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...but I-I was Kidding.... {Crimson and Ghost}

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Sacrificing Crimson

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Jan 9, 2009
â??I donâ??t care what he thinks, Iâ??m not gonna go out with him just because heâ??s on the football team,â? Jasmine exclaimed. Phone tucked between her ear and shoulder the small girl stood before her full length mirror in just a pair of lacy black and crimson panties and a matching bra. Sheâ??d just finished going through her closet, looking for an outfit for her date that night before her best friend had called.

Jasmine and Michelle had been friends since the first day of kindergarten when theyâ??d been seated beside each other. Since then theyâ??d been nearly inseparable, and time had only made them better friends. Theyâ??d always found it amusing that rumors had been started that they were lesbians just because they spent so much time together, but the fact that Michelle was now dating the star quarterback had quickly quelled those rumors.

â??Câ??mon Jaz, heâ??s cuteâ?¦kinda,â? Michelle whined and Jasmine could almost picture her best friend standing before her mirror, blond hair pulled up into a messy bun, big blue eyes blinking slowly as her lower lip quivered.

â??I donâ??t care, Iâ??m not going out with him, heâ??s disgusting.â? Wrinkling her small nose in disgust Jasmine tossed the dress in her hand back onto the bed before she finally spotted the dress sheâ??d been looking for. â??Look, I know that you and Danny want to have a double date, but the only way youâ??re getting me to go out with you guys is if you find me someone hot. I donâ??t like jocks, you know that. Now I really have to go, I have a date in an hour and I need to get ready.â?

After a few minutes of animated arguing Jasmine finally managed to talk her best friend into a corner and hang up. Sighing and tossing her phone onto the bed Jasmine looked herself over in the mirror and rolled her eyes as she pictured Michelle going out with Danny. â??This night is gonna be fun, Iâ??m not letting that asshole ruin this,â? she said quietly before sitting down to do her makeup.

An hour later she was dressed. After a quick final once over Jasmine smirked and smoothed her small hands down her dress, purring happily. At only 5â??3 she wasnâ??t even close to the height of Michelle, who was blond, blue eyed, and stood at 5â??7 with legs that went on forever. Instead Jasmine was 5â??3, a little plump in all the right places, with hair as black as the night sky and eyes the color of summer grass. In almost every aspect Jasmine resembled her mother whoâ??d been born in Japan and moved to the United States where sheâ??d met Jasmineâ??s father. Just thinking about her mother made Jasmine sad but she pushed the emotions away. Smooth down the length of her small, crimson, corseted dress Jasmine gave another tug on the strings, making certain that everything was nice and tight before tying the ends. The dress had been her birthday present for herself and she couldnâ??t help but love the way the deep burgundy cloth brought out the blue highlights in her hair and made her creamy skin all the paler. The black ribbon laced through the corseting almost seemed to make the dress darker but Jasmine didnâ??t mind. The dress itself ended just below the curve of her ass and pushed her already perky breasts that much higher, drawing attention to the line of pale skin visible between her breasts. Smiling Jasmine enjoyed the fact she looked like a pornographic China Doll with her pale flesh, dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and full lips, before grabbing her purse and headed down the stairs. The burgundy stilettos that sheâ??d found in a box of her motherâ??s things seemed to make almost no noise on the stairs and Jasmine hoped that her brother was asleep, or at least busy doing something. She knew heâ??d take one look at her ballet inspired heals and have a fit since burgundy ribbons wrapped up her legs to mid thigh where they tied off in bows.

Wanting to avoid a confrontation with her brother if at all possible, the small girl made it down the stairs into the living room without incident. Spotting her fatherâ??s feet over the edge of the couch Jasmine paused, shaking her head as she heard the telltale sound of the old man snoring. It wasnâ??t surprising to find him passed out on the couch on a Friday night, but what was surprising was that he was home. Usually he was drowning himself in a bottle at one o the small bars scattered around the town near her house. Though he was a worthless drunk he made enough money to afford a very nice house out in the country and provide Jasmine, and her brother, with a comfortable livingâ?¦if he didnâ??t drink up his checks before they could get them cashed.

With a sigh and shake of her head Jasmine crept over to her father, quickly moving his arm so that she could reach into his pocket and extract his wallet. Taking a couple twenties and a fifty for herself the small girl tucked the money into her purse before she headed for the door. Any other night sheâ??d have loved to find her brother and show off her outfit, but she wanted to go out for the night. If her date was a disaster Jasmine could simply dump him and head to one of the clubs in the city, since sheâ??d convinced Paul, her date, to take her into the city for their date.

