your father and I."

Well that's not where I expected this to go. Her typical pettiness is strangely sobering, and I'm no longer feeling so off balance.

"I know that you are both good kids and I probably don't even need to say this, but it's been so long since your father and I have gotten to spend time alone. Just the two of us. I know we would both appreciate it not having to worry about you two while we're gone, and being able to come back home to a clean and intact house?" She finishes with a condescending questioning lilt in her voice.

I nearly burst out laughing. Like she ever cleaned anything in her life. Certainly not since she grew tits anyway. The nerve of this plastic whore. This was interesting though, her implication so ridiculous I wasn't even mad and waited for her to continue.

She must have mistaken my stifled laughter for something else, anger, angst perhaps? "Look, just don't fuck this day up for us ok!" She snaps. "Before you even ask, no I don't know how you could or would, but graduated or not your still just a teenager. So try to keep your shit in check until we get home ok?"

Alright, now I was a little pissed of, and I was just about to let her have a good, sharp, jagged chunk of my mind when she cut me off again.

"Don't do it for me, do it for your father." she said sweetly. The sweetness in her tone so artificial I could practically taste the cancerous aftertaste. "You know how hard he's been working lately. Let him have this one ok?"

Well shit, have to hand it to her. The little bimbo had me there. I didn't expect the sudden change in tactics and I had to admit I didn't care nearly as much about reaming her a new one as I did about making sure my dad enjoyed his evening. So much that he stayed out all night, and half of tomorrow.

Realizing just how sore this bitch is going to be come this time tomorrow. I instantly feel better. I take a deep breath, playing along with her little skit before I answer.

"You're right Patricia. My dad does deserve a good night. I still don't know how he manages to enjoy your company." Patricia looks like she's going to object, but I just continue talking over her look. "but I also can't deny that he is happy with you. As long as that doesn't change, I don't see why we can't all be adults about the situation."

That last sentence seems to make her honestly surprised for a moment, plastic smile slipping just a bit as she takes in what I said. Then she smiles and nods, getting up to leave, but I stop her again.

"but Patricia, I want to get something straight. We; that is my sister and I, tolerate you, and have agreed to continue doing so only for our fathers sake." I stood up form my char, looking her straight in the eyes. "But don't you think for a second that you have any power or authority over either of us, and if you walk into my room uninvited again, and show me the same level of disrespect you just did. I promise you, that you will be out of this house, and this family regardless of how happy you think you make my father."

I walked over to the now stunned Patricia, took her gently by the arm and guided her out of my room. Before screwing my own fake smile on and saying "Have a wonderful evening Patricia, don't worry about a thing. We'll take good care of the place while your out." Doing my best to mimic the artificial sweetness of her previous comment, though as hard as I tried I couldn't keep the hard edge from my voice. Then before she could snap out of it, I shut the door gently but firmly in her dumbstruck little face.

That. Felt. Good. I sighed in satisfaction, and walked back to my desk bringing up the program to make another quick change for Patricia dearest. Pulling up her heading I enter:

[is fully convinced that her husband will respect James's opinion if he wants her gone, and nothing will ever dissuade her of this.]

-Submit.

After taking care of that I hear the creak of the last few stairs, before the front door opens and closes. I take a deep satisfied breath, briefly hoping that I didn't just ruin my dads fun for the evening before remembering that I practically programmed Patricia to worship him tonight.

I still had a problem though. I still had no idea how to approach my sister about us. Frowning, I ponder for a few more minutes before I give up. The issue is I don't know how she's going to behave or react around me, but I've got all night right? Why not start slow, and just hang out with her for a bit? I'm sure I'll figure something out once I spend a little time with her.

I spend a minute to order pizza, classic pep and mushroom our favorite, and the super cheesy bread, extra extra cheese Sarah's guilty pleasure. Then I close my laptop, and head down to the living room. Assuming her personality hasn't changed that much, I load up one of her favorite movies on the TV before yelling upstairs. "Ordered pizza, gonna watch a movie."

I hear a distinct thud coming from upstairs, before my sisters door opens and I hear her call out. "Gonna wash my hands, be down in a minute."

A minute later my adorable little sister is bouncing down the stairs, perky little tits bouncing under her slightly loose for her tank top. I realized I was memorized by my sisters bouncing tits when she snaps me out of it by literally snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Earth to big brother, anybody in there?" She asks.

I look up, my gut telling me I'm going to see anger or disgust and being caught blatantly staring at my sisters chest, but what greets me is a strangely intense stare coming out of her slightly flushed face. In a panic I plaster on my best grin, the sister killer, the one that lets me get away even the most off color jokes around her, and to my shock I notice her blush immediately deepen. She's opening her mouth like she's going to say something, and she looks almost nervous, or worried.

