Family Bonds

The more I thought about it the more I thought she'd become such a little tease lately. There had been moments where she'd brushed against me, or flashed a bit of skin in my way but I thought it was all because she was comfortable around me and probably didn't mean to. But right now, she was intentionally riling me up. Had she wanted me to touch her or was this just some part of her new game. Since Kelly had gotten into her head she'd been flirting with guys and wrapping them around her finger with her little mind games. Was I just another one of her projects, what did she want from me exactly? Probably just wanted me to do her homework or her chores or something. Still it made me think of how I would get my revenge. How I could make her squirm. See I might have played games to get her to do stuff but I played fun risky games. After all I was the one who got her to do everything when we were younger.

"Where did you learn that stuff?" She said lifting her head up off the pillow.

"The internet," I said matter of factly. She just laughed at my response.

"Really, researching or something?" She said leaning back on her elbows.

"First it started off as watching porn but then I realized there was something to it. I thought to myself if I can't be popular I want to be good at that. So I watched their techniques and put them to practice. Has worked pretty well so far," I said grinning like I had just put my hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

"Can you please tell other guys to take a page out of your book?" She whined laughing.

"Nope," I said plainly. "Then I wouldn't have my edge and I need it so girls spread the word of my skills," I replied with a cheesy smile added for flare. She just smiled coyly back at me like she was mulling something over in her head before she spoke again.

"So did she return the favor?"

"Quite swiftly, I might add. No sooner had my finger slipped inside her had she pulled back my shorts to tug away."

"Tug away," she mimicked giggling.

"Would you prefer the analogy of bashing my bishop?" I replied mockingly. She couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"OMG!" she said in between cackles.

The laughs through her body sent vibrations through her legs. Her right calf gyrated against my hard cock and I felt a warmth rise from my loins. If she kept up putting pressure there I would pop.

"Was she good?" She finally asked after calming down.

"Not bad, I mean I only have a few to compare it to and it wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. It's all about how soft the hands are," I said gesturing by spinning them in place.

"I think I remember you saying Penny was the best."

"Good memory, yeah she had the softest hands."

"Are they as soft as mine?" She said wiggling down further so I could reach them, all the while dragging her leg down my crotch, rest it just above her knee. I reached out hesitantly wondering if this was just more of her mind game and took her slender fingers into mine. Her petite hand was almost as soft as her thigh, her spindly fingers crossing in my grip.

"Those are probably softer," I admitted wondering for a moment what they would be like wrapped around my pulsing member.

"No wonder I haven't had any complaints," she replied with a giggle.

Once she slipped her hand from mine she didn't move back, she stayed close to me and ever so slightly inched her thigh side to side as if looking for a place to comfortably rest it. It was driving me crazy.

"Well that about wraps it up," I said lying back on the bed. "Not much more to tell."

"I appreciate you telling me," she said slipping across my crotch, using it as a spring board to jump off the end of my bed, my tented shorts dragging against the cleft of her butt. I let out a grunt as she leapt up.

"Dad said he wants to watch a movie tonight, you going to watch?" She asked tilting back towards me. I sat up fast trying to hide my tepee.

"Yeah sure," I said quickly trying to plot my revenge.

"See you at dinner," she said bouncing out of my room.

Fucking hell, I thought. What was that all about? Had Kelly put her up to this I thought, or was this all because of what she heard? Did she really just want to experience a good time? I had to find out. This was going to be the plot for my revenge. How much was she looking for a good time, enough to do it in front of her precious daddy? Well within a bit over an hour I was going to put it to the test. I was always good at pushing her to be bad. What better way than to corrupt my sweet little sister.

I ran over the steps I would take to create the perfect situation. I would make sure she sat on the couch opposite the parentals and grab a blanket just like the one I'd used at the party with Kelly. I sat there plotting my revenge when my concentration was broken by my mum calling up the stairs.

"Dinner you two," she shouted. I promptly went down stairs and sat at the dinner table. We ate and bollocked on about our days like we usually did as a family and then dad went into the lounge to make his pick.