Pausing before the mirror to mess up her hair a bit Jasmine smiled, tongue playing with the small ring piercing her lower lip, checking to make sure her makeup was perfect and all her earrings were in before she heard the honk of a horn. â??Time to go,â? she purred, heading for the door.
 
Jason was outside on the front lawn, with a small grin on his face as he watched the sun start to go down. His blue eyes closed for a moment once he began to slowly turn around. Opening them to the small two story house on the outskirts of town that he called home he smiled. His ruffled brown hair blew a little bit with the evening breeze, on the night where the temperature was almost neutral. He sighed and looked around a little bit before he slowly started to walk toward his front porch.

In the Autumn evening light his skin looked almost like leather, he had a constant tan it seemed. Maybe from helping around the house, or from on the acres of land they owned or maybe from always being in the pool. His black t-shirt leaving most of his upper body covered at the moment, the material tight against his arms and chest showing the muscles he had developed over the years. His waist held a black leather, worn, belt the material was frayed and torn in a couple parts but the belt still held. The belt held the faded denim jeans to his body, being they were a little too big the belt was required. His feet were adorned with standard black tennis shoes, well more running shoes but it was not that big of a difference.

He sighed and turned to look once more across the yard when his blue eyes caught a car pulling up the drive. He smirked to himself a little and took a seat on the front porch to watch whether the car was mistaken or here for a reason. When it rolled to a stop and honked he smiled and waited knowing that the car wasn’t for him he wanted to see who it was for.

In the small corner of the porch the car couldn’t see him, and he really couldn’t see it, but that was not what he was interested in. What he was interested in was to see which member of his family walked through that front door. He smiled and laughed as he waited.
 
Peaking out the window beside the door Jasmine smiled when she saw Paul waiting, hoping to the gods that she didn't run into her brother. Adjusting her dress slightly and grabbing her keys she stepped out of the house, closing the door behind her. Not bothering with locking it Jasmine simply headed for the car, enjoying the way the engine purred. Though Paul's car was nice, Jasmine knew that if she could talk her brother into a race Jason would win, he always won, but there were a few things even he couldn't have.

Taking a deep breath and brushing small fingers through her hair quickly Jasmine spotted her brother. Just sitting on the porch Jasmine could see the smirk on his face and she knew Jason well enough to know that wasn't necessarily a good thing. If the car was for Dad then he'd be glad to see their old man leave, but he seemed to have a bigger problem with Jasmine going out. Giving him a smile she picked up her pace a bit, not wanting to be pulled back into the house before she had a fair chance to make a run for it.

"Dad's passed out on the couch, can you put a blanket over him and a can by his head. I don't want to clean up puke again," she said quickly, blowing her elder brother a kiss as she heard Paul honk again.

Beginning to grow irritated already Jasmine was half tempted to turn around and walk back into the house just to make Paul get out of the car to come get her. Usually she didn't mind walking out to her date's car, but she absolutely hated when people were impatient and would just sit there and honk. Letting the tension flow out of her shoulders she purred as she adjusted her stride for the gravel drive.
 
He smiled at her as she walked passed him. He listened intently with her instruction on their father and then he shook his head. “No sis, I think you should go back in and get the blanket and the can. Does dad know you’re going out?” He asked the simple question as she started down the drive.

Standing to rest himself on the railing now in the view where Paul could see him Jason smiled at the younger male driver. He waved a little and then looked at his sister. Envy grew when he thought of what the two were going to do tonight. Her all dolled up and ready to go have a good time. Not thinking that her brother might once in a while want to get the chance to get out of the house. No instead she was always leaving him, always going out with friends letting him stay home and do the chores and house work. He sighed. He was tired of it but he could do little to stop it. He knew she never asked to leave, simply because the fits their parents threw when she came in at the odd hours she did.

He was not an over bearing individual, and it all honesty, he preferred subtler tactics. He liked to play with peoples minds to see what he could pick and twist to his liking. Now as he looked at his sister a new emotion spread into his mind, lust! His eyes could not help but look at her. From her stiletto heals, up the ribbon that wound around her legs, the way he now thought his hands should be doing, to her dress, it ending just below her taut butt that he wanted to feel, up her back to her hair. He groaned a little to himself as he sat there. “Wake dad up and tell him good bye before you leave or he’ll be mad when you get home tonight.” He said to her before she got out of ear shot. “I hate hearing him yell at you.”
 