Doing my best to keep the shock at seeing her blush like that off my face I cut her off. "Sorry sis, I was thinking about Patricia and guess I just zoned out." I expertly lie. If there's one thing that should easily change the subject and disarm this situation, it's our mutual dislike for our step mom.

Sure enough my little sisters expression changes immediately, flush starting to fade and her expression shifting to one of worried confusion. "Why are you thinking about bimbozilla?" she asks, clearly confused about my uncharacteristic train of thought.

I quickly explain the situation between me and the mom that never was just before she left. "It's just she came up to my room before she left." I said. "Put in enough effort to actually climb the stairs, can you believe it?" I finish with a chuckle.

"No, I can't actually." She says, My little sisters worried expression deepening, and making me a little uncomfortable. "What did she want with you?" Comes out in a much fainter voice, as she breaks eye contact looking suddenly uncertain again.

Wait. Is she jealous? Like actually jealous? Of bimbozilla of all people? I've told her how much that fake look kills it for me, but here she is. Worried that walking pool float was going to get to me.

I can't help but smile as I realize what she's feeling. She just so happens to look up at catch the smile on my face, and I can see look of uncertainty change to outright fear. Obviously mistaking my smile for something else. I don't like that look on my little sister, especially not being caused that blond plastic factory.

"She had the nerve to suggest that we might wreck the house while her and dad on on their special date. Do you believe that? She looked me straight in the eyes and implied that we would leave the place a mess. Like she's ever cleaned anything in the house before! The fucking nerve." I quickly clarify.

"What? Really!? Why they hell are you smiling about it then?" She replies, fear giving way to shock and confusion.

"Because." I lean in close, and whisper conspiratorially in her ear. "I told that bitch off so hard she couldn't even say anything." Then I lean back with a hit her with a wink. Noticing that her blush had come back, and goofy smile had spreading on her face when I leaned close to her.

God I love this.

She sat there for a second just blushing and giving me that smile. Then suddenly the shock of what I said catches up to her and smacks me in the arm. Hard. "Hey! I thought we were keeping the peace? I cooked breakfast for the bitch just this morning!" She exclaims. Face scrunching up in the anger, only completely ruined by how incredibly adorable it makes her. Like a pissed off fluffy kitten, threatening to purr you to ****.

"Easy, easy there bobcat" I say mock wincing, and rubbing my arm where she hit me. Unable to keep myself from smiling and giving away the gag. I watch her expression morph from adorable anger, to blushing nervousness again. Then watch as she blushing harder noticing that I'm still looking her right in the face. Her nervous look waring with a bashful that just about makes me cream my pants. Seriously, there should be a limit to how unfuckingbelieveably cute one girl can be.

I stare at her for a few more moments, watching her squirm. Doing absolutely nothing to hide my look of please at watching her. Then I chuckle, and explain the full confrontation to her. What Patricia said, and how I took the high road being the adult in the situation. Which earned me a look of approval from my sister. Then explained how I followed it up with returning her fake cheerful sweetness, while threatening to kick her out of the house if she ever disrespected me like that again.

"Oh my god." my sister breathed out. "That must have felt sooo fucking good. How did she react?" Suddenly sitting forward and excited to hear the end.

"That's the best part." I said laughing. "She didn't. She just stood there looking dumbstruck. So I walked over, led her out of my room, told her to have a great evening and that we'd take great care of the house while they were gone, and then just closed the door right in her face." It did feel great, and can't help but laugh in glee getting to recount it to my sister. Who quickly joined me in laughter. We start laughing so hard we fall into each other on the couch, both leaning and clutching the other to stay upright while we let it out.

A few minutes later, gaspy and teary eyed we finally stop laughing. I look down at my little sister, and see her sudden realization that we're practically in each others arms. I watch her blush nearly crimson, and feel her start to tremble a bit. Her eyes slowly travel up to look into mine, and I can see it. Need. Raw fucking need naked in her eyes. I almost loose it, torn between saying something like "you're really pretty when you're out of breath" to tease her, and just jumping on her.

Ding dong.

I look toward the door in confusion. Realization taking far to long to dawn on me. The door bell, that's what that sound is. I turn to look back at my little sister, but the spell is broken. She's scooted back on the couch, and while still blushing beautifully refuses to look at me.

I clear my through. "Uhh. Pizza's here." I say lamely.

Ding dong. Ding dong.

"And clearly impatient." I add after the door bell goes off twice more. I pull myself up off the couching, feeling for a moment like I weigh a ton, before jogging over to the door and answering it. Opening the door I notice the 'pizza guy' is actually a 'pizza girl' and she's pretty cute. My mind briefly playing the delivery man fantasy, and thinking about my new found powers, before quickly snapping back to the present. I had priorities, and priority number one was blushing on the couch behind me. Time for the rest later.

