Teacher, Lover, Daddy...Brother! (Staine x DigitalSiren)

[Staine]

Cedric always looked forward to the day, even when he knew he had things he would rather not do at work he enjoyed the challenges, the interactions, the students themselves. Every day as a high school teacher was at least interesting as he refused to become the grumpy, miserable old man that so many of his teachers had been and today was something else entirely, something new and exciting all in it's own.

Natalya was going to be in his class now.

In her room just down the hall she was probably still sleeping as Cedric climbed out of bed and stretched, yawning his way to the shower. His little sister had been in the same school for a while now ever since she came to live with him a few years ago but this year he would actually be her teacher, and today was the first day of it. It was taking him a lot of mental preparation not to show favouritism already and the school day hadn't even started but he was her big brother, if he doted on her during lessons his students would notice, and they wouldn't be happy about it...least of all the girls. He chuckled to himself as he washed his hair, running his fingers back through his long locks, wiping away the shampoo before squeezing some more into his hand. Cedric was...there was no easy way to put it, popular with the teenage girls in his class. He was 6 foot tall, had sharp, masculine features, a warm, charming smile and blue eyes that almost seemed like sapphires, so easy to get lost in and the longish orange hair that was well kept and just unique enough, for a guy at least, that it stood out among others. Add that to a well toned, strong body that wasn't too lean but wasn't heavy set either and it was no wonder that he was popular, that the girls often giggled as he walked past them in the halls and more than a few had tried to stay behind after class in his 6 years of teaching and tried to flirt with him and he had to admit...he loved the attention. He had flirted back harmlessly, smiled and laughed at their jokes but he had also managed to resist going further. It wasn't worth the loss of his job or the prison time.

Stepping out of the shower he dressed in the usual teacher's outfit, some plain black trousers, a beige shirt beneath a brown jacket that even had the lighter, tan leather elbow patches that a stereotypical teacher might wear. Finishing with his black socks and shoes he looked at the time, there was a little over an hour before school started, and he had no doubt Natalya was still asleep. Chuckling, he went and knocked on her door before he opened it, peeking in. Sleeping she looked just as beautiful as ever, peaceful even as she snored softly. It was hard to think of her as one of his students now, one of the girls he often enjoyed looking at in class and if he showed her any special attention he knew she would draw the hate of some of the other girls but...how could he not? For the last 3 years she had been the most important person in his life, she had been his charge, he had been her guardian, her caregiver. He sighed softly as he crept up to her. She was probably responsible for his interest in that kink/lifestyle he had become obsessed with in the last few weeks. He had always had an interest and the stars of his self written stories had always been students of his, his darkest secret that was all over the pages of the journal he kept beneath his pillow, the not always PG13 stories about the DD/lg lifestyle he had written in his spare time...but the last few had his sister as the star. He shook the thoughts off, stories were stories but it could never be a reality, he needed to find somebody else but with work and looking after her he hadn't had time. Not a single date in the last 3 years...honestly, he was close to actually sleeping with a student just to work off some of the tension.

He reached down for her, poking her cheek and grinning. She didn't wake, so he poked it again, laughing softly now. "Come on sleepyhead, don't you think it's time to get up? You don't want to be late for your first day back at school, I hear your teacher is a real hardass."

 

[Bunny]

Natalya had been up late, worrying. Tomorrow, her first day of school for her second year, she'd be in Cedric's class. It wasn't her big brother she was afraid of, it was the others that would be in her class. It wasn't known to the others that she was his sister, and she feared slipping up. It was a silly fear, she was unlikely to say 'big brother' to him, but calling him Ricky or Ced? The first used to truly annoy him the latter more fondly. It would be so embarrassing. Nat already knew what the other girls of her class thought of him. He was drool worthy. It was another thing she wasn't looking forward to. Listening to the fantasies of her classmates and her big brother. She understood the desires of her fellow girls. Cedric was handsome, borderline sexy. She was painfully aware. All of it had meant it was near three am before sleep finally claimed her.

Nat was dreaming that she was swimming with a giant crocodile, the large, ferocious beast her friend. Through the water they slipped, the silky cool water clear. Suddenly out of nowhere she felt something brush her cheek. She turned to look back into the turquoise world in which they were submerged, seeing nothing she shrugged. In the real world she made a sound of protest. Again something pressed against her cheek, and the warm voice of her brother dragged her from sleep. She bit at the offending finger lightly. "He is soon to be missing a finger, if he doesn't stop poking me" She rolled away from him and sighed. She knew if she didn't wake up he'd only escalate.

Sitting up her lavender hair stuck up oddly and was a nest of knots. Rubbing at her eyes, she yawned. Deep blue eyes grazed over him, grumpily. "Go away.. I am clearly up" He was the reason she had slept so poorly. She didn't have the heart to tell him she didn't want to be in his class. Sure, he was a good teacher, she knew that much. He made an effort to make his classes fun, engaging. He also seemed to care about his students. She really wasn't looking forward to the comments. It was that more than anything else that made her dread it. She knew she wouldn't mess up and call him Ced. Stretching she closed her eyes, the hem of her night shirt slipping from under the covers exposing the soft pale of her skin of her stomach. When she opened them he was still there, grinning at her. She picked up her pillow and hurled it at him. "I can't get ready if you don't leave and then I will be late.. and it will be your fault"

 

[Staine]

Laughing again as she bit at him Cedric didn't even attempt to move his finger, he was more than happy to let her catch it and bite down knowing full well that she wouldn't bite hard. A roll of his eyes and a soft poke with his other hand as she rolled away followed as he had absolutely no intention of letting her slip back to sleep. "Now now, you don't want to earn yourself detention before we have even started, do you? Don't think I won't young lady!" He couldn't help but tease her, it was his job as her brother to do so, was it not? He ignored her grumpy little comment and leaned down, smiling as he gave her a kiss on her forehead while she had her eyes closed and then waited there, eyes gazing at hers until she finally opened them before he backed off, chuckling. The pillow hit him in the back as he walked away and through the door. "Oh don't worry, you won't be late even if I have to drag you there in your nightclothes so do be quick and get ready!"

He left her there like that while he gathered everything he would need for the first day back. A bowl was already on the table and he poured her favourite cereal into it and left the bottle of milk by it, a glass of fresh orange juice by the side too. There was still plenty of time before school and he really wasn't worried that they would be late but this was his job, he had to make sure that she took it seriously. Sitting down at the table he started on his own breakfast, a couple of slices of toast and a hot coffee to start the day while he read the news on his phone. It was just the thing to distract him from the thoughts he had when she had bit on him. In the stories he wrote, he would certainly have disciplined her. Not hard, it would have been gentle and caring but it would have been a warning all the same, and he would have had much more fun waking her up. He shook his head, smiling to himself...he had to get her out of his mind!

