Sibling Love: A Misunderstood Sylph

It wasn't a rational decision, though Todd was generally a rational person: his reaction came from a much older part his brain, from times and distant ancestors when too much thinking might get you killed.

Long strides got him to her in a hurry, but still allowed him enough time to see she seemed to be handling things well and wasn't in any real distress. Then her shoulders sagged.

"Fair lady, is this ne'er-do-well bothering you?" He sounded more calm than he felt.

"Todd!" He saw a brief, bright glow as Lizzy saw him, her face radiant, smile wide and delighted.

Then his beautiful sister was in his arms, clinging close, her body against his. He couldn't help but think of sunlight between slim thighs, and of earlier musings, bronze skin with no pale tan-lines, of perfect firm little breasts, bouncing high and proud as she straddled him, riding to their mutual climax.

"Good luck to you with this underfed wench, sirrah. Don't get your hopes up; she's naught but a tease." Over her shoulder, he could see that the little fop was the one with hands on hips now.

Todd's shame, his anger at himself for what he was thinking was refocused by the interruption.

"What did you just say?" He forced the words out through clenched jaws, his hands easing Lizzy body to the side, guiding her behind him. Yellow tights took a step backwards. Todd moved toward him.

"I hope you didn't say anything insulting about this willowy sylph. I'll have you know this beautiful young lady is my sister. And I suggest you go. Now."

The fellow turned heel and almost ran, his outfit looking even more ridiculous as he scurried away. Liz put a hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.

Todd called after him. "And by the way, poltroon: nice outfit. You look like a chicken that's swallowed a plate. A polyester chicken that swallowed a melamine plate."

Then his sister's arms were tight around him again.

"Nice going, Todd." It was a grinning Suzanne. He hadn't even noticed her, with his attention entirely on his sister's situation. "A polyester chicken that swall...whatever you said. It was a good one."

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Liz sat in the front seat, hugging his arm. Combined with the adrenalin rush from chasing off the would-be charmer, her closeness and attention thrilled him.

Suz, definitely drunker than his sister, kept popping her head up from the back seat. "Hey, Liz?"

"Yeah?"

"Todd scared the hell out of that plastic chicken guy, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did. My hero." Lizzy squeezed his arm against her side, resting her head on his shoulder. He liked the idea of being her hero very much.

"But it wasn't a plastic chicken..." Suz went on. 'Whadya call him, Todd?"

"A polyester chicken."

"Yeah! Polyester chicken ran off when you growled at him." She lowered her voice, trying to imitate him. "'What'd you call my sister? I'm gonna kick your scrawny ass.'"

"I didn't threaten to..." Todd started to protest. His felt suddenly hot.

"You didn't have to! Right, Lizzibelle?" Drunk laughter.

"You're right there, Suzy Q. Chicken Legs got the message from my big, strong brother loud and clear." Liz stretched up, kissed his cheek.

There was a brief silence.

"Hey Liz?"

"Yeah?" He could hear his sister was getting tired of her friend.

"This was more fun than Nude Day woulda been, huh?"

"Suz!"

"What? You told your brother you wanted to go 'celebrate the skin your in' this year, didn't ya? You tell each other everything. You two make such a cute couple." In the rear view mirror, Todd could see by her face that Suz knew she was spilling a secret, and thought she was being clever, teasing her friend.

Lizzy looked at him, wide eyed. He didn't want to let on that he already knew. "Really? But you're not going? I'd be scared of sunburn on my...privates."

"No worries there, Todd. I woulda lotioned you up. And down. And up." Suz was on a roll. 'Besides, your sister planned ahead. She's been tanning. All over. She'll show you if you ask her nice."

"Suz! Enough. You're drunk!"

Liz's vehemence was enough to shock her friend into an awkward silence. It lasted until he pulled into their driveway.

Suzy spoke up. "Finally! I gotta pee something fierce."

"Me too." Liz answered. "You go downstairs. I'll use my bathroom."

He opened the door, held it for the two girls.

"Hey Liz?" Suz called as she headed down the hall, almost running.

"Yes, Suzanne?" Todd almost never heard her use Suz's full name.

"Your brother called you a SILF. That's nasty." Laughing, she shut the bathroom door.

Todd was confused. Why would calling his tall, willowy sister a sylph be nasty? Liz was already heading up the stairs and he followed her, heading to his own room by habit. Their positions placed her gauzy skirt and rounded slim hips directly in front of his eyes, bring back an image of sun-defined thighs and the space between them. His imagination presented him with a second image fully formed, easing those thighs apart, licking, kissing, tasting his beautiful sister.