I thank the cute delivery girl, and give her a bit extra for the tip, before returning to the living room bearing sustenance. I can tell my sister is feeling incredibly awkward about what just happened, since she still refuses to look at me any higher than my stomach. So I do the only thing I can think of, and completely ignore the elephant in the room.

"I got your extra cheesy cheesy bread." I say in a teasing tone, shaking the smaller box in front of her. It only takes a moment before her hands dart out and snatch it from me. She practically rips the box open, before stuffing a huge chunk of cheesy bread into her mouth. No doubt to try and mask her discomfort. Unfortunately she didn't account for the need to breath and quickly starts **** a little bit.

I deposit the rest of the order on the coffee table and rush over to help patting her on the back gently while she works on the bread. Once she gets her mouthful under control, she finally looks up at me a little embarrassed but I can tell this is almost **** to **** of cheese embarrassment, and not almost jumping my brother embarrassment. Elephant neutralized.

I dash off to the kitchen and grab a couple of glasses, fill them with soda and bring them back. "Here." I say handing one to my sister. "Try not to inhale that one though." I finish with a wink. I'm slightly disappointed that she doesn't go back to blushing bashfully, and just gives me a 'no duh' look before gratefully sipping her drink.

"You didn't have to spend extra for the cheesy bread, you never even eat any of it." She says after a minute. Looking down, feeling guilty that I splurged on it for her.

"Hey, I know it's your favorite. No one said that dad has to be the only one to have a special night tonight." I reply and give her another wink.

Immediately she's back to blushing, and now **** on the drink she was just taking a sip of. Ok, so maybe the wink was a bit too far. I offer her another gentle back patting while she gets under control. "Hey, didn't I just warn you not to do that?". I quip.

She opens her mouth like she's going to say something, then closes it. Eyes going wide, and cheeks flushing more. Suddenly she looks away from me toward the TV. "What movie are we watching?!" She nearly yells.

"After my run in with plastic boobzilla, I was in the mood for comedy so I thought we'd watch Princess Bride" I respond, to the expected squeal of joy from my suddenly adorable again little sister. Yep, still one of her favorites, glad to know that much hasn't changed. If she still loves the extra cheese on her extra cheesy bread, and still loves the same movies, and still hates our step mom, then she can't really be that much of a different person right?

With that comforting revelation out of the way, we both settle in to gorge ourselves on cheese and crust while we watch the days entertainment. My sister devours her food. She ate the whole box of cheese bread, and nearly half the large pizza. Where the hell does she keep it? I'm pretty sure if you stacked all the food she ate into a pile it'd be taller than her I muse. Getting uncomfortably full and into the movie my little sister finally starts to relax, and to my surprise and delight half way into the film she snuggles up to me on the couch.

We laugh at the same spots. Mimicking our favorite scenes moments before and/or after the happen and before I know it I'm having a fantastic time. Remembering just how much I love and treasure my little sister, and these kinds of moments we share together. Thinking along those lines I start to get nervous about what I had been planning to do with her. Start to second guess myself. I really didn't want to loose this. This was more important than sex. After all I could go get any girl I wanted now, I didn't have to risk messing things up with Sarah.

The movie is winding up and I decided I need to undo the changes I made to my little sister. I just love her too much to risk her.

The last scene finishes, and Sarah, starts to get up. Putting a hand against my chest for support, her other hand landing on my upper, upper thigh. Which surprised both of us judging by her head snapping around to look at me when she noticed. Cute mouth open in shock, and I knew she was about to apologize for the inappropriate touch, that she was a moment away from jumping off of me like a scared rabbit and hiding in her room for the rest of the night.

Time froze for me with my little sisters face inches from mine. Her moist lips parted in shock, blushing with lust, and the first hints of mortifying embarrassment start to paint her features, and I couldn't stand it. Time crashed back in, and claimed those lips.

Nothing. The room was silent, my sister was still, tense body unmoving and barely breathing as I held her and pressed my lips to hers. An agonizing moment that seemed to last for an eternity went by with no reaction from her whatsoever. Steeling myself against the reactionary fear, I pushed further. Wrapping my arms tighter around her and slowly slipping my tongue past her lips, then running it along the length of her own.

As soon as my tongue started pressing against hers, everything changed. Like a switch had been flipped, my rigid sister suddenly turned into warm putty in my hands making me glad I had just grabbed her tighter. She started kissing me back, urgently. Alternating between sucking quick sharp breaths in through her nose and moaning into my mouth.