 

[Bunny]

Even as he left her room she could feel the lingering kiss on her forehead. She and Cedric had always been close. He was older than her, but he had always doted on her even as a child. When he had left to start teaching, they had grown apart a little. It didn't mean they had loved one another less. But she had drown into adolescence mostly without him around. When she had moved in with him suddenly a few years before it had been a bit of a shock for her. It had been six years since she had seen him, she had been only six years old. Suddenly a young woman she was living with him, at the budding age of twelve. Her feelings for her big brother still there, but now something else lingered too. Nat knew those feelings were wrong.. So she did her best to ignore them.

Sighing she slipped from bed brushing her long lavender hair away from her face. She glanced at her uniform hanging neatly. She hated uniforms. It didn't help that she didn't look like like most of her classmates, or the older students who seemed to fill it out.. better. She was willowy, that was the best word for it, she supposed. She lifted her hands to her breasts, cupping the weight of them. They were about a handful, for her, but she had small hands.. Which meant she wasn't like Brittany McGregor, who filled out her jacket to the point it looked like it struggled to contain her massive tits. She let her hands slip from her breasts, trailing down her stomach, the narrow lines of it flaring slightly at her hips. Looking into the mirror above her dresser she looked at her rear, easily seen in the soft pink panties under her short nightshirt. At least she had a cute butt? Sighing she shook her head, and headed for the shower.

Twenty minutes later she was in the kitchen with him, dressed in her uniform. Thigh high white socks matched the white blouse hidden under her burgundy tie and black jacket. The plaid pleated skirt fell just past her fingertips, in a matching burgundy, the edge trimmed in black. Her lavender hair was being allowed to air dry, taking to curling in soft waves around her small body. She was a tiny slip of a girl, at five foot. Setting her book bag down, she grabbed his coffee from his hand and took a sip before handing it back with a small face. She liked he coffee sweeter and with cream. "Blarg, black coffee is nasty you know?" Sitting across from him she poured milk into her cereal and began to wolf it down, knowing she had taken a little too long in her shower. She gazed at him as she chewed, head tilted to on side. "It's also nasty that you're a morning person, disgusting even. You unholy demon" She stuck her tongue out at him, before finishing off the last of her breakfast.

Rising she washed her bowl out, dumping the spoon and the bowl into the dishwasher. She picked up her bag and gave him a sheepish smile. "I didn't pack lunch, could I have lunch money?" This routine wasn't a new one, she often forgot.. it wasn't uncommon that she overslept and had to rush. They had tried to have her make them before bed once.. She had still forgotten it.

 

[Staine]

Finally he could hear movement as she started to wake and actually do things, grinning to himself while he sipped his coffee. By the time she came out dressed in her school uniform and looking no less miserable for having had a shower Cedric had finished his breakfast. Letting her take her coffee from him and try it he couldn't stop himself from laughing at her as she passed it back with what seemed to be a scowl, a smirk on his lips. "Maybe you shouldn't be drinking coffee at all at your age then?" He watched her pour the milk into the cereal and shook his head at her, taking another sip of his perfectly fine coffee. "And what's wrong with being a morning person? It isn't my fault you were up all night doing whatever it is you do in there, at least i assume you must have been if you are this tired." Despite his teasing he knew she was well aware of how much he adored her. Okay...maybe not exactly how much or in what way he had recently felt about her but still...she knew he loved her. When she stuck her tongue out at him he grinned and pulled her seat towards his so that she was practically sitting between his legs.

"Now now, Miss Ward, is that any way to act towards your teacher?" He reached out to run his fingers through her hair and mussed it up a little, leaning closer to her before sticking out his own tongue in response. "Going to have to keep an eye on you, aren't I?" Rising from his seat, still chuckling softly he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry sweetpea, it isn't going to be that bad, I promise. I'll be right there with you the whole time if you need me, just text me okay?" A kiss on her cheek and he was grabbing his bag with the lesson plans in it and leaving her to rinse out her bowl. Groaning at her question he nodded and sighed in an exaggerated fashion as he opened the door for her. "Fine, I will give you some lunch money but in future you can expect punishment for forgetting!" Letting her through the door and to the car he followed her down, getting into the driver's seat and starting the short drive to school.

 

[Bunny]

She giggled as he pulled chair chair closer to his, the first real sign of life from her. She responded with a shrug. "I don't see why not, corporal punishment isn't a thing anymore" Nat had no idea, how close to home that comment would hit, or how dear it was to his heart and desires. She blushed as his words brushed along her skin and she turned her face away from him. Blushing would be hard to explain.

Dishes clean she followed him to the door and slipped through it before him. She took the stairs quickly waiting at the car for him. One short ride later she slipped out of his car and fled. "See you" Tossed over her shoulder at him. The teachers all knew she was his sister, so no one thought twice seeing a student exiting his car. She fled so no students would see her. She didn't need that hanging over her head. She knew some of the girls were not above faking a friendship with her if it it got her closer to the sexy Mr. Ward.

Natalya went to find her friends before the first bell. Fifteen minutes later she and her group of friends walked through the classroom door. Nat and Mark came in just a little behind their group holding hands. He had asked her to go see a movie that weekend. They were kind of dating now. It was a bright spot for her morning. Their group all took seats near the back and she dropped her backpack on the floor releasing Mark's hand as she caught Cedric's face. She blushed and pulled out her notebook. He looked like he had swallowed something slimy.. She met his eyes across the room, the blush still in her cheeks. Why did he seem so upset?

 

[Staine]

Cedric had smiled almost sweetly at her when she made her comment, his fingers finding her chin and making her look up to him. "For you, dear sister, I would bring it back so behave yourself." He poked her gently on the forehead as he had risen from his seat. "Or else you might find yourself bent over my desk for a caning." He hadn't stopped to see her reaction, he had already been on his way towards the door at that point and once the short drive was over and he had dropped her off near the school he had parked and found his classroom again. His home away from home...it had taken him about half an hour to get settled in before first bell, and his students filed in. He was so excited to see Natalya amongst them...until he saw her walk in with her hand in that boy's. His eyes had narrowed as he felt a twinge of jealousy.

It was crazy, wasn't it? He should be happy for her if not a little overbearing and overprotective but those weren't the only things he was feeling, actual jealousy was primary. Like she was his. Her blush as she took her seat just made it worse but he had a class to teach so he took the register without incident though he memorised the boys name. Mark. Some of the girls of the class had giggled as he had taken their names and he had flashed them all friendly smiles, eyes twinkling but only a facade as he thought about the boy.