When asked if she'd gotten permission to leave Jasmine simply turned her head and stuck her tongue out at her brother. He knew full well she didn't ask, she never asked, the answer as always no, but Jasmine still went out. Stopping when she was told to go wake up their father and say goodbye Jasmine groaned softly and turned to look at her brother. "Jason, you know if I wake him up all the way he'll do a lot more than yell at me," Jasmine snapped, rolling her eyes as she walked the rest of the way to Paul's car. Opening the passenger door she set down her purse and leaned in to give him a quick kiss. "I'll be right back," she purred, keeping herself from smirking at the way his eyes dropped from her face to her chest within a heartbeat.

Standing and walking back to the house she put a bit more sway into her step now that she could see Jason watching, elongating her stride enough he could almost peak up her skirt. "Fine, I'll do tell him I'm leaving," she said, rolling her eyes as she brushed past her older brother. Back in the living room she soft woke her father, giving him a smile and kiss on the cheek. "Daddy, I'm going over to see Michelle for a little while, her mom invited me over." Lying smoothly Jasmine kept her voice soft and more childlike than usual, knowing what her father's reaction would be.

With a gruff cough he nodded and rolled over a bit. "Give yer Da a kiss," he slurred, pulling Jasmine down so he could give her a wet kiss on the cheek. "No ge' outta here, lemme go back ta sleep," he said dismissively, rolling over to face the back of the couch. A second later he was snoring again and Jasmine threw a blanket over him, wrinkling her nose as she set a trashcan beside the couch, just in case.

Standing and smoothing down her dress she walked back outside, wiping off her cheek with a sigh. Spotting Jason she gave him a smile and walked over, throwing small arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the lips that was a bit more than sisterly. "I told him and Daddy said I could go out. I'm gonna leave now. You need to get out some time, I think I'll have to find you a date." With a smile and purr she pulled away and was out at Paul's car in a moment.
 
He loved watching her walk in that skirt. He kind of gave him an odd, hot feeling. He smiled as she walked past and in to talk to their father. His eyes seemed to be set easily on the driver of the small car. He didn't mind trying to intimidate other people, in fact the younger male had only met him once before now. It was at a party, where while in a slightly inebriated state, Jason had just so happened to use him as a punching bag.

As he heard her heals come clicking gently out of the house he turned and smiled at her words. Shocked when she draped herself on him and kissed him in the way she did he could have almost melted. He sighed a little as she turned for the car and he smiled. "Have tonight."

He watched her walk down the driveway, her firm ass swaying with her elegant strides. He sighed and watched as she got in the car. Sitting back down in the chair behind him he started thinking about what she had said. Closing his eyes he sat there for a few moments lost in thought.
 
Slightly surprised with the way Paul seemed to be glaring at her brother Jasmine shrugged, enjoying the ride into town. Half an hour later she was being led into a very nice restaurant in the downtown district. After a very nice dinner and a bit of small talk Jasmine decided to let Paul take her to a spot he wanted to go to. Unfortunately for Jasmine, the night didn't turn out how she'd hoped.

Parked out atop a small ridge that overlooked the city things quickly heated up and before Jasmine knew it she was pressed back to the seat with her skirt pushed up. Pushing at his shoulders she managed to push herself out from under him. "Lemme up," she panted, pushing herself up enough that she could begin pulling down her skirt.

"Oh, c'mon, things are just gettin' fun," he smirked, pushing her hands away and pulling her back down. "You're the one who said you wanted to come up here, you said you wanted to go out and have some fun, that's what we're doing."

As Jasmine started to fight against him Paul finally snapped, his arm going back before he slapped her hand across the cheek. Head snapping to the side the girl was frozen for a second but she suddenly moved when she felt his fingers curl at the top of her panties. Immediately kicking at him Jasmine blocked the next slap and shifted, pulling a leg up before kneeing him as hard as she could in the groin. Satisfied once she heard him grunt and groan he immediately pulled off her to hold his groin.

