Not For Sale

"Kids, we are out the door in five -- get a move on!"

The Alberts were hours away from their long-awaited and much-needed vacation, and Mrs. Albert was getting nervous that she couldn't hear the rolling of her son or daughter's suitcases on the floor upstairs yet. 'It's probably Hannah making sure she has every one of her fifteen-thousand bathing suits,' thought Mrs. Albert as she checked her watch and went through her carry on in the kitchen.

A moment or two later and she could hear at least one of her children making their way down the stairs. It was Mark by the sound of it -- at around 6'2" and 200 lbs. the solid young man's steps were unmistakable. He didn't need to pack nearly as much, just a bathing suit and some warm weather clothes.

"Rio De Janeiro here we come!" Mark exclaimed as he rounded the corner to join his mother in the kitchen. His mother thought to herself what a handsome boy he had become, and he looked it in his sweater and jeans, though he'd obviously need to change into something warmer when they arrived.

Mark's aunt had been suckered into one of those time-share sales pitches and ended up with a few weeks in a beautiful Rio beachfront home that they couldn't make time to use. So when they offered a week to Mark's family, the four had quickly agreed to take the vacation together. Rio de Janeiro was supposed to be beautiful in February, as opposed to the cold winter winds of the Midwest.

When Mark's dad joined his wife and son in the kitchen it was time to yell up to Hannah once again, from whom came:

"I'M COMING!" from Hannah in an annoyed tone upstairs.

Hannah stopped briefly and grabbed the sexy pair of black-laced panties she thought she might get to show to one of the vacationing boys she hoped to find there. Her brother would inevitably be staying out late banging some dim-witted college girls as she knew him to do; why couldn't she have a little fun?

High school boys could be so frustrating. Hannah had a few times thought about giving her cherry to a boy she'd really liked, but they'd all disappointed her somehow. Whether it was bragging to their friends, or treating her badly to look cool... every one of them just wasn't worth it. But it was no wonder that they kept pursuing her -- Hannah was a stunner. She had deep green eyes with large black limbal rings around them, which looked almost animalistic when she was scolding her brother. Hannah's thick brown hair looked good straightened as she usually wore it or tossed up in a ponytail as it was when she headed downstairs. Her family finally saw her rounding the corner to the kitchen, wearing tight black yoga pants and an equally tight Yankees t-shirt over her 32C breasts.

"You don't even like the Yankees!" exclaimed Mark as his sister came into view. His eyes widened when he saw how little her outfit left to the imagination.

"Oh shut up Mark!" She got so frustrated with him sometimes. He was always picking on her, and though she sometimes liked it (it was like flirting practice for boys at school) he often got on her nerves, like he was now.

Mark couldn't help himself most times; she was an easy target. Plus, it helped him to distance himself in his relationship with his sister. He often felt bad how turned on he got when Hannah's friends came to visit or sleep over. As a senior in college, he wasn't supposed to find their teen bodies and their scantily clad nighttime appearances so arousing. They were his sister's age, and she was a battle unto herself.

Hannah almost never covered up at home. Mark had more than once walked in on her naked and brushing her hair in the hall bath, causing her to jump and her tits to jiggle as she shrieked and he mumbled an apology. He was guiltily familiar with the particular shade of pink of his little sister's nipple that showed when her loose-fitting tank top had drooped during a lazy day on the couch. And seeing the sexy brunette's petite frame tanning on their deck with her bikini untied... it was sometimes too much.

So Hannah and her brother typically kept each other at a distance, which helped to calm some of the storms that can arise between two stubborn teens living together at home. Hannah's mother talked to her once or twice about being more discreet around her brother, but it still seemed like every other morning that he was seeing her cute pussy lips peeking out at him as she bent over to put makeup on in the mirror and he swung open the un-closed bathroom door.

Once or twice Mark had slipped into the unwitting fantasy of closing that bathroom door behind him and teaching Hannah a lesson or two about being naked around him, but his senses got the better of him. More than twice he'd found visions of her swimming around in his head as he released a little pent-up steam in bed at night, but those he shook as soon as he realized their presence as well.