I pulled her close, one arm around her shoulders, the other sliding down to her lower back and pulling her into my lap. She responded by swinging one of her legs over me and straddling me, and wasted no time pulling her hips in until she was pressed against me.

We started eating at each others mouths like we were starving. I have no idea how long it lasted. I remember briefly wishing we didn't just eat pizza, so I could taste more of my little sister and less sauce and cheese while I ate her tongue, but that thought quickly faded. I remember running my hands up and down her back, forcefully pulling her body back into mine any time we separated by more than an inch. I distinctly remember feeling her crotch radiating enough heat to soak through both our cloths, and bathe my aching hard-on in a more pleasurable sensation than I could have ever imagined.

Then just as suddenly as it started it stopped. My little sister stopped kissing me, and pulled away from me. I tried to pull her back into me, but she put both her hands on my chest, and kept the distance between us. After realizing I wasn't getting anywhere, I left my eyes refocus and looked at her. I don't know what I was expecting, but I was not expecting what I saw. Pain, and anger.

"What the hell are we doing!?" She part hissed part screamed in my face.

Not thinking very clearly, and with most of my blood not in my skull I said. "I thought we were making out?" Smooth, I know.

"Yes. Big. Brother." She clearly enunciated each word. "I'm aware of that." Suddenly most of the anger seemed to drain from her, replaced by a look I did not want to see. Tears started to form in her eyes, and she looked lost and hurt. That look cut into me deeper than any knife ever could have reached, and I realized how I had just fucked up.

I let go of her back, and brought my hands up to cup her face. Brushing aside the first tear that spilled from her eyes, as I tried my best to figure out how to fix this. To take the hurt out of her eyes.

She let out a small sob, and the tears started flowing. "Why, why are you doing this" hiccup. "to me." The look of pain on her face intensified as she started to break down. I panicked and pulled her to me, but this time she didn't fight. I pulled her head to my chest and wrapped my arms around her like she was the most precious thing in the world. As I held her sobbing against my chest, something primal welled up in me. My arms wrapped around her protectively, and at the same time my cock went into over drive. Harder than rock hard. In that moment I knew I would do anything to protect her, and that I wanted her to bad to hold anything back.

I didn't know what to say, so I just started talking. "I'm sorry sis, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just love you so much, and you're so beautiful, and so sexy, and so wonderful. You were so close to me, and I was afraid you were going to run away, and I just couldn't hold it back anymore." Not believing I just confessed all of that to my little sister. I wracked my brains for something else to say, anything I could to try and fix this, but I just couldn't think of anything so I held her.

Thankfully her sobbing started to stopped almost as soon as I finished talking. A minute after that, sniffling, she looked up at me. The pain was still there in her eyes, but there was also something else on her tear streaked face. Hope. Sniffle. "You really mean that? What you just said? All of it?" She looked up at me expectantly.

"Yes I did. I know it's wrong, but I meant every word." Her face scrunched up as she started crying, and I was worried that I just fucked again, but instead of burring her face back into my chest, she lunged forward and started kissing me again. I was too stunned by everything to do anything, let alone kiss her back.

"Kiss me goddamnit!" She growled, and pounced on my lips again. There was something different this time, something **** in the way she was kissing me. I could hear he start to cry again, as she kissed at my lips harder. She was afraid I was lying, she was afraid that I didn't actually mean it. If I wasn't already stunned stupid I would have been when I realized that. Luckily it somehow canceled out my stupor instead.

Suddenly filled with confidence again, I stood up. Scooping my little sister up with me, and I started returning her kisses. Not letting her desperation control the flow, but kissing her enough that she knew I was there with her. I pulled my face away from hers in short jerks to see where I was going as I stumbled my way to the hallway, and up the stairs toward my room.

Practically kicking the door to my own room down, I finally entered. I took the opportunity to suddenly and passionately return my sisters kiss. Kissing her until she was out of breath, and then throwing her down on the bed.

I looked down at her for a moment, taking her in. Slim body flushed and heaving, perky breasts poking through her thin top, shorts already unbuttoned. A light sheen of sweat on her flawless smooth skin. The sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. Then I looked up at her ungodly adorable face, and saw her staring back at me with hungry eyes. I summoned by best sister killer smile, and pulled my shirt off. Stepping up to the edge of the bed, I looked down at her feeling the throbbing in my pants.

"What do you want to do now my sexy little sister?" I asked her, in a slightly teasing tone. Even after everything that just happened, after throwing her down on my own bed even. Her reply shocked me.

"I want you to fuck me big brother, I want you to make me a woman, and I want you to do it hard." She growled before pulling her own shirt of, revealing her glorious breasts. The smile on her face was predatory, and something deep in me responded to that challenge.

I moved to the bed.