Today he was teaching English but as it was the first day he hadn't really given out an assignment so he had the class read publicly, roughly a page at a time and correcting their syntax and questioning them about what they had read from Shakespeare. A few of the girls he let speak a little longer, though he still made them answer what they thought the motive for the writing was, what the message was, even Natalya had a turn. Mark though...the questions were much tougher, he made him read almost two whole pages and had chosen him when the message was the strongest, the death of Romeo upon finding Juliet seemingly dead, grinning as the boy failed to get the message and correcting him in front of the whole class. As the bell rang for first break he sat on the edge of his desk addressing the students. "That was excellent work, all of you show promise, though some more than others." He chuckled, looking towards a girl who had started giggling in the front row before looking back to Mark. "You can learn though, I think you will all have some reading and an assignment over the weekend, based on how you did today and how you do the rest of the week, now go enjoy your break, all of you." Letting them leave, he waited for them all to first hand in the books they had been reading from.

 

[Bunny]

She watched him as he called roll a frown on her face. Cedric had seemed mad almost. The reaction was puzzling. That feeling of puzzlement didn't fade however as the class began. She watched him flirt with other girls, each time it made her heart ache. It was silly to be jealous of a smile or a tinkle in his eyes not for her, but she was. Nat wasn't one prone to violence, in fact she was quite shy and reserved over all. Today however she wanted to slap each of them. She knew she was being silly.. He wasn't flirting with them, she was seeing what she wanted to see.

When he had called on her, she had read the page she had been assigned. He smiled at her then, which drove home the fact she was being silly. Sitting down she had looked at the page before her. This was going to be a horrible year. It was wrong to be jealous of a teacher, period.. let alone if he was her big brother. She had no claim on him. Hell he didn't even know how she felt. She had been careful to show no one her feelings for him. At least not the ones that were wrong, taboo. She sighed softly and looked towards Mark.

He was cute, and he liked her. He had said as much. She could maybe overcome her feelings by finding someone new. Someone not related to her. She heard Cerdic's voice as he called on Mark. She looked up at him as Mark read and watched his face. He was being way harsh. She frowned at him and soon enough Mark's humiliation was over soon enough. Rising she picked up her bag. She touched Mark's arm and smiled softly. "I will catch up in a few"

Book in hand she waited till everyone else had turned in their books. She set hers down on top of the others and crossed her arms under her breasts. "What the hell Ricky?" Her voice was kept low, but it was clear she wasn't happy with him, and his actions had not gone unnoticed. "That was really mean. Mark is really nice and a good student and you roasted him. Hell, Henry couldn't even say half his words and you were patient with him!" She knew it had to do with her, but she thought he was being over protective, like an overbearing dad. "You owe him an apology!"

 

[Staine]

As the lesson had gone on Cedric hadn't regretted being harsh on the little bastard that had been holding his sister's hand, on the contrary he felt good about it, and it was his right as a teacher to be hard on any student he expected more from, it wasn't like he was failing him for no reason or anything, right? He saw Nat touch the boy's arm as class was over and get in line to turn in the books while he smiled and welcomed each and every student that brought their books in to him. Some of the girls lingered a little longer than they should, hands brushing against his as they handed them in, very mildly suggestive comments or telling him how excited they were to be in his class and he had chuckled, flashed them his perfect smile and maybe gotten a little too close to some of them but it was harmless flirting right? When his sister got to him, he had smiled at her just the same right up until she had yelled at him, looking around to find the other students had all left.

He frowned at her and shrugged, taking her book and placing it with the others. "Henry didn't have his hands all over you, now did he?" In truth neither had Mark, they had just been holding hands, nothing more, but that had been enough to incite his rage. He knew it was stupid, dumb even, but he couldn't really help it. "When Henry is making grabby hands at my younger sister, my little sweetpea, then maybe I will he harsh on him too, but until then he is just fine by me." He reached out and brushed her hair to the side, smiling at her despite the sharpness of his tone. "Besides, it's my right to be overprotective. You're mine, mine to take care of and protect so don't think for one second that I'm going to apologise to him, I don't feel sorry. I wasn't even that hard on him, he just didn't know the material. Maybe next time he will do better."

 

[Bunny]

Natalya gave that kind of sigh that only teenagers seemed to manage. A lusty exhale of air that more than hinted at her frustration. "Neither did Mark.. We were just holding hands!" She pouted up at him, even as he used that pet name, as he brushed her hair with one of his hands. His smile was gentle even as he reprimanded her for her chastising him. Closing her eyes she let out a smaller sigh. Mark wouldn't want to date her if this was the treatment in store.. Something in her gut wormed, saying that this was the tip of the iceberg of how far Cedric might go. Slowly lifting her lashes her deep blue eyes gazed up into his own pale blue ones. She was his.. The words caused her to frown softly. He didn't mean them in the way she wished he did. She was his ward, like the father he was seeming like. A touch of sadness lingered in her eyes and Nat offered a small nod finally.

He had a point.. Mark should have know the material better. The next idea chased the sadness away. "I guess I could offer to help him study!" She smiled. She needed something.. someone to take her mind off the desire to nuzzle her head into his hand. To be more to him. Wong it was wrong. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, lips brushing his own. It would seem unintentional, it always did.. But Natalya never did it by accident. It was a small act of defiance of her own desires and the taboo nature of them. "I need to get to my next class.. Sorry I snapped" She did actually look contrite as she apologized, a soft smile on her lips. She bounced out his room with a wave of her hand, the petals of her schoolgirl skirt swaying merrily. The long heavy fall of her silver lavender locks bouncing with each step before she vanished around the corner.

She caught up with her friends and Mark and offered to help him study later. He had eagerly agreed, and they had decided to meet in the library just after school. A quick text sent to Cedric telling him she'd be at school late studying in the library. A few hours later she came through the front door, dropping her book bag just beside the door with a small thud. Toeing off her shoes she lifted her voice "I'm home!" Stomach giving a small rumble she headed toward the kitchen, her mood bright. Mark had asked her to the upcoming dance. She'd naturally said yes the prospect of finding a pretty dress dancing in her mind as she snagged an apple. Taking a bite she spun on her thigh high socks across the smooth wooden floor with grace, her skirt blossoming outward, flashing her pretty pink panties for a moment. A happy squee leaving her lips. Her first dance! maybe.. her first kiss?

As she spun she caught sight of him in the door way and she gave a small squeak falling over. A soft little cry leaving her as she landed on her ass hard, legs splayed. Tears spring to her eyes from the shock and the pain. The apple skittered across the floor and she gave a whimper.. "Fuck.. that hurt.."

