Pink Dragonfly

"Yep! Happy birthday big brother!"

"Thanks Tara," he said as she handed him his gift. "But I thought you said that you were the present?"

"Guess I was feeling generous this year and decided to get you two presents."

In two fast swipes of his hands Van had almost ripped all of the wrapping paper off the gift.

"Jeez dude, can't you savor it for, like, a few seconds?"

"Nope," he said as he peeled off the remaining paper from the box.

"Oh," he said with interest, "you got me shoes."

Tara stared at his face intensely.

"Oh my god, you don't like it!" she exclaimed.

"What? I haven't even opened the box yet Tara!"

"Yeah, but you don't like the idea of receiving shoes as a gift, do you?"

"No, it's not that! It's just that nobody's ever given me-"

"I just really thought you'd like them," she said, sounding increasingly hysterical. "Last time I was here you got home from work and your shoes looked like they were gonna fall off your foot and I figured that you'd never buy yourself new ones until they actually did fall off so I made a mental note to get you new ones for your birthday but I've made a huge mistake 'cause you think it's so weird to get shoes as a gift and now I have to go through the trouble to take them back just kill me instead please."

Van watched her closely as tears began to streak down her face.

"Shut the hell up!" he said jovially, knowing that she was just fucking with him.

"Didn't you believe me, though?" she said smiling, wiping tears off her face. "Like the whole time basically you were fooled right? Remembering we are currently under a 'just tell Tara what she wants to hear' policy."

"Oh my gosh, Tara. You were so convincing."

"Thank you, thank you," she said taking a small bow.

"But really though, the crying? That was impressive."

"Yeah. I learned how to fake cry during my short phase of wanting to be an actress."

Van turned his attention back down at the shoe box.

"Seriously Tara, this was super thoughtful. Thank you."

"Well don't thank me until you see them. You really might hate them."

He knew her well enough to know that her fake dramatic outburst really was a cover for the fact that she was just a tiny bit nervous about her gift. He could tell she really wanted him to like them.

"They're great!" he exclaimed as he opened the box, being completely genuine actually.

"Really?"

"They are perfect. I mean, I'm no shoe expert, but I think I can honestly say that I never would have been able to pick out a better pair for myself."

Tara smiled, apparently satisfied with his reaction.

"Well try them on real quick and let's make sure they fit."

He slid them both on his feet and laced them up quickly.

"They fit just right," he said. "And they're comfortable to boot."

"Yay! Well I'm glad...wait. 'Comfortable to boot?' God that was so lame."

He left them on as they returned to their original sitting positions. Van wasn't sure which one had done it, but somehow they had now positioned themselves close enough that their arms and legs were touching just a little bit.

As he stared down at his shoes, not remotely interested in the movie on TV, he couldn't help but notice Tara's boobs just off to the side of his vision. A pretty significant amount of cleavage popped through her top, and Van had a pretty wonderful view of it. At first he tried to just focus on his shoes, feeling that it was very wrong for him to be gaping at his sister. But he found that the more he tried, the more he wanted to look. It started with just quick glances, but as more and more minutes passed, he reached a point where he was just flat out staring intensely at her tits.

"Van? Can you hear me?"

"Huh-what?" he said, coming to his senses. He looked to the side to find Tara's face mostly turned towards him, but still not enough to where he thought she would have noticed where his eyes had been focused.

"I said the movie is over and Jeffrey's asleep. What d'ya wanna watch?"

Van suddenly felt extremely guilty about what he had just been doing. Just like the night before, he felt like he was taking advantage of his little sister's body, even if that time he wasn't even touching her.

"Oh, um, you know what?" he said. "I think I'm just gonna turn in."

"But it's like 8:30!"

"Yeah, I know, but I think I need to bank a few more hours of sleep tonight. Last night really wore me out, and I am getting older, you know."

"Okay," Tara replied, sounding slightly disappointed but also sleepy. "I think I'll join you."

"Oh," Van said, feeling a little shocked, "okay!"

"Wha-I mean like...I'll go to bed too. In the guest room."

Van composed himself, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Oh yeah! I knew that's what you meant."

"Uh-huh, I'm sure you did. Anyway, good night Van."