"Since it was my turn I thought I'd download that new Hercules movie for a laugh." I groaned knowing how terrible it was going to be. But then it was actually a blessing. I wasn't really going to be paying too much attention to it anyway. Better it be a terrible film than one I actually wanted to watch.

Mum and dad sat together cuddled up on one couch and Chelsea and I sat on the other. This was our usual arrangement. This time though I grabbed a blanket to throw over my legs. It wasn't particularly cold but the night was cooler than the day, there was a change coming. So it wasn't too strange that I had brought a cover, considering I was still in my school shorts. Chelsea still hadn't changed and sat cross legged next to me. It was all going to plan. Dad dimmed the lights and started the movie, I offered some of my blanket to Chelsea like a gentlemen even though my intent had been nothing of the sort. She took the bait and dragged it across her lap. The movie played in front of us in a loud obnoxious fashion just how I'd expected it to. I tested the waters of my plan first by shimmying a little so the corners of our knees were touching. She didn't flinch nor did she move. It wasn't that much of a surprise it's not like we hadn't touched each other a heap of times. It was a little different though. Wasn't the usual leaning against each other, it had a different energy to it. Maybe it was because of how she teased me earlier or I was making it up in my mind due to the fact that I knew what I was going to do next. Either way it felt different.

We sat there for about twenty minutes, occasionally moving slightly so my knee rubbed against hers. No reaction yet which is what I'd kind of expected, that was going to change soon though. I slipped my hand down to the side of my right leg, which meant it was only inches away from hers. Very hesitantly I stretched my fingers out and touched the outside of her thigh just above the knee. It was a soft touch and it was with the back of my hand. I carefully stroked her without taking my attention off the screen in front of us. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her turn slightly to try to look at me. I stayed calm, facing the flickering screen, pretending I didn't notice. Surprisingly she hadn't taken my hand away but as I stroked up and down I could feel her leg twitch from time to time. Maybe I was tickling a sensitive spot. I decided to not press my luck there and moved further up the top of her knee. There I place my palm flat against her skin, not gripping or really moving until she seemed calm. Her body gave a little shudder at the tip of my fingers touched inside the arch of her knee. Again she shot a glance at me but didn't make it obvious. I merely smirked, so she could see my response.

Still she hadn't moved. She stayed in the same upright position with her legs crossed. For almost fifteen minutes I softly massaged around her knee and the base of her thigh. I could tell she enjoyed it as occasionally she would breathe slightly heavier than usual. Time to press the advantage I thought and snuck my hand higher on her thigh, drawing circles each time ever so slightly larger than the one before it. Her pale skin grew softer and silkier the further I rose up her leg. I was half way up her thigh and under the tip of her dress when I heard her gasp softly. I could tell she loved it and wanted more, so who was I not to deliver. I kept up my assault and delved further into the unknown. It was a slow game of cat and mouse; I would go forward then back, building up the intensity. There was something about it so naughty, so taboo. Here I was teasing my little step sister right in front of our parents and they were none the wiser. The excitement of touching her with the fear of being caught was stronger than any sexual force I'd felt before. I was so hot for her in that moment. If I could and if she'd let me I would have torn her clothes off right there and done things to her that I'd only dreamed of. But alas I'd have to settle for my fingers on her delicates.

Filled with lust for my little sister's enjoyment I climbed higher touching the archway that was the top of her thigh. I could feel clammy sweat that had collected just on the outskirts of her panties. Her breathes became heavier again, still not loud but definitely noticeable from where I sat. Stretching out my fingers I pawed at the soft cotton panties, gliding across the sheer surface. I partly turned towards her so I could see her expression. She had her eyes closed for a moment before she bit down onto her lip. It was so fucking hot. She was trying hard not to cry out, not wanting to alert our parents to the devious act that was taking part only a few feet away from them. I cupped my hand around the smoothness of her mound, nudging, probing with the weight of my fingers. Already the front of her panties felt misty and slippery, the heat burning through the front of the thin fabric. I parted my fingers and pressed central with my middle digit, flanking to her smooth skin either side of her panties, her body twitching uncontrollably from the touch. She squeaked weakly as my flanking finger tips dug under the corners of insignificant desirables.