 

[Staine]

Cedric chuckled and shook his head. "Holding hands is how it starts. I might not be able to protect you for the rest of your life but I can damn sure protect you now, especially from boys." He was still stroking her hair lightly, just a habit he had developed. He had always been a little handsy like this, never inappropriate touches but he was affectionate towards his little sister, and he made sure she knew it. "It's okay, I might have been just a little harsh...but he really does need to study." He had frowned slightly when she said she would help him but he didn't really have an argument for stopping that. Cedric really was trying his best not to be overbearing....he just couldn't stand the thought of her with that boy...with any boy. In his mind she had to be with him...still lost in the stories he wrote and the desire he had for her it was hard for him to just let her go and be herself, to date. "Fine, if you must help him study I'm sure it can't be a bad thing but do I need to remind you to behave yourself? I swear Nat, if I find out anything is going on that I wouldn't approve of..." He smiled, half between friendly and downright dangerous with a glint in his eye. "Well I'm sure you can fill in the blanks with your imagination. You're not too old for a spanking you know."

He had said it before he could stop himself. On reflection, it was just following on from her corporal punishment joke earlier that morning but to make it so boldly in front of her...his only course of action following that was to pretend he had said nothing wrong and carry on, so he did. "Be home by seven at the latest if you do, that's when I will have dinner ready okay? Now go on, behave yourself and get to your next classes." He let her go with that, ruffling her hair up as he reluctantly pulled his hand back. The rest of his classes he was a little more surly than he would normally be, checking his phone and sure enough he got a text message that said she would be home later, that she was studying. Once he had finished his final class he had drove home alone, and worked on his stories a little more, laying in his bed and writing some more in his journal. Of course, she was the star yet again, his students forgotten and his little sister the focus of his attention. He didn't even try to hide it anymore, she was the sister in the stories too, not just in appearance but in actual fact, and spanking was very much a part of this tale. Spanking for being out late with a boy when she knew who she belonged to, who her Daddy was. It was 6:30 when he put the journal down on his pillow and made his way to the kitchen to cook, waiting for her to return while he cooked fish and peas. When he heard her coming in he smiled, leaving the food to finish cooking as he went to go and greet her. He laughed as he saw her spin...while he hated that this boy made her feel that way, and it clearly was him, he liked seeing her happy. The sudden fall shocked him at first but he was chuckling as he moved to help her up, leaning down and lifting her not just to her feet but into his arms as he carried her to the couch in the front room. "That's what happens when you're not careful, little sister." His voice was even, trying not to think of the view he had had, her panties as she had spun and fallen, or that his hand was on her ass as he held her in his arms before laying her down on the couch. "You should be more careful...I'll always be here to look after you but that doesn't mean you should go around hurting yourself." Leaning down he kissed her cheek, a slight salty tang as his lips found one of her tears. "Are you okay? That looked like it hurt. Do you need me to get some ointment? How bad is it?" It had only looked like a little fall but he wasn't so sure, he knew she was delicate, and it was his job to look after her. His desire had nothing to do with it at all...

 

[Bunny]

Cuddled into his arms she looked up at him, heart racing. His hand was underneath her skit, the warmth of his skin easily felt through her panties. Nat felt ashamed at the thoughts that raced through her head, blush creeping into her cheeks. Laid down upon the couch she smiled some at the kiss he brushed to her cheek. His question made her want to say she was hurt.. But taking advantage of him and his kindness, his worry, would be wrong. Even still she wanted to say she was hurt, to have her big brother touch her. A small shake of her head was given. "Just my pride" She couldn't bring herself to say yes. Cedric was a good man, he didn't deserve his little sister to use him for her own perverted dreams. Oh, how she wanted to have him cuddle her close as he rubbed ointment on her rear, his fingers massaging the cream into her skin.

Her lips had parted as she started up into his eyes and she cleared her throat her little fantasy causing her to shift against the couch cushions. The blush deeper. "What's for dinner?" She needed to change the subject of her mind.. She didn't need to be thinking such things about him. Another thought pushing forward, and she smiled at him. "This weekend, can I go to the mall with Hannah and Marie?" She bit her cheek and played with the end of her curls. "And maybe.. borrow your credit card?" She knew the question about the mall would be a yes, the second one would be laughed at. Before he could even question as to why. "I want to get a dress for the dance." She smiled up at him. "You know.. the spring dance?"

Her mind moved to the dance. She had no chance of being crowned the spring queen. She wasn't popular enough to get the votes, but for a moment she let that fantasy take the place of the perverted one of her big brother. Getting to wear that stupid little crown with the cheap rhinestones.. A dance with the spring king, all eyes on her and he. She didn't care much for who the king would be, she just wanted to feel like a princess. Just for a moment. The dream slipped away and she gave a small sigh. Silly dreams, but it was more obtainable than the one before and likely far healthier than lusting for someone who would never feel the same.

 

[Staine]

Cedric had been just a little disappointed as she declined the ointment, but also a little relived. How wrong of him would it have been to do that, to rub the cream into his little sister's rear? He knew he would have taken his time, he might have pulled her panties down so that he wouldn't have ruined them while his hands ran over that softest of flesh, massaging it into her, his fingers sliding down between her thighs...he shook his head as if to physically shake the thoughts free, what was wrong with him? He could feel himself getting erect, that wasn't good! "Just...just your pride huh? Well don't worry sweetpea, I'm the only one who saw and I thought it was cute, even if you're a little clumsy." He chuckled and straightened her hair, his hand finding it naturally like it always did when they were in close proximity. "My perfect little princess. Hmm, for dinner it's fish and peas, nothing special but I think it will be really good."

He was rising to his feet, having been crouched by the couch and turning so she wouldn't see the bulge in his slacks, not fully formed but certainly noticeable. Rolling his eyes he turned back to look at her. "The mall...with my credit card?" He grinned, shaking his head again even though the answer was clearly not going to be a no. "So is that what this was...hurt yourself in front of your big brother to bring on the tears and pull at my heartstrings, knowing I can't resist taking care of you, then take my card for...a dress?" He was teasing, his voice filled with mock sternness and a raised eyebrow now peering down at her. His classic 'teacher' look, as she had called it in the past. "I'll think about it...but don't go injuring yourself any worse for it, that won't work at all young lady." He reached down and pressed his finger against her nose gently. "But if I say yes, I get to approve your dress. Until you're old enough to move out you're still mine, I'm not letting you wear something too short in a room full of horny teenagers."

He left her laying there on the couch while he went to plate the food, the fish and peas just about cooked and ready, with a few fries to go with them. Laying it all down on the dining room table, he was battling with his feelings about her clearly having been invited to the dance by this boy, trying not to be jealous and failing miserably. There was no way he could fight these feelings off, if anything they seemed to be getting deeper. He sat down at the table, calling for her as he picked up his knife and fork.

