Warm up.

Adam leered. Thanks to him, his pantsless sister had her finely arched feet against the table ledge, showcasing her two slender, long legs in all their glory.

Saccharine Gossip Girl music hummed in the background as a finger went to the strip over his neck. He adjusted it to ensure it was set specifically to 'Moderate'. This required regular verbal inputs in order to continue manipulating people's logical processes; automatically, it would only take a single inaugural activation. While less convenient, the manual fixing also allowed for some fight in his prey. The kind he knew he would enjoy seeing toppled.

In other words, it just made him significantly persuasive.

Once done, Adam's focus returned to Jackie, her smooth legs bundled up before her. After another quick leer, he snapped his fingers, struck with an idea.

"Jackie."

The leggy high schooler blinked, briefly glancing in his direction, then back to the TV with a faint muffle. "ADAM--"

"Sorry," the older brother meekly smiled. "Your girl show. I know."

Keeping her lips solemnly sewn, Jackie brought her knees together and her arms below them, resting her chin between her two humble caps.

Meanwhile, Adam folded his arms and rose his chin -- a gesture that usually meant he was either readily gloating in your face, or gloating in that smarmy little skull. She wasn't sure which it was but she also didn't really care much.

Likewise, it appeared Adam did not care about how she felt, as his curt voice chimed in anyway, fading in like impromptu background noise. "But, I mean, I just couldn't help but notice..."

The girl buried her chin into her knees.

Errgh, he could be so annoying sometimes!

She tried to focus on the TV, but his words rattled like a coin jar on the streets of the shorefront. Finally, she turned to humor him. "Okay okay, what is it," she gave in, slapping her shins. "What'd you notice?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing bad." On cue, his eyes traveled over her body. Jackie shifted a little in her couch seat. Was that a impish gleam in his eye, or had he been taking eyedrops again? "Just that, well, you are a girl."

Jackie looked at Adam like he was blind and playing golf.

Just as she mumbled something and stood up to get a drink before the commercials ended, (her excuse for getting as far away from her pesky older brother as possible, anyway), Adam spoke up. She was a few feet from the kitchen.

"You know, I'm feeling a little cold." Jackie stopped to look at him mid-sentence, her blunted eyes hiding none of her disinterest. "As my little sister, I think you should come here and sit on my lap to warm me up."

Then, the smug little nerd patted his leg.

The long-haired girl stopped, thought about it, and relented. There wasn't really any wriggling out of that one.

With a typically embittered, but ultimately compliant turn, Jackie strode over, whished past the recliner and coffee table, and swiveled back around to sit on her weird older brother's lap. As soon as her soft, tight butt touched his outer thigh, however, he clicked his tongue.

"Ah-ah, sis," he crooned disapprovingly. "I want you to face me."

Jackie's look was the kind of unofficial warning that officers were trained to emit. But Adam simply spoke up again, as matter-of-fact as a textbook. "Sis, I'm cold, remember? The closer and more wrapped up we are, the warmer I'll be."

A sigh left the girl's lips as she found herself unwilling to admit how dumb she was for trying to argue anything otherwise inside her head. "Fine." Standing up again, she turned around, and began to settle downward. Adam was a kind of thin guy, moreso than even her, so it wasn't as problematic as it could've been. But it was still a little awkward. Jackie at first pushed her left foot into the corner of the seat and plopped down, only to have her right leg dangling awkwardly over the curvature of the armrest. With a huff, she pushed up and dislodged her foot from the seat cushions and pulled back, then, with two free legs, planted her feet on the back support and sat down like so -- despite the discomfort, she managed to then curl them around Adam's back and position her criss crossed feet to face behind her after tightly tucking them, along with her shins, underneath Adam's rear and upper thighs. After some work, she was officially, successfully on her needy brother's lap. Kind of looked like she was straddling him, actually.

"Isn't this great, sis? We're really close to each other." Adam, who had remained quiet while she tried to do two kinds of gymnastics at once, was grinning a little more than Jackie would've liked.

But that was ignorable. Thankfully, the weird part was out of the way.

Only, it wasn't. Having practically mounted him and helped him warm up, Jackie wasn't in the best position to watch her show anymore. And she wasn't really sure where to put her hands and arms, as she tried to keep her chest and Adam's face an acceptable distance from each other. It was like trying to take out the trash while walking away from a conversation, it was terrible.

She was about to complain to Adam when he said something.

"Sorry, what?" Jackie missed it.

"I said," the brother drawled, "nothing about our bodies should creep each other out. After all, we're siblings, right?"

Jackie nodded. "Of course, we're sister and brother."

"Which also means nothing that we do to each other's bodies should be creepy or out of place either, no matter what, and no matter what for."