The downstairs bathroom door opened again. "Pretty hot if you ask me, in a kinky sorta way, but still really nasty."

"Shut up, Suz!" His sister called down.

Frustrated puzzlement dragged him back from his taboo thoughts. "What the hell is nasty about calling my sister a Sylph!? She's one of the sylphiest girls I've ever seen. Practically the definition of a sylph."

The buxom little tease snorted loudly, laughing, then shut the door again. Lizzy had disappeared around the turn in the stairs. Todd shook his head, heading for his own room. He wondered if 'sylphiest' was even a word.

He realized he didn't really need anything in his room, still changed into a more comfortable t-shirt. Suz frustrated him enough of the time that he should be used to it, but this felt different. He headed out when he heard his sister's toilet flush, wanting to catch her alone.

"Hey." They met at her door. She had removed the flowered crown. She wrapped her arms around him, head on his shoulder, close. "Don't let Boon Queen get to you, bro. She's been driving me nuts all day."

"Thanks. Too bad you didn't get to go to Nude Day."

She pushed him back, lightly, grinning. "Why? You wanna see your sister nude?"

"Uh, I already did." The words were out, unretrievable. On some level he felt relief, not keeping a secret from her any more.

LIZZY

She couldn't believe it had slipped out, asking him if he wanted to see her nude! Wait. What did he say? He had already seen her?"

He looked so innocent then, his cheeks blushing, his eyes dropping down, embarrassed. He was so fucking cute and sweet!

"I...never told you. I'm sorry."

It's okay, babe." She stroked a hand down his arm. She liked the feel of his hard muscles under her touch. "You know you can tell me anything."

His eyes came up. "I know. But you can tell me anything too. Like, uh, why you wanted to tan all over."

"Fair enough. I shoulda told you. But when did you see me? What did you...what was I..." More than anything, his secret thrilled her because he hadn't told her: seeing her naked must have made him feel guilty or ashamed. Did he catch her touching herself or something? She felt flustered herself, and suddenly hot, sweaty.

"It was last year, getting ready for Renn Faire. I came in your room to ask you something and the bathroom door was open. You were...uh, naked, standing at the sink, getting ready to pull your dress on."

She cringed at the nervous giggle that escaped her. It sounded almost hysterical to her, fed by her relief that she hadn't been caught doing anything really bad.

"Did you like, um, I mean how'd I look?"

"I've never forgotten it." Her brother sounded, looked so earnest as he said it, tugging at her heart. How could this wonderful man be so sweet?

"That bad?" She tried a joke, covering up her sudden feelings.

"That good." Still serious. "Other girls have had a hard time competing with that idealized image ever since."

Did he really compare them to her naked body? "Yeah sure. What about girls like Suz? With their overinflated melons, plump and juicy and ripe for plucking? Or sucking, as the case may be."

"Come on, Lizzy. You know Suz is not my type, in several ways."

"But you seem to get together with her in spite those melons. Even that very night as I recall." Just thinking about that night still stirred up guilty feelings of jealousy.

He shrugged. "She's cute, don't get me wrong, but I think you've noticed it's not me chasing her around. She makes it pretty easy to say yes; it's almost like a game for her: fuck Liz's little brother. For me though, I'll always choose quality over quantity in the chest-fruit department."

"Chest-fruit?" He could always made her laugh, seemed to sense when she was getting tense, too serious.

"You know: 'melons,' as you called them. I like perfect ripe peaches myself. Like they say, more than a handful is a waste."

"I heard it as 'mouthful.'"

He held a hand up, cupping an imaginary half-peach sized breast. Close in front of him. "How about a handful plus a nipple poking out between two fingers, ready to be seized between pursed, nuzzling lips, leaving room between them for a quickly flicking tongue?"

"Damn, Todd." She sounded breathless to her own ears, hoped she had suppressed the shudder she felt at his words. Her nipples definitely liked what he said, tightened under her dress. "You shoulda gone to the Renn Faire today. Tongues like yours - all silver and flicking both - were in demand with a whole bevy of babes, bodacious and bouncy in their tight-bound bodices."

"Nice alliteration, sis, but what did we just say about bigger not being necessarily better?"

"I said nothing about bigger; I said 'bodacious and bouncy.' Bodacious means rad, fantastic, nifty cool and, well, as for bouncy...My little peaches are bouncy. See?"