 

[Bunny]

A small huff was given as he said she was clumsy though her blush deepened as he called her his little princess. Why did he seem to unknowingly say things that made her heart skip a beat. Or like earlier when he had threatened to spank her, playful as it had been and a return to her comment before about corporal punishment. She'd found some things on her iPad one night while horny that had left her with more questions and hornier than she had started. "Sounds really good. You're a great cook after all" He always cooked her dinner, every night without fail. It was a carry over from when they'd been at home. Their dad had always cooked them dinner, a small daily tradition.

A giggle left her and she tilted her head. "I didn't fall on purpose! You scared me. I didn't see you in the kitchen." Smiling still she nodded. "Okay" His conditions sounded fair and she had no desire to dress like a tramp. Her head tipped back and she nipped at his finger. His. He said it again. She squirmed and watched him leave the room. She didn't move for a few minutes. When he called her for dinner, that is when she sat up. Her thoughts had been stuck on mine. Did he know how each time he said it, it was almost sexual to her? A claim on her. Not one of raising her. No, it was an almost possessive mine. It wasn't helping with her own confused feelings. Sighing she stood and made her way to the table.

Noticing they didn't have drinks she paused. "I'm gonna get some milk did you want anything?" When he asked for apple juice she nodded. Opening the fridge she pulled both the milk and juice out. Pouring them into glasses she put the jugs back into the fridge before carrying the glasses to the table. His was set down and she pressed a kiss to his hair before sitting down before her own plate, legs tucked under her body. "It looks really good" Picking up her own fork she began to eat. A few moments passing before she teased him. "You know you should be careful threatening to spank me while we are in school. We both know you wouldn't, but other people are silly" Oh but she wished he would. The porn she'd seen coming back into her mind. The girl over the lap of a dom, her bare ass raised some as his hand fell on the globes of her ass before rubbing at her pussy.. Blushing she looked down at her plate, focused on eating. What was wrong with her?

 

[Staine]

Cedric had smiled at that, he didn't think he was a great cook at all but he certainly enjoyed doing it for the both of them. It was like a little tradition, something he never really wanted to stop, just another part of taking care of her that he loved. Her musical giggle was another thing that made him smile, any time she was happy he was happy, he wasn't just lusting after his little sister...he thought he might be in love with her too. It took him a lot of effort to try and fight that, to rationalise it...surely it had to just be brotherly love, right? He didn't really feel like that about her...but the more time he spent with her recently the more doubts he had about that. "So now you're blaming me for your accident? I don't know Nat, that's not very nice. I'm not the one making your fall on your butt, you did that yourself with that little twirl."

Taking his apple juice from her he took a sip and laughed softly at her comment, a grin splitting his features. "So you'd prefer me to only comment about spanking you while we are here at home?" He raised that eyebrow again, the playful look on his face. "I think you're underestimating me too, little sister. You're the one that made the corporal punishment comment, and I am your legal guardian. Maybe you should think twice about misbehaving or end up over my lap!" He took another bite of his food and decided he should probably try and change the subject before he would find it hard to walk without attracting her attention, which he was very much in danger of doing. "Doesn't matter what other people think, don't worry princess." As he finished his meal he stood up and kissed the top of her head again while she seemed to be wholly focused on her own food. "Oh, it's Saturday you want to go shopping right? I have a date on Friday night, I might be out just a little late but I'll try to be back in good time to be up before you go. Trying out this tinder thing I hear so much about." With a ruffle of her hair again he left her to eat while he cleaned up. He had only picked up that app to find a way to distract himself from his thoughts about her, maybe if he had somebody else to focus on he would realise it wasn't her he was lusting after, just somebody in general? It had been a while...but he had a sneaking suspicion that wasn't the case.

The next few days after that seemed to pass slowly, whether it was impending dread at the thought of his date or excitement, it seemed to take forever for Friday to come around when he was meant to go out and meet up with his date, Christie, at a local cafe. Finally the day came and school ended, and he was fresh from the shower after cooking up a meal for Natalya to eat alone and staring down at two outfits, wondering which to wear. He had written a few more stories in his journal this week after their spanking conversation and his journal was just peeking from beneath his pillow as he stood there in just the towel. "Nat, I think I need your help, which of these do you think I would look best in, you know, if we were dating?" In his mind it didn't seem like a bad thing to ask his little sister, he didn't even consider it as he worked on taming his long, orange hair while he waited. On one side of the bed were smart, well pressed black pants, a reddish black shirt and not much else, casual yet somehow formal at the same time, while on the other side were jeans, new and crisp with a soft brown t-shirt and jacket. Less formal, for sure, maybe a little too casual but it was just a tinder date, right?

 

[Bunny]

She stuck her tongue out at him from across the table. "Was totally your fault" Nat knew it was a combination honestly of him scaring her and her spin, but why take any blame when she could blame him totally? Munching on her food, his question about keeping the spanking talk at home made her blush and she was happy when he changed the subject. She didn't know what to say to that. The yes please, that bubbled to her lips was not an option at all. "Yeah, Saturday at like noon they wanted to meet up." It was funny, the mention of a date made jealousy streak through her in a nasty wave. A date? He hadn't dated anyone since she'd come to live with him. A small part of her was happy that he was feeling comfortable enough to. The other, larger part? Hated the idea of anyone touching her big brother. Mine. His own word coming to her mind. As he ruffled her hair she felt a sad wave of self loathing wash through her. As if he wanted to be hers. It was like those old movies from the eighties. Where the nerdy shy girl was in love the with popular boy but he had no idea she existed. In those movies though, they always got the guy. She managed to wait till he had started to clean up before crying. She didn't make a noise as the tears leaked down her cheeks. Stupid little girl..

The next few days passed without any real incident. Her little crying fit had been forgotten quickly enough. She pushed the feelings into that part of her mind that she rarely let out. No point in lingering on something that could never be. No need to hurt herself unnecessarily. She was after a silly little girl with a crush on her teacher, who happened to be her big brother. Nothing was ever coming from it.

Passing by his room she paused when he called out to her. Peeking into his room she found him in a towel staring down at to outfits. His words were like a slap. If we were dating? There was no way he could know how that question cut through her. Taking a slow deep breath she stepped into his room and looked at the two outfits before pointing at the reddish shirt. "That one, you know the saying. Only able to make a first impression once.." Looking to him as he fussed with his hair she bit her lower lip. She was happy for him. If she said it enough, it would be true, wouldn't it? Happy for him. "Do you need help with your hair?" When he gave her a sheepish smile and a nod she returned it. "Okay. Sit down.." She would carefully pull his hair back from his face into a pony tail at the base of his neck. "There.." She smiled and kiss his cheek, leaving him to get dressed.