And so, Mark did as he usually did when Hannah's tight ass had him wound up: he pushed the thought from his head, figuring that any 18-year-old with yoga pants hugging her cheeks the way Hannah's did would have his cock hardening the way it now was. His hardness made another appearance on the plane when Hannah's t-shirt rode up as she slept against the window, looking adorable. He gazed at her flat tummy before pulling the shirt down undetected. Brat or not, he didn't want the young guy in the next row checking out his little sister any more than he already was.

The family completed their travels about six hours after leaving the kitchen together, and they were tired. That long trip, cooped up in an airline seat or the back of the uncomfortable resort bus left all four family members longing for a nap before they arrived in the early afternoon. Hannah was the first to go for it after they'd ooo-ed and ahhhh-ed over the beauty of their temporary home. She pulled her t-shirt over her head as she sauntered down the hallway, revealing a comfortable cotton bra that Mark's eyes couldn't miss before she closed the door behind her and laid down on the soft bed.

Mark went to his own bedroom and dozed off to the image of his sister's backside burned into his eyelids: her wiry arms prying the skin-tight cotton tee off her body and the flexing of her beautiful back as she lifted her arms over her head... it simply wouldn't leave him until he was fast asleep. Even then it was Hannah's body that pervaded his dreams as he napped, his own little sister causing his cock to stand at attention for the better part of an hour or two before:

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Mark rubbed his eyes and let out a yawning mumble "yeah I'll be there in a minute!"

"Come on sleepyhead," squealed his sister.

Mark got out of bed and went to the door, his sister didn't seem like she was going to let up until he showed her he was out of bed. When he came to the door and cracked it open so light streamed onto his face, his little sister stood there at the threshold with her hip cocked, looking hot as ever. She was all prepped and ready to go, hair pulled back with a pair of sunglasses atop it, a yellow spaghetti-strap top holding up her beautiful rack, and jean shorts so short he could see the pockets peeking from below the tattered hem. She had obviously been working on her tan leading up to the vacation, and it made every inch of exposed skin a magnet for her brother's eyes.

'What the hell, man!' Mark thought as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, 'We've only been here an hour or two and you're already gawkin' your own sis!' Mark had suspected Hannah was going to be showing off a bit when they got on vacation; she was starting to develop that curiousness that high-school girls as pretty as her did when boys were checking her out everywhere she went. He didn't expect, however, to be one of those guys himself, but it was happening regardless. Thoughts wandering, he readied himself and by the time he emerged his family was already walking out the door.

"Where are we headed anyway?" Mark called after his mom as he closed the front door behind him.

"Well," she replied, "since we always wait to go into town 'til the last day, and your father and I explored the grounds while you two were wasting time napping, we figured we'd go see what downtown has to offer."

Mark and his sister beamed at her suggestion, they both figured they'd be more likely to find a cute boy or girl there rather than the resort. But Mark found one sooner than that; on the bus to the town's main street, a desirable looking brunette caught Mark's eye and seemed to be sitting alone. Mark got up from his seat and approached her; he'd only just sat down next to Hannah and he figured she wouldn't mind. He cracked a joke and politely asked to join her and before long, the two of them were smiling and chatting like old friends.

Hannah did mind, however. Mark's new seat had left her feeling awkwardly alone. Her parents in the row in front of them were flirting in that weird way they sometimes did, and it made Hannah want to gag. Instead she turned her head and decided to get a better look at the girl Mark had found.

'That's just like him,' she thought with a twinge of anger. But it wasn't anger that struck her as she eyed up the new flavor of the week, it was jealousy, and it was causing her to start comparing the brunette's attributes to her own. 'My tits are definitely better than hers,' she thought begrudgingly, her hands made their way to her own breasts, feeling them to be sure. 'And she's not in shape at all,' she kept spinning. By the time they arrived downtown, she had analyzed every part of the girl without even realizing it and was sure she was prettier in every way. But then, like her brother, she had to scold herself for getting so worked up over her brother's new friend. Hannah thought maybe she just needed something to eat to cure her crankiness.

But her wrath didn't stop there, or at the dirty look she gave the new girl as she stood giggling with her brother as they stepped off the bus. Mark's parents were prepared to give him a minute as they checked out the downtown, and then maybe let him go off on his own, but Hannah had no such plans.