As she started to stand up, she placed one of her hands on his thighs and used him to help her rise. In that split second when her hand was on his leg, he noticed for the first time that he had gotten just a little bit hard from staring at Tara's tits. Not rock-hard or anything, but just enough to where his dick had grown a little thicker and longer but was still soft enough to lay flat along his thigh.

Her hand landed just on the tip of his penis. He looked quickly at her face to try and read her and see if she had noticed anything, but she was already walking away before he could get a good look.

"Goodnight!" he called out after she was already in her room.

He headed back to his bedroom and took a quick shower. When he got out, he looked at his phone that was on the table beside his bed and saw a blinking blue light.

He picked up his phone and saw that he had a text message from Tara.

"I saw you tonight, btw," it said.

He figured he knew exactly what she was talking about, but decided to play coy.

"Saw me what?" he responded.

Almost immediately, he got a response.

"Ogling."

"Ogling who?" he typed back. "The woman in the movie?"

"The one sitting right next to you."

"No idea what you're talking about."

"Okay, my mistake."

Figuring that was the end of the conversation, Van sat his phone back down on the bedside table and rolled over to go to sleep. Moments later, however, his phone dinged again with another message from Tara.

"Hey, don't forget to get that roll of quarters out of your pocket before you go to bed tonight," it said with a little winking face at the end.

"Crap," Van said out loud, realizing that she definitely felt his engorgement a little while ago.

He decided to just ignore the text and hoped that in the morning there would be no awkwardness about the situation.

Surprisingly, his phone went off one more time. This time it was a picture with a message below it that said "in case you're missing the view too much". He had to download the picture, his heart racing all of a sudden. It seemed to be taking forever to actually download on his phone, but finally it was there.

Van heard himself gasp out loud just a little when the picture came in to view. It was a picture of Tara. She was standing in his guest bedroom holding the phone above her head and pointing it down to her face...and chest. She was still wearing the same low cut shirt that she had on in the living room, but she was tugging it down so it exposed her pretty close to the nipple. The parts of her tits that were covered seemed to be begging to burst out of the tight material.

Van's cock immediately rose to attention, seemingly skipping the phase between flaccid and completely erect. He didn't waste any time wondering about the morality of the situation. His hand immediately wrapped around his dick as he held the phone as close to his face as he could while still being able to see the whole picture. He pumped wildly underneath his shorts, finding that he was spending just as much time staring at her chest as he was at her face. In the living room he was ogling her from behind her head. Here he was able to connect her face to her amazing tits. His sister's face, staring at him with that same cute little smirk that she had so often given him in so many innocent situations in the past, holding her shirt as low as it would go on her just for him, is what sent this picture over the top for him.

He wasn't going to last much longer and he knew it. He imagined himself burying his face in between her pillowy breasts while his hands grasped them and pushed them together around his head. He averted his eyes back up to her face one more time as the first shot of semen landed inside his shorts.

"Fuck, Tara," he whispered out loud as the rest of his cum emptied out of him, wishing it was his sister's tits that he was making a mess on. He fell back onto his pillow, feeling a little gross, but too spent to get up and clean himself off at the moment. He grabbed his phone and stared at her picture for a little longer before pushing the delete button in the picture gallery app. A prompt came up that asked him if he was sure he wanted to delete the picture. He hesitated for several minutes, finally deciding that he would just keep it for now and make a decision about it in the morning.

*

"So did you enjoy my picture last night?" Tara asked Van, not wasting a second as she entered the kitchen in the morning.

Van pretended to not know what she was talking about.

"Picture?" he asked. "Oh yeah, now I remember. It was a nice photograph of you. Your hair looked really nice."

"My hair, huh?"

"Yes. Very, uh, clean."

"Mmm-hmm. So did you use it then?"

Van looked sideways at her briefly. She was staring intently at his face, clearly trying to read the answer off of him in case he was unwilling to share the truth. He quickly turned his gaze back to his bowl of cereal.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

He ate his cereal slowly as she continued to watch him for another minute or so. He looked back over at her to see that she was giving him that same little smirk she had in the picture last night. He picked up his bowl of cereal, put it to his mouth, and quickly drank down the last of it as he walked to his sink.

