My Brother's Forbidden Touch::Ch-9

"It's okay. You probably don't even know it, but moving in with a girl for the first time in your life has got to be stressful, even if she is your sister. Add to that you just had the longest conversation you've ever had with her about her teeny tiny titties, and you have a good excuse for making mistakes."

"God, Raven! It's the only conversation we've ever had about...those."

Raven's eyes morphed into the saddest eyes I've ever seen and her bottom, pouty, kissable lip poked out in an exaggerated pout.

"I know they're little, but you could have picked them being teeny tiny to argue about instead of how often we've talked about them. By the way, that count is up to three now, so far."

"So far? What's..."

"Since they're perfect, your words, I'm sure you're going to want to talk about them a lot now."

"Totally not necessary, Rae."

"I'm totally fine with it, little brother."

"So, about packing? How can I help?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

It's not that I didn't enjoy how her nipples got hard every time we talked about them, I just didn't want to make Raven think I was perving on her perfect little tits as much as I was.

"I need jeans and regular tops for the two days I spend picking up Twister, so three days I'll wear something for you that you pick out, plus Friday for coming back here from Cincinnati."

"You don't need to dress up for me, Rae."

"I think I do," she told me defiantly.

"The thought of wearing baggy old sweat pants and shirt around you now seems like such a waste of time, Dan."

"A waste of time? What's that even mean?"

"I just found out I'm pretty, and that it makes you happy that I'm pretty, so it would be a waste not to take advantage of the chance to not be all covered up like an old woman."

"That you're pretty doesn't make me happy, Rae. That you're you, and you're my sister is what makes me happy."

"I know you'd love me anyway if I weren't pretty, but you can't tell me you aren't even just a tiny bit happier with me in a mini-skirt and top that fits me like a glove."

I couldn't argue with her on that.

"I'm surprised at how it makes me feel to know I'm pretty."

"You're pretty whatever you wear, but if you want to wear pretty clothes, I'm not going to stop you."

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"This is going to be a good introduction to something you're going to need to help me with from now on, Dan."

I was a little nervous about what was about to happen, and was getting a little annoyed with my nipples for getting hard again for the thousandth time today. That part wouldn't have been so bad if my brother hadn't basically told me it was obvious. It was fine that he might like it, but he didn't need to talk about it.

I knew there was some pervy part of me that did like him talking about that though.

We were standing in my bedroom, and apparently my nipples thought that was intimate enough for an excuse to get hard. I didn't disagree with them. We hadn't spent much time in each other's bedrooms since the last time I had slept in my brother's bed.

"Today you're going to pick out all of my clothes for the days I won't be getting my dog."

"I didn't pick out your clothes this morning, and you did an amazing job of it, both outfits you've worn today."

"You won't be picking them out every day like that, only when I buy new ones or if we need to pack in a hurry, like to flee the country or something."

I almost thought he wasn't going to have a response, but it wasn't negotiable. I needed him to do that for me.

"Don't they have salespeople for that?"

"They have salespeople for sighted people. I can't trust somebody I don't know. What if they're having a bad day, or just think it would be funny to get the blind girl to buy the ugliest outfit in the world, or something I really shouldn't be wearing in public."

Like my running clothes this morning.

"What if I decide you should buy something you shouldn't wear in public?"

"You'll warn me when you pick out something like that for me, won't you?"

I hoped he would, both warn me and pick something like that.

"You know I would, Rae."

"That's why it's your job now to go clothes shopping with me. And grocery shopping with me. I'm great at picking fresh produce, but I'm worthless for buying anything that comes in a bag, box, or shrink wrap, and I've never found a grocery that puts Braille tags on their shelves."

"You don't need me to pick out your outfits every day, just when we buy them?"

"Just when I buy them."

"Then how do you decide what to wear every day when you get dressed?"

"I put Braille tags on them when they're new, with a letter or two for color, a letter or two for style, and so on. I can recognize them by feel and that short description. I also have a database on my laptop with more detailed descriptions, and suggestions for what to wear together."

"The outfit you ran in this morning..."

I knew I was grinning a little before I answered his unfinished question so I turned my face away from him. I knew pretty much where he was going, and I was pretty sure hell is where I'm going for wearing that outfit for my brother.

"That outfit has NSFP on the tag because Karen told me it was when she picked it out for me."

"NSFP," Dan mimicked me slowly.

"Not Suitable for Public," I informed him.

I was probably blushing, but I was certain my nipples were hard again.

"I need to put tags on all your clothes, too."

I didn't want to give him time to think long about my running outfit. He'd get more chances to think about it at our new house.

"My clothes don't need tags, Rae."

"Somebody is going to need to do laundry, and since you're going to be working a real job finally, that'll be my job. You don't want all your tee shirts to be pink because I washed them with something red, do you?"

"Well, no, but I can do my..."

"Packing, Dan. We can talk about laundry later if we need to, but I'm going to win, and even if I don't, you won't be home to stop me, so you might as well give in. Plus, it's only fair that I get to...um, have to handle your undies since you're going to see and feel all mine when you pick them out for me."

"Okay, Rae. What first?"

I sat down on the foot of my bed facing my dresser, crossed my ankles, pulled them almost under me, and pretended I wasn't wearing a mini-skirt.

"The first big drawer on the right has my pants. Far left are jeans. They're all pretty boring and baggy, so it doesn't matter, just get a pair. Then the second row of little drawers, the one on the right, get two pairs of panties. Doesn't really matter which ones. Pick out ones you like. The drawer below that, get two bras, and again, pick out the ones you like cause it doesn't matter to me. Everything in my dresser is boring, Mom stuff, and you're not going to be seeing me wear that much on this trip. Or ever, since we're moving."