"You little fucking bitch," he panted as Jasmine scrambled up in the seat. Reaching for her to pull her back Jasmine growled and turned, immediately punching him in the face. One of the advantages to having Jason as her older brother was that she'd learned to fight when she was little. Jasmine had always known she wasn't the biggest, but even though she was small she put everything she had into each hit. Watching him suddenly sit back with a groan and hold his nose she was satisfied once she saw the blood running down his face, quickly jumping out of the car and heading for the main road. In one hand she had his keys, the other was her cellphone. Flipping her phone open she started down the road, dialing her brother's number by memory before putting the phone to her ear. Listening to it ring she grumbled under her breath as she started the long walk back home.
 
Having been sitting in his room most the night not really doing much of anything he leaned back and sighed looking at the TV with a blank expression on his face. He had been on an off watching the TV or playing on the desktop computer in front of him. But most the time he was thinking about his sister. The way she had kissed him, the way she had flaunted off in front of him. He sighed and leaned back in the chair.

Watching his phone light up on the desk he reached for it and looked at the small LCD screen. Jasmine's name was on it. Opening the flip phone he answered with. "Hello, eight ball speaking." This was a normal way for him to answer the phone and he knew she would know it was him.
 
Happy when he finally picked up the phone Jasmine let out a sigh as a car passed her, one of the boys in the back sticking his head out the window to yell obsenely at her. "Hey, can you come pick me up? I need a ride back to the house." Keeping her voice steady she rubbed a small hand against her cheek, feeling the redness beginning to fade. Paul had hit pretty hard, but she'd been in enough fights to know that by the time her brother got to her there'd only be a faint hand print.

"I'd call Michelle and have her come get me but she's still out on a date, or at home by now and I don't want to interrupt her." Wrapping one arm around her waist Jasmine sighed, keeping a steady pace as she moved down the shoulder of the highway. Thanks to the fact the interstate was a few miles away there weren't many people on the old highway, at least not any people that would really cause her problems.
 
He grumbled for a second and on his end of the line the jingling of keys could be heard. "Where are you at and do I need to kick that little fucks ass?" He asked as he quickly made his way down stairs. He walked past his father who was half awake. "Going out to get Jasmine dad be home in a bit." He said simply as the screen door shut behind him. He groaned down the steps of the front porch and then went to the detached garage.

Opening the sliding garage door he walked to his car. The family treasure he had been given at eighteen. The nineteen sixty three Shelby Cobra. Smiling he waited to know where he was going before he would start the engine that caused that beast to roar and purr for him.
 
Unable to help a smile Jasmine dipped her head slightly and continued walking. "I'll explain later, right now I'm walking down old Highway 40, just passed the exit for the old Wal-Mart. I'm almost to the Parks, I'll stop there and wait for you at the bridge." Looking back as she heard an engine Jasmine grumbled as she saw the car that had passed her a few moments before, they'd apparently turned around for another look.

Narrowing her eyes slightly and watching the old Crown Vic rush by she realized she knew who was driving. With a snicker she shook her head. "See you when you get her, thanks," she said simply before flipping her phone shut, tucking the small black device back into her purse as she picked up her pace. The Parks were less than a mile down the way. Ancient and full of trees well over thirty feet high the Parks were the remains of the woods that had spread for nearly a hundred miles in every direction. Sure, there were still patches here and there, but the Parks were twelve acres of thick wood that remained nearly untouched, only certain areas being cleared for picnic tables, swing sets, and a bridge over a small creek.
 
Knowing where to go he pulled out of the garage and took off for the highway. Down the old dirt road by his house he hit about fifty, taking each turn in a slide and coming out nearly flawlessly. Having driven these roads so many times he had not problem remembering how to do it now. He hit the main road leading to the highway at about sixty five, his tires screaming in protest to the asphalt. Leaving two black trails he headed to the highway two miles down the road. Merging on when he got there he went ten above the limit on the almost bare highway. At eighty the trip to the parks would still take him about ten minutes. He was not happy but due to having a couple tickets a while back he would abide by it for now.

Seeing the exit to the parks he dropped the car into fourth and let the engine whine slow down the small sports car. Getting off he took the left at the stop sign to head for the old bridge in the park. He sighed as he turned onto the old run down road that ran around the park. Looking at the trees he smiled as he slowly approached the bridge. His lights and the sounds of his car, the mufflers the engine and even the tires crunching on the old brown leaves that had fallen announced him as he pulled up to the bridge. He let out a whistle to call to his sister.
 