"Doesn't Jeffrey need a walk or something?" he asked, trying desperately to change the subject.

"Yes," Tara replied simply. "Wanna come with?"

"Sure," Van said, thankful that she seemed to have dropped the matter for the moment.

They talked as they slowly strolled down the street, Tara holding Jeffrey on a leash.

"So how's apartment life going?" Van asked.

"Eh, alright I suppose. My roommate just moved out."

"What? Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I dunno. She's not like a good friend of mine or anything. It's not like I'm going to miss her."

"Right but, correct me if I'm wrong, she pays half the rent, right?"

"Well, not anymore she doesn't."

"Damn Tara, what are you going to do?"

"I dunno."

"Can you afford to pay the rent by yourself?"

"No."

"Are you looking for a new roommate?"

"No."

"Are you at all concerned about being kicked out on the street?"

"Um...no."

Van sighed, but decided to just drop the subject. Truth was, Tara was fully capable of fixing these situations herself, and he decided just to trust that she would do just that.

"Well," Van continued, "at least now you can comfortably bring as many dudes back to your place as you want without the awkwardness of having a roommate around."

"Oh, that's not awkward for me. I could already do that before when my roommate was still there."

"Aha! So you admit it, then! I knew you were full of shit when you said you were a virgin."

"What? When did I say I wasn't a virgin?"

"Just now! Well, I mean, it was implied."

"Nope. Still a virgin, Van."

"So then, what? You'd just bring guys back to your place and do, ahem, other stuff then?"

Tara looked sideways at Van.

"Why so interested?"

"No, I'm not. Just...never mind."

Tara smiled.

"I said I 'could' do that before when my roommate was there. I never said I did. I was just making the point that if I chose to bring a guy back, it wouldn't matter to me if I had a roommate there or not. I never actually brought dudes back because, well, I frankly don't get out enough."

"Oh, I see. So, while we're on the subject...how much of a 'virgin' are you then?"

"Are there different levels?" Tara asked. "Like a video game? Or Scientology?"

"No! What I mean is...how far have you gone before?"

"Oh. Well, to be honest, not super far."

Van suddenly felt worried that he was prying and that maybe Tara was feeling pressured to share things that she didn't want to.

"You know what? Never mind. I shouldn't have pried. If you wanted to tell me, then you would have told me of your own volition."

"I've kissed three guys," Tara continued. "Ever. One of them played with my tits for a few minutes, but only outside of my shirt. Another one sucked my neck and gave me a hickey. The third one, well we just kissed."

"Wait, so is that everything?"

"Yep."

"Wow. How do you feel about that?"

"What is this, some kind of twisted episode of Dr. Phil?"

"No, I mean like...you're so attractive Tara. I'm just surprised that you haven't wanted to, I don't know, sow any wild oats or something."

"Haha! Well truthfully, I just don't think I'm the oat sowing type. I want to have sex, but not enough to settle, you know? I want it to be with someone special. The problem is that I'm too much of an introvert to take the time to find that someone special. So I'll just be content with porn and dildos and whatnot until that special guy just lands magically in my lap."

"I see," Van said, trying not to have a reaction to hearing about his sister fucking herself with a dildo while she watched porn.

They walked in silence a little while longer before Van started talking again.

"I'm sorry for staring at you last night," Van said.

"Don't be."

"But I am. I feel like I've broken a lot of rules with you this weekend. You're my little sister, but it seems like I've been treating you like, well, just some hot girl who's staying with me."

"You're not. Hell, if anything, I'm the one who should be feeling guilty. I was the sober one Friday night when you were groping me on the dance floor, and I'm the one that sent you that pic."

"But do you feel guilty?" Van asked.

"No."

"Okay, good. Then I won't either."

"Good."

The plan was that when they got back to the house, Tara was going to have a quick breakfast and then head back to her apartment. She still had some schoolwork to do this weekend, and she had to work later that night. Van was trying not to feel sad about her leaving.

"Thank you for this, Tara."

"For what?"

"Being here with me this weekend. This was really great."

"You're very welcome."