Jackie frowned, impatiently staring at him. "Yes... Adam are you trying to do one of those things where you make me say some dumb thing again and make fun of me? I'm gonna tell Mom."

"My point," Adam shifted slightly as he suddenly used both of his hands to grip Jackie's hips. "is that I'm just so glad you're here to help make me more comfortable. That's all." What happened next would probably look like some sort of passionate tryst to an outside eye. Jackie, however, only looked down apathetically, even when Adam pulled her closer and squished her right against him, mano e wo-mano.

"Oh," Jackie also flinched a little as she realized his face was now buried in her petite chest. She sighed quietly as he began to swing his face left and right into her B-cup bosom. Then she remembered what she was planning to say from earlier. "Adam, when you're done, could we move the chair so I could watch my show?" With her hair swishing over Adam's frenetic head below her, she cocked her head and moved her lips down to bring them closer to his ear. "Adam?"

Adam emerged from her chest, face flushed. She blinked, wondering what had him so excited. Then she thought, it may be because he was attracted to her breasts. Could he be some kin-bumping pervert or something?

Hm. Well, whatever.

She wanted to watch Gossip Girl right now, and she was determined to get through this session without missing any more of it!

Placing both hands on her hips, she looked down defiantly. "Adam, did you hear anything I just sai--EEEEEEEEKKmmphhh!"

With no warning, Adam had slipped his hands under his sister's oversized shirt and pinched her nipples, twisting them just enough to send a potent, painful, but not too shocking tingle through her body. When he removed them, he watched the cute, pretty teen's reaction.

She was breathing a little hard. Flipped her hair over her shoulder. After looking down and swallowing a bit, she finally cleared her throat and looked back at Adam, a slight sniffle in her nose.

"That hurt," she said.

Whatever that was that left Adam's teeth, it was probably the second cousin of a nervous chuckle. Whoops, he thought , didn't mean to go that far. It even looked like she was about to cry.

On second thought, she probably wasn't used to that strong a stimulation yet. Or maybe her nipples were just very sensitive. Either way...

"Hey, hey, sis, don't... don't cry... are you? You are. Okay, just -- easy now., it's gonna be... fine." Adam tried to comfort her as Jackie suddenly buried her face in her hands and plunged into the unwholesome depths of his right shoulder. It wasn't really a success. The whole human handkerchief thing wasn't ever his forte, anyway.

Summoning the grace of a robot he rose one hand to pat his little sister on her back. It underwent mild trembles, like mini-Reichters.

Despite the situation, Adam's hardening dick and her warm, soft, slender body rubbing up against him and it were immensely titillating at the moment. This was still as good as it had ever been in this household before. He had convinced his sister to straddle him and let him touch her body any way he wished, for any reason he could have. He had made it so his erection rubbing against her pantie-clad vagina gave her no cause for concern.

No matter what. He had really tweaked the associations in her mind to completely stifle any rational thought, while, of course, preserving the rational process. It is through that power, that of rationalization, that lies at the heart of any grade-B mental construct -- and with it, anyone could be made to do and think anything. Anything at all.

Truly my greatest invention to date. Adam mentally patted himself with a smile as a light bulb suddenly went off in him.

Anything...

Turning his attention to Jackie, Adam knew why she always put on a cold front to people like him was because inside she was generally a sensitive softie, just didn't like to show it. She wanted to be as outgoing and tough as Kathy but she had always been the one playing with the dollhouse while Kathy chatted with the boys and the girls alike and always smiled and posed for the camera in spite of a teary-eyed little Jacqueline. Always made for funny dinner talk, even if Jackie would resurrect the cold shoulder in full **** whenever brought up.

But now... now, with this logic-manipulating device, maybe Adam could implement some changes of his own in her. He already did with the pants and the suggestion slanted towards her underwear preference. But an actual personality bump would be intriguing to see.

Adam pondered as Jackie sniffled against his shoulder, leaving her handy pussy against his throbbing, pulsating dick. He pushed her harder against it, nodding in satisfaction as she voiced no protest through her quiet tearing.

No worries, darling. No worries. Your older brother will help fix you up. So much so... he doesn't even know where to start...

I'm thinking of giving her either a) an obsessive masochistic drive, b) a secret fetish for being degraded and humiliated, or c) a personality reversal to make her more assertive and less of a shit-taker, the kind of girl she'd like to be -- only, bent to my sexually polluted concoctions... and with the kind of incestual teetering, of course, that'll come bundled in by default.

With a faint grin, he watched as Jackie's hair curled up along his clavicle, and curled his lips.

Or I could just let her be. Apologize. Make up and shit. (sigh) Where's the fun in that, though? He pushed her harder against his dick as he rubbed into her front pelvis like it was a cleaning sponge. Though maybe I could always just nail her right here, right now. Can't I, my sweet little sis?

Shaking his head, he considered his options.