Hours later bored she picked up her phone and sent him a text. Can I borrow your laptop? I am so bored that I am actually thinking about starting Miss Lynn's paper... When she got the okay she rolled off her bed and padded down the hallway to his room. Slipping inside she flicked on the light and moved to his desk, picking up the laptop she turned to leave, pausing when she saw the book peeking from under his pillow. Curiosity getting the better of her she pulled it out. The leather bound journal was plain. For a moment she debating reading it, thinking it was nothing more than what it seemed to be. But curiosity won out again and she opened it. Reading it she gave a small gasp. What.. was this?

 

[Staine]

Cedric had nodded as his sister had chosen the outfit for him, he had been leaning that way anyway since it was more his style but he was also a little wary that he might need to branch out a little, diversify and all that. Thankful that wasn't the case, he gratefully accepted her help with his hair. Crouching down on one knee so she could reach easily, towel threatening to fall without his hand on it to hold it up, he let her fix it for him and smiled softly. A kiss on his cheek was his reward...though at the time he wanted to turn and catch her lips on his so desperately. "Thanks Nat, kinda nervous here...I haven't been on a date in forever, I felt it was just going to be me and you for the rest of time, you know?" He reached out to straighten her hair and brushed the back of his fingertips over her cheek. "Not that that would be a bad thing either, but, well, needs and such. You behave yourself while you're here alone okay? No guests, no parties." He had chuckled quietly and let her leave, dressing before going out to meet his date. Christie was a pretty girl, long dark hair, a little younger than him and bright and bubbly, he was pleasantly surprised how much he enjoyed her company as they sat down in the restaurant he had chosen, answering questions about what it was like to be a teacher. Their food was just being brought to the table when he got a text from Natalya, and he quickly answered that yes, of course it was fine to go in his room for his laptop, not even thinking about his journal...

The story she had opened up on...the last in the journal had been inspired by their jokes about spanking. In it, he had dropped any illusions that he wasn't talking about them, Cedric and Natalya both mentioned by name, both described exactly as they were in real life as part of the ongoing saga of a relationship in the journal. Even the conversations were almost word for word what he had remembered, up to a point, but when his little sister had been at the dining table and said they both knew it was a joke, things had changed. In the journal, Cedric had started the same way, telling her not to underestimate him. Unlike in reality, Natalya had stuck her tongue out at him. "Yeah right, you don't scare me big brother, we both know you wouldn't dare." That had been all it had taken to go in a different direction as Cedric had growled softly at her, rising from the table with a wicked grin and lifting her up from her seat. Natalya had kicked and squealed playfully, beat her fists against his back as he had carried her to the front room and to his chair over his shoulder, her ass temptingly close to his face, warm against his cheek. He had sat down and pulled her over his lap, a hand on her back to hold her steady while he had lifted up her skirt, pulled down her panties. His hand had stroked over her ass lightly, almost reverently before he had delivered hard, fast smacks, pausing after every four or so to slide his fingers down between her thighs. Of course she had been dripping wet just as he had been hard beneath her, pressing up against her stomach. The only sounds in the room were the sound of his hand on her ass, her cries of pain and moans, his soft growls of appreciation.

It had been a story of his true desires she had found, like all of them were. Every situation exactly as he had wished it would go, not as it had gone in reality.

 

[Bunny]

Natalya sat on his bed, pushing his laptop further back. Lips parted, eyes wide. What.. It felt like her heart was in her throat. There was no way to mistake what she had read. She could easily recall the conversation from a few night past. Even if he hadn't used their names. Shocked and confused she flipped through the journal her name and his repeated. She didn't read any other of the stories, the shock still strong. Closing it she pushed it under his pillow, leaving it how she had found it. When she had grabbed it, Nat had taken careful note of how it had looked at the time thinking it was like a diary.

Sitting on his bed for several more minutes she tried to work through what she had read. Cedric... felt the same? Or at the very least lusted after her? Brushing her thighs together she could feel the result the story had on her. Aroused and confused she looked at his laptop. She'd just wanted to write a paper. But her mind swirled with what she had read. The story echoing back to the first thing she'd ever found porn wise. Blush in her cheeks she pulled his laptop towards her. Opening it she started it up. He never set up a password for his laptop. She only used it occasionally, constantly begging him for her own. Pulling up google she looked down at the eight little circles on the home page for search. Most seemed to be school based, one standing out. Tumbler. Tilting her head, her fingers moved along touch pad, double clicking on the little blue circle with the white t.

What came up only added to her confusion. Pictures, little blurbs about what he wanted to do to his princess. Images that were sexually explicit others sweet in a way. and a common set of words. Daddy Dom, little girl.. Teeth scraped the inside of her cheek as she pulled up a second tab, typing both into the search bar. DD/lg spreading across the results. There was still a funny feeling in her stomach, this world she was finding.. this side of him. Shaking her head Nat closed both pages and closed his laptop with a soft click. Leaving his bedroom she went down to the living room. "Paper.. Just.. don't.. Even if he does feel the same. He can't act on it. Won't.."

She was half way through writing her paper when a text came up on her phone. Hey girl, I think I have the flu.. You guys could go without me, but I think Marie's mom wrangled her into babysitting. Rain check? Texting Hannah back she sighed and closed her eyes. She had been looking forward to getting out of the house, away from Cedric. Away from his secret. But.. I don't have to. I could... test this. At the very least return the favor of being horny as hell. A wicked smile curling on her lips. A plan forming in her mind. Going back to her paper it would take her an hour more to finish it and save it. Looking at the clock on the bottom right the time read nine pm. Yawning she closed his laptop and laid down, turning the TV on.

Asleep on the couch when he came home an infomercial playing on the TV. The light of the screen flicking against her face. She was dressed in her PJs already. Pale pink shorts that cling to her thighs and hips and a loose tank top with a picture of a strawberry printed on it. The fabric of the top lifted up along her stomach, exposing most of her tummy, the underside of one breasts peeking just from under the hem of her tank top.. One hand was tucked under her head, her thumb in her mouth. A habit she'd never outgrown much to her dentist's horror. Lavender locks wild about her head.

 

[Staine]

Cedric had no idea she had found his little book of stories, all about her. His old journal he had thrown away, that had been about students mostly, when he had written his first story about his little sister he had faltered at the idea of them being in the same book...no, to him she had deserved her very own and so the entire thing as an homage to her, to the life they could have had. Months worth, ever since she had turned 18...in fact the first story might have been about her birthday. While she was powering up his laptop he was enjoying a pleasant meal with Christie, talking about her work as a bank teller and his as a teacher. By the time they had finished talking and very awkwardly flirting it was getting late, 10:30, and he had smiled as he told her he had a good night, said they should do it again sometime. He wasn't naive, he knew Tinder dates often were one night stands but that hadn't been what he had been looking for, and Christie had seemed to agree. Parting ways, he had made his way home feeling good about talking to her some more and setting up another date. Walking into the house quietly so as not to disturb Natalya, he walked into the front room and chuckled as he saw her.