"And more than that. You've let me be really close to you this weekend. It may not sound like much, and you may not have even realized that you were doing it, but sitting right beside me on the couch, staying with me and rubbing my back while I vomited, even sitting in my lap at the bar, as inappropriate as it was. You gave me a lot of physical touch this weekend, and that's something that I haven't been getting a lot of lately, as you know. It just felt really good, having a girl, you, right beside me so much."

Tara put her hand on Van's arm, signaling him to stop. Wordlessly she put the leash on the ground and stood on it, not that Jeffrey was really going to run away or anything. She reached up and put her arms around Van's neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. They stood there for a couple of minutes, neither one of them moving or speaking. Finally they broke apart. When they did, Tara grabbed the leash in one hand and Van's hand in the other, and they slowly made their way back to his house.

"So, you still got the picture right?" Tara asked, breaking the tension slightly.

"Oh, uh no. I deleted it."

"What the fuck, Van!?"

"It just didn't seem proper, is all. Besides, what if Mack saw it or something?"

"Fuck that bitch. That's okay though, I'll send you another one randomly next week."

"Okay," Van said, pretending to be exasperated, but really excited about the idea of getting another picture from Tara. Then he'd have two hot pictures of his sister.

*

It was late Sunday night when Van finally heard Mack come in the front door. He was laying awake in their bed, thinking about nothing in particular. He laid still and quiet as he watched Mack's shadowy figure come in to the bedroom and go straight into their bathroom.

He listened to her as she readied herself for bed. He heard the sound of the electric toothbrush followed by the noise of the shower running. Ten minutes later the shower was turned off, the toilet was flushed, and Mack was climbing in to bed.

"Hey," he whispered as she got herself into a comfortable position.

"Oh, hey sweetie!" she replied, sounding surprised to find Van awake.

"How was the wedding?"

"Ugh, a nightmare. Brianna was such a pill. Remind me to never again agree to be a bridesmaid."

"Duly noted."

"So how was your weekend?" she asked, turning her body on her side so that she was facing away from him.

"Pretty good. We mostly just hung out here at the house and watched TV. You know us, just a couple of homebodies."

"That is an accurate statement."

Neither one of them seemed like they had much else to say. Van leaned over to Mack and kissed her bare shoulder before going back to his side and facing away from her.

"I love you, Mack. Good night."

"Good night sweetie."

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The next couple of weeks passed pretty much just like normal. Van and Mack pretty much continued with the status quo, being perfectly friendly with one another without even a smidgen of intimacy.

While this still made Van sad, he was scared to death to bring this up to Mack again. He had approached her with it on the afternoon of his birthday, so he kind of figured it was on her to bring it up next time. The idea of approaching her with that conversation again just seemed terrifying to him.

It was made easier, however, by the fact that he was in almost constant conversation with Tara these days via text, aside from when they slept, when they were work, and so on. They probably texted back and forth a couple dozen times a day, mostly just small talk. He really missed her after the awesome weekend they had together, and they hadn't actually seen each other since. Of course, it was normal for them to only see each other maybe once a month, but this time for some reason two weeks felt more like years.

One Thursday afternoon, Van sat on his porch swing and looked out and around his cul-de-sac. His phone vibrated in his lap, and we he picked it up, sure enough it was a text from Tara.

"Whatcha doin' right now?" she had asked.

"Sitting on my porch swing," he replied.

"Hmm, that sounds nice. You beating off?"

"No!"

"Uh-huh, sure you're not."

"I'm not."

There was a pause after Van sent his last text, and he figured that Tara had gone back to doing whatever it was that she had been doing before she texted him.

"Any fire in your bedroom since Mack's been back?" she asked in her next message a few minutes later.

"Not even a smoldering piece of charcoal," Van replied as they continued their text conversation.

"Aww. Have you brought up the counseling thing to her?"

"No, too chicken."

"Just do it. I mean really, what's the worst that could happen? She says no? At least you'll feel good that you are making an effort."

"Ugh, you're right."

"Hell, if that doesn't seem to interest her, maybe you could suggest some sexy ways to heat things up."

"Heat things up?"

"Yeah! Maybe you can suggest some role playing. She's the babysitter and you're the dad, and you just came home and your kid's asleep and she seduces you."