"Daaaaddd, I want to go try on some clothes, can you ask Mark to come with me?"

"Honey, he's busy, I'm not going to interrupt him while he's talking to his new friend," her father replied. "Just come with your mother and me to this art gallery and then we'll go wherever you want.

"No way, I know how long I could end up looking at some silly painting with you two! I'll just go alone."

"Oh no you don't Hannah," he retorted immediately, but she was already headed away from him and pretended not to hear. Her father then called after her: "you can't go anywhere around here alone!" But it was no use, she was obviously cranky and he knew that she wasn't going to listen to him when she was acting like that. So Mr. Albert, with a sorrowful look on his face, interrupted his son's conversation with the pretty girl and explained he'd need to run after his sister and be her bodyguard until she came around. Mark huffed and hawed, but in a few seconds he'd agreed to meet Emily, whose name he'd just learned, later that night and took off after his sister.

"Hannah, wait up!" He said as he was about 30 feet behind her. She was about to turn the corner so he hustled and caught up to her.

"What's gotten into you Hannah, why didn't you answer me? I know you heard me." Mark asked as he grabbed her arm and she finally stopped her long strides.

"Well excuse me; I didn't think it could be you calling me. You were so busy with that skanky looking girl you met on the bus; I didn't think you'd have found the time to come after me."

Hannah nearly winced as she said the words. She realized as they came out that they were a bit harsh, and she shouldn't be acting so jealous; it was only her brother after all. She looked up at him, her eyes had been fixed at her feet. Mark didn't see a scowl as he'd expected after that outburst, but a hesitant smile. He knew the look well; it was always his favorite way of avoiding a fight with her. So he put on a big smile and Hannah began to giggle as she always did when she realized she was being crabby.

"Let's get you something to eat," Mark said as he took her hand and they turned back in the direction Hannah had been heading. "But don't think I'm going to sit around while you try on ten thousand hats like we did in Mexico."

Hannah laughed as she remembered it, happy that her brother had joined her and left the bimbo who'd been stealing all his attention. She didn't like to admit it, but even though she and her brother had the occasional explosive fight, there was nothing like a good laugh with him; it cheered her up immediately.

Before long, the two siblings were casually rambling the streets of the admittedly dingy town, though the delicious pastry Hannah was snacking on was a thing of wonder. As she felt the sugary sweetness touch her lips for the first time, she began to feel better; or maybe it was her brother's arm around her that did it. She could see why girls liked him . He was handsome and smart, and he was so good at making her feel the way she did now: happy. At a sleepover one night, one of her friends had suggested that Mark looked like Jake Gyllenhaal, and though she'd said she didn't see it, she had probably watched every movie he'd been in twice since. Once again she felt grateful she'd pried him away from the other girl.

So they went on, walking and talking with Mark poking fun at Hannah for the pockets of her jean-shorts showing and Hannah clinging to her brother's arm like a child. At one point, with his arm wrapped around her, Mark felt the hem of her shirt rise up and his hand fell upon bare skin. He knew he should have moved it, but when Hannah didn't say anything he decided against it. Besides, it was an innocent touch, like the way his fingers moved all by themselves and pried at the waist of her shorts daringly. He must have just been feeling a bit turned on by the girl his sister had successfully twat-blocked him from.

They stopped in to a few interesting looking stores; Hannah tried on a hat at one of them to get a rise out of her brother and the shopkeeper threw them out when they bumped into a display as he grabbed it from her head. At one point, Hannah convinced her brother to come into a store with all kinds of clothing displayed outside. He sighed and ducked under a low-hanging wind-chime as he followed his sister in the store. She pranced about a bit, looking at this and that before going to the changing room to try something on.

Mark had his back turned when Hannah came out.

"What do you think?" She said as Mark turned to face her. She stood posing in the same jean shorts but an entirely different top. It looked to be knitted, probably by the woman standing at the entrance to the store, and it wasn't quite opaque. It didn't hardly cover half of her upper body, stopping halfway up her abdomen. He could see tiny gaps in the woven fabric throughout, with Hannah's chest peeking through at him. When he noticed the darker pink circles atop her perky breasts, he looked away.

