He shuffled through a stack of sketch books until he reached a specific one. They were all labeled with some arcane labeling system, a letter and number code that I knew was associated with a spreadsheet on his computer. He was meticulous with his
LOGINHe shuffled through a stack of sketch books until he reached a specific one. They were all labeled with some arcane labeling system, a letter and number code that I knew was associated with a spreadsheet on his computer. He was meticulous with his
Jon joined me with a big cannonball, gasping from the cold as he surfaced. We hung out for a bit in a quiet corner, splashing each other a bit, just playing around. With the busy pool, there wasn't a ton of room to move around, so I totally had to stay close -- making so much contact was only natural. His hands seemed to linger a bit, too, caressing my belly, my hips far more often than our games required.We totally looked like we were dating, playing around at the pool. Lots of funny stuff going on. I definitely needed to back my ass up to his cock over and over, excuses be damned. He wandered those strong hands over my skin at every opportunity, seeming to brush over the ties holding my bikini together a lot. Like he wanted to un
He shuffled through a stack of sketch books until he reached a specific one. They were all labeled with some arcane labeling system, a letter and number code that I knew was associated with a spreadsheet on his computer. He was meticulous with his labeling of each drawing.Jon ripped one of the pages from the sketch book, tearing gently along the perforations. He handed it to me, and I gasped.It was a waist-up sketch of me during one of my track events, running through the ribbon. My first time getting first place, if my memory served me. I had a look of exultation on my face, somehow serenely excited.He had captured me accurately, with sweat caking the hair to my face, and he had even included the big freckle under my r
Holy. Fuck.Now that I had acknowledged my crush on my little brother, all the little things began to sparkle about him. He looked SO much better in the outfits I had picked out; shirts that now fit well complemented jeans that didn't sag. Even in everyday attire, he looked like someone who gave a shit.With his acne gone and his weird, patchy stubble shaved off, he looked put together. Like I said, he's not the cutest guy ever, but he's Jonathan, he's a really good dude, and I found myself liking even the parts of him that I would call "not cute". Ugh, that description sucks, but, like...Okay, imagine a guy with flaws. Now, imagine ignoring those flaws, and allowing him to be a real person with a personality, and that pe
"Not at all. I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather be stuck with on independent study.""Tch. You're sweet.""Not trying to be. I just like spending time with you, Lacey. Trying on underwear together or not."I smiled at him bashfully, and we enjoyed the rest of the meal in relative silence.I made myself a note to pick up my next batch of birth control pills; I swear it was unrelated to the events of the day.I swear.***"Hey, morning Jon," I said as Jonathan shambled in the next morning. I had made coffee, and he poured himself a cup while I became aware of his attire. He had showered the previous night, shaving off the stubble at my request, and put on a pair of the new underwear. And that's all he
I settled on a pair of cheeky purple panties and a matching bralette. I actually preferred the mismatched look most times, as it came across as more casual, like "you weren't necessarily supposed to see me in this, lucky you"... but I didn't want casual right now. Boys expected matching sets, so that's what my little brother would get.I examined myself in the mirror. I'm 5'9", pretty tall for a girl, so my flat belly gets a lot of attention, as it's like half of my body. My boobs are almost C-cups, not quite, but I like them a lot. I dunno why girls get down about smaller breasts, I've let three guys touch them and they've all freaked the fuck out. I have a pretty decent hourglass thing going on, which mostly meant my hips weren't
"No! Lacey, you can't!" Jonathan whined like a bitch."Don't whine like a bitch.""Noooo!" He continued to whine, rather bitchily."Patterned polos, wifebeaters, and graphic tees with snarky catch phrases. They all have to leave the rotation.""That's my entire wardrobe!" he whined. I shrugged, unmoved and merciless. "What am I supposed to wear?!""You can wear button ups if you actually button them, plain shirts that fit, polos if they look good, but that's a really case-by-case thing. Wear things that male models wear, but dialed back to look like a normal person.""I don't have those things!"I shrugged. "S'okay, I'm Daddy's little girl."He slumped. "Well yeah, but it's not like he's gonna just give you $300 to buy me clothes."A dial tone cut him off, my phone in hand, Dad's face on the display. He picked up in seconds. "Hey, Daddyyyy, can I have $300? I need to buy Jonny some clothes.""Uh, sure, Pumpkin," he replied. "Lord knows he needs help. $300 seems like a lot, though."I









