Prodigal Son

It was a long Saturday evening when I walked back into the small studio apartment I shared with my little sister. Given how young she was at a budding 18 years old, her side of the room was all pink and covered in lace, while my side had a more austere and efficient look. There were two things that were similar about us : first was our shared passion for gaming and indeed both sides of the room were dominated by gaming setups, hers in a rainbow color that constantly irritated me, mine with a simple black rig. There was a line of blue tape separating the two sides of the room. The only thing that crossed this line was a small black bean bag which we shared. The only other parts of the apartment we shared were obviously the kitchen and the bathroom.

As far as siblings went we were close and loving. Often we talked for long hours into the night without any rivalry, especially since our parents were overseas. We had both inherited my father’s small stature and smooth skin. I was short for a boy, and despite several hours in the gym a week, had never grown any muscle, leading to a slim physique. Lastly, since I pretty much never grew hair below my eyebrows, I had resigned myself to remain my effeminate self. Why should I worry about something I could not change ? My little sister was similarly proportioned, though much cuter and her breasts were just starting to bud out, same with her other assets. Long brown hair and almond green eyes, and a cute little button nose completed her look. I myself was a full head taller but than that still only amounted to 5 foot 8 inches. I had short blond hair inherited from my mother, and was peculiarly skinny. My sister in particular was very weak physically but had the graceful movements of a ballet dancer. She loved to spend time in the ballroom section of the gym, and has already competed in several dance competitions. She hadn’t won any yet and I had promised to help her train next time she goes.

In any case, I stagger up the stairs and open the door to the sound of a k-pop band playing. Groaning, I step into the kitchen and drop the two bags of groceries I had been carrying with a heavy thump. I yell to my Alyssa who has her massive gaming headphones wrapped around her skull and she looks over with a start and tosses her headphones onto the bed.

“Hey bro, did you get the cookies ?” She says excitedly, her high pitched voice soothing to my ears. She gets up off the bed, a cute little skirt on that just barely shows the edges of her buttocks and a tank top on. She, unfortunately in my eyes, has a passion for cosplay which just crossed the edge into obsession, to the point where the only time she wore normal clothes was outside, and sometimes not even then.

“Hey sis, you are welcome, and yes” I say sarcastically but rustle her head.

She scoffs and rummages through the two bags before popping up triumphantly, box of cookies held high. She hugs me then starts to scamper back to her game.

“Hold up, sis. Put away the groceries while I take a shower” I say.

“Really ? Do I have too ? I only have 10 minutes left in the game. It’s a championship!” She whines.

“Yes, you do. And i know its not a championship, you still are barely out of silver. Besides, you have been on since 6am. Take a break. ” She sighs and comes closer, tossing the box of cookies on the bed. As she comes near I snag her arms and stop her. “Besides…” I slowly bend myself into a squat and move her hips forward into my face. I lift up the skirt and lightly press a kiss into the small bulge hidden behind the pink panties. “I will make it up to you…”.