She looked so peaceful, laying on the couch like that, so cute...and another feeling rose up in him. Much of her flesh was on display, it was very tasteful of course but he couldn't help but be drawn to her rear, to her thighs, to the slight underboob he could see beneath the tank top. For a short while he just stood there staring at her while she slept, sucking her own thumb, fighting his own desires. He wanted to pin her down and wake her with a kiss, he wanted to tell her how he felt, the pull was overwhelming and hard to fight, it took all the self control he had. Why couldn't he? Why did he have to have these feelings that were so wrong? It wasn't like he wanted to feel this way about his own little sister...he couldn't help it, it just...was. It was something he had to live with, knowing he could never have and only fantasise about in stories he wrote for some kind of resolution. The last thing he did was to take a photo of her laying there on his phone, smiling to himself and lying to himself at the same time, telling himself it was just cute and not everything he ever wanted before he reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking her awake.

"Hey there sleeping beauty, you okay? Something the matter with your bed tonight?" His tone was playful and caring, quiet so as not to startle her as she stirred. There was room by her feet to sit and he did so, right next to her, leaning over her as he rocked her shoulder again. "Did you manage to get your paper done at least?" He could see his laptop, closed on the floor beside the couch so he assumed she had been working on it when she felt tired. "That's a good girl...my little princess. Come on, let's get you to bed." She was still waking up but obviously still sleepy so he stood again, hooking arms beneath her legs and her back and lifting her gently up as he carried her upstairs to her room, pushing the door open with his foot and laying her down on her bed. Leaning down he gave her a kiss on her forehead and grabbed one of her stuffed toys, a small bunny which he pushed into her arms. He spent the next few minutes tucking her into bed, making sure she was completely wrapped up warm and covered, tucking the sheets in before he left her there. "Sleep sweet, little one. I love you, with all my heart." His voice was a whisper as he kissed her cheek and left, closing the door and going to bed himself. Even if it couldn't be real, it had felt nice to pretend, to have some small bit of that relationship he so very wanted with her.

 

[Bunny]

Oblivious to Cedric coming home standing over her, of the way he gazed at her body. Though she knew of his feelings now, it likely would have come as a shock to see the way he hungrily watched her. Nat didn't wake until he spoke, her eyes opening slowly. Those pretty blue eyes held sleepy confusion. "Wa' wait' for you" Her speech hindered by the pull of sleep, trying to pull her back under. The couch shifted as she closed her eyes, and the hand on her shoulder earned him a soft sound of annoyance and then a noise that sounded like uh-huh. Her world shifted and she cuddled into him, eyes still closed, thumb in her mouth.

Natalya could feel each step he took, but it was like a lullaby of sorts lulling her back into sleep. It wasn't until she was laid in bed that she stirred. A soft mummer given as he gave her her stuffie. Several kisses and one tuck in later, slipping in and out of sleep a smile on her lips as sleep claimed her for good. Her dreams peaceful though the night. At some point Nat had managed to kick off half her blankets and it was the chill in the air that woke her. Sitting up with a yawn she rubbed at her eyes. She could vaguely remember being tucked in, being carried to bed. Her mind skipped back to his journal, her plan. Blushing, she looked at her door. She was going to follow through with her plan, if she had the balls for it. Teasing her big brother who was writing erotic stories about spanking her, was likely not the wisest course of action, but she still planned to.

A shower later she was staring at her closet. A small part of her mind whispered that trying to pick out the perfect outfit to look cute and to torment her big brother was sick as hell. She lingered, teeth worrying at her lower lip. Finally she settled on a sleeveless turtle neck, an overall skirt in the palest of pinks. A pair of thigh high black stockings with cute little bows at the front of her thighs. A pair of platform pink shoes with black hearts on the toe and side. A few cute accessories picked out. A pink bat necklace, one Cedric had given her last year and a leather black wrist cuff with a bat on it. Pink letters spanned across it's wings Creepy Cute. Lastly she added a pair of pink and black earrings, crystal pink roses and matte black bats.

Sitting at her cute little vanity, she carefully applied make-up. Her eyes were lined with winged eye liner her lids carefully applied with pale pink that faded into black at the corners of her eyes. Her lips were painted with a sweet pink. A little black heart drawn under her left eye. Lavender hair was pulled back from her face, two braids linking at the back of her head into a single braid, the rest left down and curling softly down her back. Humming softly she headed down the stairs. Starting breakfast for them, she couldn't help but smile. If nothing else happened today, she looked cute as hell.

 

[Staine]

The next morning Cedric took only a few moments to remember how the night had gone. it had been pretty good actually, his date had been enjoyable, Christie had definitely made him smile and while she didn't make him feel like his own sister did, which was definitely a strange feeling, he liked her. He could maybe build something there. Then the memory of coming home and finding Natalya asleep on the sofa which pushed everything else aside. He smiled to himself when he recalled carrying her to bed and tucking her in, it was probably his favourite part of the night, the week even. Looking at his phone to check the time he quickly flicked through to the picture of her sleeping that he had taken on the sofa...yeah, this wasn't going to help his desires any. He had half a mind to 'take care of it' right there, he could feel himself stirring but he could also hear her moving around. He wanted to say hi before she left with her friends so he forced himself up and out of bed, stretching as he approached his closet. The outfit he had rejected the last night, or rather that Nat had rejected, still looked good to him and feeling a little lazy he grabbed it before he went to the shower himself. Ten minutes later he was drying himself off and getting dressed before going down to meet her.

He found her in the kitchen making breakfast and he paused in the doorway, unsure if she had heard him approaching or not on the hardwood floor as he took in the sight of her. He'd never told her this, never planned to, but the way she dressed was possibly a very large part of the attraction to her, physically at least. He loved the pastel goth aesthetic she seemed to go for a lot, he liked cute things, he loved thigh high socks and blacks and pinks, he loved the sometimes dark sometimes bright and bubbly things she liked to adorn herself with like the wrist cuff she wore. His eyes found the inch of flesh at the top of her thighs before her skirt covered it...those socks. Around ten seconds of admiring it passed before he coughed, walking into the kitchen properly. "Looking like you're going out on a date there, Nat, not sure if I should approve or not. You and your friends closer than you let on?" He smiled as he sat down at the table and worked on taming his hair a little, trying to replicate what she had done for him last night while looking at how hers was so neat and tidy. He needed to develop those skills, though it would probably look a little odd on him. "Skirt is definitely a little short, but it's cute I guess. Sure you're not going meeting any boys?" He grinned over at her. "Did you even get enough sleep? You were quite the sight on the sofa when I found you last night."