Disappearing into the trees a few moments later Jasmine stepped out onto the old bridge, watching the dark water beneath the ancient wood move slowly. Idly tossing small sticks and bits of leaves into the water the small girl waited patiently. For almost anyone else it would have taken them twenty minutes, or more, to reach the Parks but Jasmine knew with Jason driving he would be there in a little less then ten minutes. Sure enough ten minutes later she heard the purr of a familiar engine, looking up to watch the car stop at the end of the bridge.

Instead of heading directly for the car she waited for him to whistle before she walked over, sliding into the passenger seat with a sigh before closing the door. Without a word she set her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes, enjoying the familiar purr of the engine, sinking easily down into the comfortable seat. "Thank you," she smiled, turning her head to look at her brother, making certain that her dark hair fell forward enough to obscure the red mark still visible on her pale flesh.
 
Looking at her as she walked past the car, the lights illuminating her pale flesh he smiled. When she slid into the car he looked at her and then smiled. "You're welcome, you wouldn't have called me unless something went pretty bad. What happened?" He asked as he backed his way out of the small area by the bridge and turned around to drive out of the Park. He watched the road carefully, knowing this was a highly populated deer area he slowly made his way back to the main road. Turning out onto it he smiled and got up to speed before having to merge onto the highway.

As he turned onto the on ramp he put his hand on his sisters back, just between her shoulder blades and gently rubbed her bare flesh with his finger tips. "I am sorry for what ever happened." He said knowing that he had to let her know that she would be ok. She was a big girl who grew up tough but he was still her older brother and she was his, attractive, gorgeous, younger sister. Shaking some of the thoughts he had out of his head they headed down the highway towards the city, and their house.
 
Not answering at first Jasmine simply leaned forward, as much as her corset would allow, setting her head in small hands as she sighed. Feeling a headache beginning to build behind her eyes she was trying to decide whether or not to lie to her brother before she felt his hand on her back. Smiling slightly and Jasmine decided to just tell him the truth; he'd hear about what happened from someone around town and, depending on the person, it'd be Paul's version, giving him all the more reason to kick his ass.

"We went to the peak and Paul decided to try being a little too friendly. I said no and he didn't like it, tried keeping me in the car but that didn't work." Pulling his keys from her purse she smirked and held them up, the light flashing over the silver keys. "I hope he has fun walking back home. I think I broke his nose and he'll probably be pissing blood for a while."

Gathering her hair over one shoulder Jasmine sat back and sighed softly, slouching low in the seat, or as much as possible with the corset. Idly brushing her fingers over her dress she watched the trees and houses fly by, spotting the yellow reflection of the headlights over some creature's eyes as it hid in the trees.
 
Groaning at her story he shook his head. "You ok?" He asked as he saw the small animal on the side of the road. Blowing past it he saw their exit coming up. He smiled as they took the shallow right off the highway and then the right at the stop sign for the short two miles to the back road of their home. Looking over at his little sister he smirked. "Good girl though, toss his keys out so you can say he must have lost them later." He said knowing that around here once something was lost that's the way it stayed.

Turning onto the dirt road he smirked and hammered on the gas causing dust and dirt to fly as he took off down the dirt road. At about sixty it was fun to try and take the turns as tight as he could letting the rear end swing out as they went. A few moments later they were going sideways into their front yard. Pulling up by the garage he turned off the ignition and then opened his door.
 
With a smirk Jasmine did just that, tossing the keys in her hand out the window. Once they hit the dirt she grinned broadly, immediately letting go of the door as they took one turn sharply. She'd always loved driving with her brother, he was the only one who could take turns like that and actually make her grin and giggle; she trusted him enough not to lose control of the car she could enjoy the ride.

A few minutes later they were in the drive and she let out a soft sigh, smiling as she stepped out of the car and stretched, closing her door as she smiled. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," she said simply, heading inside so she could change. Sometime her father had woken up, the television was on, but he was once again passed out, snoring loudly on the couch. Wrinkling her nose and walking past him she took the stairs two at a time.

Once up in her room Jasmine quickly stripped off her dress and heals, massaging her feet for a moment before pulling on a pair of black short shorts and a tiny purple half of a half tank top that ended just under her breasts. Slipping on her Jack the Skeleton King slippers and pulling her hair up into two messy pigtails the small girl darted into the kitchen, humming softly as she set about making herself a sandwich.
 