She was, especially in that dress. Braless, pushed up and together by the leather bodice, she could feel them bouncing, up and down. Nipples, already stiff, rubbed against the coarse-woven cloth. She continued bouncing on her toes, grinning as she saw his gaze fixed on the show she was putting on.

When his staring eyes finally came up, they dropped immediately, as soon as they met hers, embarrassed. Her heart fluttered: sometimes he could be so shy, innocent, and other times so manly and strong, like when he growled at that clown, the Plastic Chicken.

After the slightest moment of silence, she reached out, fingers sliding down his strong arm to grab his hand, squeeze it. "Thanks, Todd. You make me feel..."

"Hey! What're you guys doing up there?" It was Suz, calling from the foot of the stairs.

"We're coming." Lizzy's response was automatic.

"Really?" Suz dragged the word out. "Coming already? Both of you? The kinky family dynamic is finally out in the open. Was it because he called you a perfect example of his ideal SILF?"

The short blonde's smile was broad, her hands on her round hips when Lizzy followed the curve of the staircase downward. The teasing friend was loving this.

"What is all this about sylphs?" Todd's voice was tight, tense, close behind Liz. She wondered if it was because of the current teasing or their interrupted conversation. God, he had been staring at her little bouncing 'peaches' so intently!

"You really don't know what a SILF is?" Suzy's arms were still akimbo as she faced him.

"No. I really do know. I happen to have a book - like an actual written thing people, like, learn from, Suz..."

Lizzy couldn't suppress her giggle. He had almost pulled off a decent Valley Girl lilt there.

"...about Sylphs right there on the couch. I was reading it when Lizzy texted for a ride."

Suz actually choked on her laugh. Liz had to hold her own back. She wanted to be on Todd's side whenever possible, but this was too funny. Though she was glad the topic was staying on his confusion and away from details of the whole 'Sister I'd Like to Fuck" aspects.

Suz held one hand up, palm out, as she continued to laugh-cough, bent over at the middle. It put her own cleavage, still glittery, on full display. She dragged in a deep breath.

"Okay. Let me get this straight. Not only did you call your admittedly sexy as hell sister a SILF this evening, but when she texted you, you were reading an actual book about SILFs? Like, family success stories? With pictures?" The last part came out as a squeal, far too amused with herself.

"Look, Suz." Todd moved to the sofa in the living room, giving his sister a shrug, rolling his eyes back at his interrogator. "Lizzy fits the most common definition of a sylph, could even be used as an example of the ideal type. But that doesn't make her a literal Sylph."

He grabbed a thin but oversized hardback, flipped it open to a marked page near the end before handing it out to Suzy. "And of course there're illustrations, by some really respected fantasy artists like Arthur Rackham.

She managed one more eye roll as she took possession of the book. "'Fantasy' artists? A illustrated book of SILF fantasies. This keeps getting better. And kinkier."

Shaking her head in mock dismay, she looked down, her voice fading.

"'A Book on Nymphs, Sylphs, Pygmies, and Salamanders, and on the Other Spirits,'" she sounded incredulous. "'Sylph' with a Y. So..."

Lizzy couldn't help herself, wrapping Todd in a tight hug. She also couldn't help but notice how hard, firm his shoulders were. "My wonderful, nerdy, heroic brother!"

"So.." Suz tried again. "You called your sister a supernatural spirit?"

"No. A sylph is a air elemental, so quite natural, definitely not supernatural."

Still clinging to his side, Liz snorted a laugh. He was adorable. And these two had known each other forever, but never failed to show how little common ground they shared.

"'Sylph' is also used now used to describe a willowy, slim girl or woman." He shook his head at what should have been obvious. "Slender, graceful and elegant, like a air spirit might be, if they were real."

Liz was relieved to finally understand what he was talking about, and flattered to be willowy, graceful and elegant, but also disappointed. She dropped her hold on him, stepping away, like he'd rejected her. It hurt somehow, low in her gut, to know he wasn't confessing a very inappropriate lust for his sister. Of course he wouldn't be. He was too good, too perfect.

"Now, professor, do you know what else a SILF is, spelled a little differently?" Suz wouldn't let it drop. "S-I-L-F."

The girl lifted one eyebrow as he considered her question, mouthing the spelling silently. She couldn't wait long at all before offering a hint. "SILF: like MILF?"

MILF? But that..." His mouth dropped into a surprised 'O.' "Sister I'd like..."

