My Brother's Forbidden Touch::Ch-10

I had to grin a little because my brother seemed to take his time and actually picked out panties and bras he liked. It seemed like that, but he might have just been taking his time groping all my underwear.

That's what that little, pervy part of my brain hoped anyway.

"In my closet there are some sweaters. There's a dark blue one, and a tan one. Find those and bring them here."

I heard the click of metal hangers as they bumped each other, and wondered how my brother felt rummaging in my closet, and wondered if a little part of him felt like he was violating me.

I held my hand's out, palms up, when he returned, and he put a pile of sweaters in them.

The ones I wanted had almost the same texture, ribbed and not very thick, but the blue one the ribbing came in pairs with slightly more distance between the sets of ribs. He got this right, so I put them on the pile with my jeans and underwear.

"Rae, you only have one pair of jeans."

"I know, but Thursday we're going straight to the airport to fly home. I want you to have something that isn't a flight attendant to look at on the airplane, so those jeans are not gonna be some Mom picked out.

"In the back of my closet are two big suitcases. Bring those and put them on the bed. They're full, so don't expect them to be light. There's a leather carry-on bag and a small pull-behind suitcase that actually are empty, so bring those too."

I felt my secret stash of cute clothes move the bed when they landed, followed in a minute by what I assumed were the two empty bags we were going to fill up shortly for our trips.

"My jeans and stuff can go in the carry-on. When you're done with that, one of the suitcases has tops, skirts, and pants in it. The other one has dresses and underwear. Pick out a pair of jeans to put in the carry-on and what you want me to wear Sunday, Monday, and Friday."

"Yes, ma'am," Dan chuckled.

"When I find out what you pick for me to wear, I'll tell you what underwear I want to go with it."

"It can't be a surprise, Rae?"

Dan sounded disappointed, and not sarcastically disappointed, but for real.

"Okay, Dan," I had to giggle. "If you feel like carrying all those suitcases and my carry-on with us today, then it can all be a surprise for me, at home, our new home."

"Those suitcases are going eventually anyway, Rae."

My brother sounded triumphant, and I loved that tone in his voice, so I didn't even quibble about the fact that I hadn't agreed to move in with him. He probably knew as much as I did that was just a formality that probably would never happen.

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"Do we have everything?"

We had just gotten situated in my car, parked in the driveway of our childhood home.

Raven half turned in the passenger seat and pretended to look in the backseat.

"Hmm, I don't see anything you've forgotten," she giggled.

I heard Boston's tail slap against the back seat in anticipation of getting a bit of attention. He wasn't disappointed.

"Of course you don't. If we forgot it, it wouldn't be back there, so you couldn't see it."

"Yeah, true, but I couldn't see it even if it were back there. We have both my suitcases and my carry-on, right?"

"Yep."

"Did you pack, and is it in the car?"

"Probably."

"That's helpful. I'm ready if you are, and if you're not, that's not my problem."

I glanced at the center console as I shifted into reverse. My insulated travel mug of coffee was nestled into the cup holder next to Raven's. She had Earl Grey in hers.

I felt giddy as I pulled away from the house and started our trip to Cincinnati. I didn't know if it was because my sister was with me and I was seeing her now in a whole new light, or if I was excited because she was coming with me to Cincinnati, or because moving and being an adult was actually happening.

Even wrapped in a knee-length, black wool coat, I knew she had changed from her white sweater, black mini-skirt, and tights while I was packing and loading our luggage into my car.

She still had on her Mary Janes, but the tights she had on were white now, and ribbed, and I recognized the brown, mid-calf skirt I could see covering her knees and half of her shins. I didn't have the heart to tell her that her black shoes didn't really go with her brown skirt, but since they didn't really look bad, she probably just liked them enough to not care.

Her coat and the white, fuzzy, stocking cap looked new, and I didn't remember seeing them before. I wondered if Karen had picked those out for her too, because the slim body beneath it was readily apparent, and she looked tiny in it, and very sexy.

We had only traveled a few blocks when Raven turned the radio on and found a station playing soft rock music. That's what she liked to listen to, but I liked stuff with more of a metal edge.

"I get to pick the music," she announced, then unbuttoned her coat and wiggled her arms out of the sleeves, but left it between her back and the seat.

I took the opportunity at the next stop light to get a better look at my sister.

I recognized not just the skirt she wore, but also the button up shirt. The way she had misused the buttons on both radically changed how they looked on her.

I quickly counted four unbuttoned buttons on her shirt instead of the normal none, or occasionally one. I could even see part of her caramel brown bra, including the band between the cups.

The skirt that I had seen her wear many times had buttons up the front from bottom to top, and came to about the middle of her calves. It was very modest, normally. Today though, most of the buttons had been ignored, and the skirt was split and most of it, now that she had her coat off, rested on the seat. What I thought were white tights were actually above-the-knee, white socks, and my view of most of her slender, pale thighs was completely unobstructed.

I think probably if just two more buttons had been left undone, I would have seen her panties.

She slowly crossed her legs and half-heartedly pushed one side of her skirt across a knee, but it didn't stay.

The quick beep behind us informed me the light had changed, so I accelerated away from the intersection.

"I would never dream of denying anything your heart desires, Dan, but if this is a problem, I can put my coat back on."

"What do you mean, Rae?"

"You need to concentrate on the road for the next two hours. What can I do to help you?"

"We could listen to something that isn't going to put me to sleep."

"I meant do I need to put my coat back on so you can watch the road?"

"No, Rae. I can behave."

"It's not going to be nearly as much fun living together if it's in the cemetery."

It kind of took the dark edge off what she said when she giggled afterwards, but I understood.

It was going to be tough to not look though.

I glanced back in the mirror. Boston was standing up, moving in a circle in the back seat. He had done that several times already, and I felt bad for the poor guy. He never really fussed in the car, but I could tell he didn't like it.

"Apartment or house?" Raven asked without slowing the movement of her fingers back and forth on her reader.

"Condo. Three beds, two baths. Typical."

"Condo? Does that mean we're going to own it eventually once the bank gets paid?"

"Um, well, Rae..."

"You're not trying to say you don't want me involved with that, are you, Dan?"

"No, but I hadn't really thought about it."

"I haven't given you a chance to think about it, have I?"

"I didn't even know you were going to agree to live with me until this morning."

"I still haven't."

I think my heart stopped, but then she laughed pretty hard.

"You never thought I would even entertain the idea of living anywhere but with you, did you, little brother?"