I froze and stared across to mum and dad to see if they'd stirred. Dad's looked up from the screen for a moment.

"Was that you Chelsea?" He asked looking in our direction. She was almost lost for words and replied with an "uh huh... I... I just had an itch," she said voice crackling.

"Oh," he said turning back to the terrible film. We sat there stunned, not moving for fear of him turning back. I took it as a sign. The movie was feeling like it was drawing to a close. Our little game had taken so long that I almost lost track of the time. As a final tease, I drew my fingers that under her panties down the sides of her smooth, glazed lips while thrusting my middle finger against the hard nub of her clit through the white cloth. I watched as she fought back a moan, sending a quiver through her bottom lip before I took the pressure away and drag my hands from her forbidden lovelies. She panted heavily as I pulled my hand back to my lap, grinning at my accomplishment. Revenge was sweet I thought to myself, oh so sweet.

About ten minutes later the film ended, I had barely watched any of it. All I saw was The Rock poncing about pretending to be tough as I was a tad distracted. Dad got up and turned the tv off.

"So what did you think?" He said excitedly.

"Yeah... It was pretty shit," I said making Chelsea laugh.

"Are you kidding me, it was awesome. With the fights and the computer generated..." He said before I interrupted.

"Grossly inaccurate," I said raising a finger, "terrible acting," I said raising another, "painful dialogue, bad cgi. Are you sure we were watching the same movie?" Chelsea couldn't help but giggle, she was my partner in crime after all.

"We just have different tastes," Greg said trying to justify his position.

"That's fair, you like bad films while I like good ones," I added smartly.

"Alright, that's enough you two," Mum interjected. "Time for bed, but just so you know honey, it was terrible," she said patting him on the chest. Chelsea and I both sniggered at the comment.

"I thought it was alright," he said as if dejected. I grabbed the blanket and headed up stairs. I stopped at the top for Chelsea to walk past me. I grinned at her deviously as she reached the top.

"I know you enjoyed the movie on some level," I said poking at her. "Anyway I'm off to bed. Sweet dreams sis," I said turning and heading to my room, grinning like a fool after I'd closed the door.

I lay on my bed, smug at my accomplishment when something hit me. Some part of the act hadn't felt right, like maybe I had taken advantage of her or that we crossed a line we shouldn't. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I felt like I should go and say something. I knew she was next door because I heard her door close a moment after mine. I decided I should probably go talk to her; I didn't want things to get awkward, well more awkward than this was likely to be. I stepped into the wardrobe and knocked on her door.

"Hey, it's me," I said wearily. "Can I come in for a sec?" There was a long pause before she replied. "Yeah." I opened the door and saw her lying in her bed with her pjs on; her school uniform scrunched up in the corner of the room.

"Ready for bed?" I said making awkward chit chat. She just nodded and mmed not looking in my direction. "I um..." I started. "I just wanted to see if you were ok." She kinda looked in my direction and replied meekly.

"I'm fine." I felt ill at her response, she didn't look fine the act had obviously affected her.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry if I hurt you, I didn't plan on doing anything to hurt you it was just..." I said before she cut me off.

"You didn't hurt me, it was just weird."

I felt like hitting myself for being so stupid. I'd gone and messed up probably the best relationship in my life for a few moments fun. "Oh god, I am so sorry," I said sincerely. "I thought I was playing the game we started earlier and you said you wanted a guy that could please you and... I don' know what I was thinking."

"It wasn't bad," she added shyly. "It's just a little confusing right now."

"Yeah, I get that. I just thought I'd come and say it doesn't change anything. You can still come to me with stuff and you're still my favourite person in the world."

"Thanks," she said pushing part of her fringe behind her ear smiling a little.

"Ok, I'll just go and head butt the wall for a bit now," I said feeling so stupid. She laughed a bit at my comment.

"Don't hurt yourself too much. I still want you around." Her comment made me feel like less of a dick, well partly. I smiled pained and made my way back to my room. I lay back on my bed for a while staring at the roof, hoping my brain would just shut down. I felt bad though, like I'd taken this innocence away from her. I mean I knew other guys had done other things to her but on some level it made me feel like I'd corrupted her too much, like she hadn't wanted it as much as she let on. Eventually exhaustion took me and I dozed off. Unfortunately for me it wasn't a great sleep and I was plagued with guilt until I woke up in the morning.