Liz felt her own breath catch when his eyes darted to the side, directly at her chest, at where he had watched her breasts bouncing upstairs, minutes ago.

"Now he gets it. Finally."

Todd shook his head again, grinning at his own ignorance. "No wonder you kept calling it kinky. Who makes up these things?"

All three laughed, not entirely dispelling the tension. A car honked outside.

Suzy spoke up. "Now I must go and leave you two incestuous kinksters together. That'll be the Uber I called."

"I could've given you a ride home." Todd pointed out.

Liz felt jealous stirrings return at the suggestion.

"Nah, you'd probably just start begging for one of my amazing blow jobs. Why don't you ask the willowy, graceful goddess you rescued from the Renaissance chicken man, for one?"

That shocked both siblings into awkward silence, Suzy laughing loudly at her own remark. She looked from one to the other. "You two. Kinky. Kinky. Kinky."

She stepped close, left a kiss in the air near Liz's cheek. "Thanks for the fun today, Lizzard. And don't be scared of the big ol' monster your little brother keeps hidden in his pants. He'll be gentle."

The teasing girl was on a roll, pulling Todd in for a thorough hug, pushing her chest up and against him. Liz's jaw clenched at the sight. "And you, mister. I mean it. Don't hurt her with that thing."

"God, Suz! Get outa here!" Liz steered her friend toward the front door, one hand between the shorter girl's shoulder blades. "You're worse than usual today."

She felt Suz's shrug. "What? I just calls them as I sees them. And I've seen the look on your face when I flirt with our young, hunky sylph-lover."

The last part was close to a whisper, continued as Liz shut the door. "And I've seen how he looks at his favorite sylph too."

Liz leaned against the door as soon as she had closed it behind her friend. "It's never boring with her around. I need a drink."

TODD

"Good idea," he agreed, eager to change the subject. "I'll man the blender."

"And I'll change out of this costume."

Todd had filled a bowl with salsa, opened a bag of chips, and was pouring two tall glasses of blended margarita when he felt his sister's arms slip around him from behind. He couldn't miss the twin extra pressures of two firm breasts against his back. "Thanks for coming to my rescue, my sweet, favorite man."

He cupped a hand over her smaller ones. "Anything for my favorite girl."

Twisting in her embrace, he came face to face with nervous, searching eyes below damp hair. She must have taken a quick shower to rinse off the dust from the faire. "Am I? Your favorite? Even if Suz gives you..."

"Shh." He wrapped his own arms around his sister, aware as always of her slender - sylphlike - body near his. "No comparison, beautiful sister. You are my favorite person in the world and it's not even close. I love you."

This close together, he wondered if she might have felt the extra thumping beat his heart gave at the sight of her delighted, answering smile. She rose up on her toes and kissed his cheek before pushing him away. "Now you go get comfortable. I have a surprise for my dear brother this evening. Consider it a reward for your ride and rescue."

"A reward? What kind of reward?" He noticed she had changed into a simple t-shirt, soft and worn, and short pajama bottoms that left uncovered two long expanses of smooth, slim leg.

"I said it was a surprise, didn't I?"

He followed her lead, changing out of his jeans and into loose basketball shorts, keeping on the worn T. She had the drinks and chips on the low table by the sofa and was waiting for him, bare legs folded under her. Her glass already held noticeably less margarita than the other one."Your surprise is on the Blue-ray player."

He was stunned. "'Swords of the Lost Realm?' Sweet! This just came out. I couldn't find a copy anywhere."

She nodded. "Well, your talented sister took care of that for you."

"But you hate scary movies. This is all blood, battles, and zombies. Why would you..."

"I wanted...I knew you liked it. You were so excited when you came back from seeing it in the theater last Christmas. And I'm much better at the scary stuff now. I watched all of the Wizard of Oz without hiding my eyes from those damn flying monkeys. And besides, you're here to keep me safe, right?"

"I guess we'll see." He slipped the disk in, joining her on the couch. "But be warned: this is a bit scarier than those flying monkeys."

She slipped an arm under his, leaning close. "Good thing you're here then."

Todd aimed the remote control and pressed 'Play,' trying to keep his attention away from the obviously bra-free breast that pressed against him.

Watching movies together has always been an interactive affair for the siblings and this was no different. Before the opening scene was complete, with the remarkably fast, agile medieval zombies taking a well-defended citadel and slaughtering everyone inside, Liz had buried her eyes behind her hands more than once and the two had ended up giggling and wrestling as Todd tried to hold her wrists away from her face and make her watch the carnage.