 

[Bunny]

She wasn't aware that he'd come downstairs humming softly to herself as she brought a pot of water the boil. She was thinking egg and soldiers for her big brother. It was something she could fondly remember him making her when she'd been small and their parents had been working. It would also give her a chance to use the cute little egg cups she'd found. Creepy and cute, they reminded her of Wednesday Adams mixed with a touch of Día de Muertos.. She loved them, using her allowance to buy them. The toast had just been slipped into the toaster and the eggs into the water just minutes before when he coughed. Looking over her shoulder she flashed him a bright smile. "I have to wear a uniform every day to school, of course I'm gonna take the chance to dress up when I am going out with friends." She turned back to the breakfast as a timer went of cheerily. Fishing the eggs out, she put them into a bowl of waiting ice water.

"Speaking of.." She kept working her back to him. "They.. canceled. Sick and parents the excuses" A smile in her voice as she popped out the last of the four eggs and grabbed the toast as it popped. Placing the cups down, she dried off the eggs, before chopping their tops off. "I was wondering.. If you'd still take me?" Her back never moved from facing him. Not even as she cut the toast with a bone shaped cookie cutter. Placing them on a plate she laid the bones before him. "Close your eyes!" The excitement in her voice clear. Waiting until he did she hurried back to get the eggs, both placed before him. "Okay open them!" She beamed at him, brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before hurrying off to grab them both drinks.

She'd even thought to make him coffee, herself some tea. Both steaming mugs were placed before him. Though her plan was clear, his coffee how she liked it. She'd want to steal some sips. Pale and sweet as hell. Sitting down, she smoothed her skirt around her legs and looked to him. "We could make a day out of it? You can tell me about your date.. And we can get lunch? What do you say?" She didn't really want to hear about his date, but the longer she could have him out, the more she could tease him.

 

[Staine]

She seemed...bubbly. Cedric loved that, whenever Nat was happy it seemed to rub off on him, infectious in a way as she flashed him that smile. He rolled his eyes as she made a very valid point about having to wear her school uniform all the time and he had to concede that he didn't really have a way around that. "Fiiine, I suppose it's okay then...just be careful where you go bending over, you're likely to give somebody an eyeful. You are wearing underwear, I hope?" Secretly, he didn't hope for anything of the sort but his voice was just stern enough, something between big brother and teacher, that he didn't think she would pick up on that at all. "Oh, well that's too bad..." He had started to speak as she had said they had cancelled when he had heard the strange noise of something being chopped, and he couldn't quite see what it was she was cooking. When she asked him if he wanted to go he had mixed feelings, he wanted nothing more than to spend his time with her but he knew that looking like that it was going to be difficult to take his eyes off her, something he was trying to get over by dating! As it was he could barely take his eyes off her rear and the tops of those socks while she had her back to him and had to drag his gaze up in time to not be caught as she turned.

He chuckled, closing his eyes as she approached him, wondering what she had in store when she told him to open them. He laughed as he saw the eggs, missing their heads and in the cute yet kind of scary little egg cups. He was about to comment when he felt her lips at the corner of his own, and he froze for just a second until she skipped away to grab them drinks. "They look amazing, just like I remember them. Where did the cups come from? I've never seen these before." Picking up a piece of toast, or rather one of the 'soldiers', he dipped it into one of the eggs, having a little taste before reaching for the salt shaker and shaking a small amount onto the yolk. Looking up at her he took the coffee and shook his head, grinning. "Okay, okay, you know damn well I can't say no to spending a day out with my favourite student, though I do wonder what the townsfolk will say." Taking another bite after dipping the soldier once more, he smiled up at her. "Delicious." He wasn't just talking about the breakfast either. "Are you sure you want me helping you choose a dress though? I'm sure it's not half as much fun as it is in a group of giggling schoolgirls." Another dip and a sip of his coffee, not realising the small lipstick transfer at the corner of his mouth. "Can I do the thing where I sit in the chair and shake my head at all your dresses till I finally give a thumbs up?"

 

[Bunny]

She blushed at his comment. Had she not read his journal the night before she might have brushed it off as odd, but excused it as her own mind playing games on her. "Cedric.." Her tone was reproachful at the suggestion she wasn't wearing panties. She did make a note to change them though, into the one pair she had bought with her friends giggling. It was for their first time.. Hers a pair of black panties that were edged in pale pink lace. She wasn't overly curvy but she loved the way they cling to her ass, not even covering all of her cheeks. She'd have to make a point of later bending over for him.

Sitting beside him she picked up her own bone of toast and dipped it into her egg. Taking a happy little bite she looked over at him. The pale pink of her lipstick standing out his sun kissed skin. Reaching over she cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing it off. "Sorry, had some lipstick on your cheek" A shy smile on her lips she went back to eating. "Yeah it might be more fun, but... You know that the time between now and the dance is gonna be really busy.." She looked down at her plate, pouting a little. "And I don't wanna wait till all the good dresses are gone." She looked up at him, that pout still on her lips. She had never thought to manipulate him before, but she wanted him to agree. So she was using pouting as a weapon. "It might not be all that bad, we don't just have to dress shop?" Her pout cracked at his joke and she gave him a sigh and rolled her eyes. "You're a dork, you know that right?"

 

[Staine]

Cedric chuckled as she seemed to chastise him, laughing and shaking his head. He had no idea she had read his journal, that she knew how he felt about her and they had made risque comments around each other before so he didn't see it as anything too bad. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry Nat, I'm sure you are." He smiled and dipped his egg again, enjoying the blast from the past that was the rather simple yet morish breakfast. "You're my good girl, you know? I can always rely on you to be my perfect little sister." There was clear affection in his voice as he said it, the love for her was second to none even if it was somehow now tied to this pesky desire he had for her. When she had reached over to wipe the lipstick from his cheek he had been tempted to snap playfully at her but he managed to resist, fearing it could get a little weird after his comment and instead just chuckling and nodding at her accusation. "I do know that, but if you tell any of your fellow students I will deny it. And punish you for it." He stuck his tongue out at her. He had meant it innocently enough, detention, but flashes of his latest story, of spanking her couldn't help but come to the fore.

"Hmm, what else could we do then? We could maybe go watch a movie or something, or just shop around for other things, make a little date out of it." The word date again had been innocent enough despite his feelings, but it was getting so much harder to maintain that level of thought around her especially with that cute little pout trying to drag the Daddy out of him, so to speak. He finished his first egg and began eating the second eagerly, adding a little salt. "Okay, you have me convinced, we should make this a fun day out, just the two of us! Anything my little sister's heart desires, we will try to make it happen okay?" Taking a sip of his coffee he sighed happily. "Perfect. So, did you get your paper done? You made a noise like you had last night but you were so tired you weren't making much sense so I just carried you up to bed." He chuckled at the memory. "Were you trying to wait up for me or something?" He remembered she had mumbled something to that affect when he had shaken her shoulder.