After a terrible night's sleep I made my way down to the kitchen. I could hear the shower already and gathered Chelsea was ahead of me this morning. Slowly, sloth-like even I slurped a bowl of cereal. I hadn't even noticed Chelsea come into the kitchen. I must have been there a while in my hazy stupor cos I could have sworn I heard her in the shower. I looked up like a zombie to her in school garb grabbing the cereal down from the top shelf.

"Morning," I moaned.

"Morning," she replied a lot chirpier than I had. She turned around to look at before she commented again. "Wow you look terrible."

"Thanks," I replied blinking at turtle speed.

"Did you stay up til late?" She asked pouring the cereal into a small bowl.

"Couldn't sleep," I replied not really thinking before I spoke. Her facial expression changed mildly for a brief moment but I couldn't quite make it out with my sluggish reaction.

We went silent for a minute before she walked out of the kitchen with her bowl of cereal in hand. I wanted to face plant in mine but fought the urge. I finished what was in my bowl and headed up for a shower. By the time I'd showered and clothed Chelsea was already downstairs sitting on the couch waiting for me. We went to school together each day on the bus and we would wait, or I would for her to be ready. Today was the reverse.

"You ready?" She asked without movie eyes fixed on the crappy cartoons ahead.

"Ah yeah, I just gotta get my lunch from the kitchen," I said picking up my school bag.

"So no would have been a more truthful answer," she said mocking me deadpan.

"Psshh," I scoffed and headed into the kitchen to grab a few things to throw in my bad. Within thirty seconds I was back at the door. "And I'm waiting for you now," I said holding the door open. She took her time in turning off the tv, I was practically tapping my toes in frustration when she picked up her bag. Without a word she brushed past me. She seemed in a mood, aloof even. It wasn't like her at all.

We walked side by side in silence. We both jumped on the bus and separated to sit with different friends. We did this some mornings so it wasn't super strange. I said "cya" to her when we jumped off the bus and that was the last we saw of each other for most of the day. I bumped into her and the girls towards the end of lunch. Nothing seemed off about the group and Chelsea barely said boo. I gathered she hadn't said anything to anyone otherwise there would have been questions. I didn't know what to make of it. As far as I knew she was the kiss and tell type, so either she was ashamed to tell anyone or too hurt to tell anyone, either way it was unsettling. I wondered if I could say any more but decided to try to forget it. If she wanted to speak about it she would.

When we got home the mood hadn't changed, she pretty much kept to herself and spent time up in her room. I didn't see her again after dinner. This continued for almost the whole week, standoffish behavior mixed with rushed conversations. I started to think it was just like one of her other interactions with the guys from school. She'd do something with them and then ditch them. She thought she was working up to better guys or something I heard her say once, made me feel a bit terrible honestly. Here we were closest friends one day then almost acquaintances the next. I was almost going to bring it up again when the cycle changed. One night I was watching the tv in the lounge after the parentals had gone to sleep when she stood next to the couch I was on.

"Mind if I sit there?" she said motioning to the spot next to me.

"Yeah that's cool," I said looking over to the other couch empty as it was. It was the first good sign in about a week.

"What you watching?" She said hugging a pillow. She was in her pink pjs with her hair out; she looked really cute.

"Oh just this doco, it's about aliens and stuff," I said lifting my legs up to the couch.

"Cool," she said looking excited. "I'm totally not tired."

"Yeah neither am I and I thought what the hay this sounded pretty good."

She pulled up her legs up under her chin and continued to hug the pillow. "Did I miss much?" she asked.

"Nah, it was just saying that all this data was collected from ancient Sumeria. They found all sorts of cool stuff that's hard to explain."

"I love this stuff," she said smiling. It was great; it was like having her back again. We sat quietly watching the show for about twenty minutes before she moved. She pushed my feet off the couch and placed the pillow in my lap before stretching out and placing her head on the pillow. I laughed at her action.