"Hannah, I think I can see a little too much through that!" He exclaimed.

"Oh settle down you dog, I'll wear something underneath it, I just want your opinion."

"It looks real nice Hannah," Mark assured, looking at her kind-of sideways.

His eyes stopped for a moment and Hannah looked down to see what he saw. One of her nipples had found its way through the fabric and was poking through clearly. She shrugged her shoulders and said:

"Ooops, maybe you're right," twitching a bit as she tucked the nub beneath the fabric and closed the door to the changing room. She felt a bit naughty revealing herself like that to her brother, but it wasn't that different from what he got at home -- this time was just a bit more... obvious, she supposed.

"Alright already," she called to him, having redressed herself and emerged from the changing room, "you can look now Mr. righteous." She gave him a snooty look and walked to the door to pay for her new shirt. Mark noticed immediately that she had folded her yellow top half-way up and under, and his wide eyes gave him away.

"Jeez, what are you, my dad?" She probed him, "It's hot out here and unless you want to see me sweating, I'm going to fold up my damn shirt."

"Wow, okay," he said backing off, "I was just worried the midriff-monster had gotten to you in the changing room."

"Ugh," she breathed, walking out of the store with her cute new purchase, she couldn't wait to try it on later.

They kept on roaming about until Mark finally said, "we should probably think about heading back, it's got to be two hours since we left mom and dad."

Hannah didn't look pleased but she agreed and they turned to go back and meet their parents. However, as they made their way back, something caught Hannah's eye. Down a side street, beyond a dark stretch of road there was a sign that said simply "ANTIQUES," and it was probably a hundred feet from anything resembling a store. 'What an odd place for an antique store,' she thought inwardly, 'and that is definitely the first sign I've seen in a while written in English,' her brain hinted. She felt oddly drawn toward it.

"Mark, come on, check this out," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him off their intended path.

"What is it now Han'?"

"Look at this place! Why do you think it's it so far from everything else," she said with childlike wonder in her eyes. It was cute, and Mark decided against raining on her parade, instead following her lead, even if the alley did give him the creeps.

They passed a few doors to what were probably garages on the other side, and an abandoned old barber shop before they were standing beneath the buzzing, neon sign. The window panes were cloudy and the inside was only dimly lit, but he had to admit -- it was intriguing. Mark was content to just look through the storefront, but Hannah would have none of it, and once again he was treated with a view of her denim-hugged behind as she pranced into the store.

"Greetings children..." Mark practically jumped as the old woman sitting behind a very old-looking desk spoke to them. Her face was only lit by a small desk lamp, but it didn't look pretty. In fact, it looked exactly as he might have expected to, like the croaking voice that had come from her old, dry lips.

"What can I help you with my dear?" asked the old woman in the direction of his sister.

The place may have creeped Mark out, but Hannah seemed entirely unfazed, as was her nature.

"Oh nothing," she beamed, "we're just bored and we saw your shop from way down the street."

"Ahh yes," croaked the old lady, "many years ago this was the busiest street in town, but not anymore. Perhaps I can find something to cure your boredom young girl, why don't you and your boyfriend follow me!"

Mark was about to protest, but Hannah gave him a look that suggested he ought to just let that one slide. So they followed the old woman further back into the shop, into a small alcove created by three enormous armoires, each with hundreds of tiny drawers. A small, square window above them cast dim light on a table directly in the center of the alcove; dust particles lingered listlessly in the air.

Hannah turned to her brother with an excited grin; perhaps Hannah had finally led him somewhere that didn't involve pastel colors or pretty beads this time. The two siblings waited anxiously as the old woman fumbled through a few drawers near the middle of one armoire.

Out of the drawers she'd chosen, the old woman drew three glass vials. Each held a liquid of slightly different color, with a thick, syrupy appearance.

"Bored you say?" she asked. "Try one of these and I promise all your boredom will melt away! Place three drops of this green elixir in a cup of tea before bed, and you'll find your dreams utterly at your control. " As she described it, she held the vial to the light and the two Albert children found their eyes glued to it. "A touch of this red one to your tongue, and you'll find any food tastes one thousand times better, if only for a few moments.