Watching her bound to the house he laughed and got out of the car. He followed her into the house a little slower than she had. Looking at their father he smiled and laughed a little bit. He had to work tomorrow so being the responsible one Jason grabbed the alarm clock from the table and set it to wake his father up in the morning. He sighed and walked up stairs, past his sisters room, which he took a glance in to see her nearly completely naked before he made it to his room. He sighed and shook his head, why did he have these thoughts? No sibling should think about tying their younger sibling to the bed and having his way with her, or let alone want to have his way with her at all.

He closed his eyes and laid down on the bed with a flop. Sighing as the springs bounced him a little he relaxed. His shoes hit the floor as he laid there, half on his bed and half off. He yawned as he looked out at the dark night through his window on the end of the house. His shirt was pulled up a little bit so he sat up and pulled it off. His tanned muscles showing themselves again as he laid back and pulled his hands over his head. Resting them atop his head he closed his eyes and started to whistle.

The tune was that of the song Engel, by Rammstein. One of his favorite bands. For being a country boy he was not that fond of the music, he preferred rock the occasional rap or hip hop song didn't bother him either.
 
Fixing her sandwich and eating over the kitchen sink Jasmine hummed as she made her way back upstairs, taking the time to brush her teeth and pop a piece of gum into her mouth before she walked into her brother's room. Seeing him laid out on his bed she grinned and hopped onto the bed, moving to throw a leg over his stomach before she sat down on his hips, purring as she leaned her upper body forward, arms folding on his chest before she laid her head on her arms.

"I'm bored," she purred, looking up at him as she wiggled back a bit to get more comfortable. "I can't decide if I want to go to bed or play one of my games. What should I do?" Head tilted to the side slightly she just blinked up at him, not caring at all that she was currently straddling her elder brother, seated in a very unladylike position. Jasmine had never really cared, she liked teasing her brother, besides, he made a very comfortable seat.
 
He let his eyes open slowly as he felt his sister straddle him. This was not at all going to help those vivid images in his head. He sighed as she spoke his eyes trying to stay locked on her face as she talked. He looked at her and then smiled. "Well you could play a game, what all you got now?" He asked, plus it had been a while since they had really done anything together maybe this would be an excuse to do something together with his sister.

He smiled and laughed a little bit as she worked her way back down his lap. "Comfortable Jasmine?" He asked her as she was teasing him. He was used to this from her but lately it was a hell of a lot harder to keep his cool. Managing quite well to keep a smile on his face, and not in his pants he watched her, waiting for her to decide.
 
Grinning Jasmine nodded as she got comfortable. "You make a very good chair," she purred, wiggling her hips slightly before she stretched out completely. "Well, I finally got the cards back from Dad, he found them the other day when he was actually sober. Then we have the Battleship games, that we haven't played for a long time. There's my computer, I just finished downloading Overlord and Unreal Tournament so we could play those." Tilting her head slightly and shrugging she wriggled again before sliding up a bit so she could look down at her brother.

"Wanna play Battleship with me? It's been a long time since I kicked your ass at it. Or we can play cards. I don't really want to do anything online right now, I just kinda want to listen to some music and play a game. Besides, you never play with me anymore, I'm always gone or you're always working." Giving him a fake pout she batted her lashes at him, making a cute litle face as she gave him big, sad eyes. "Pwease?"
 
He smiled and nodded. "Sure I don't care which, cards or battle ship it's your choice." He said as she wiggled he had to swallow hard not to choke. He was starting to feel himself get hard. Hoping he was the only one to notice he placed his hands in her sides and lifted her off him. Rolling over he set her off the bed with her feet on the ground. "We playing in here or your room?" He said with a smile. He smiled and then gently smacked her ass in those tiny shorts. "Not that it really matters you're going to lose anyway."

He smirked and rolled off the other side of his bed to stretch. His hands went high above his head as he groaned a little bit. He looked back waiting to know where they were going to play.
 
Letting out a giggle when he picked her up and set her down Jasmine smiled and wiggled her ass when he cave her a small swat. "Let's play in my room," she said simply, padding off down the hall to her room Jasmine stopped long enough to pull the Battle Ship box from the closet before disappearing into her room. Kicking a few drawers closed she climbed up onto her bed, sinking down into the comfortable mattress and blankets she pulled the boards out, setting it on the other side of the bed Jasmine stretched out on her side, reaching to grab the remote for her stereo.

Turning down the sound and flipping to the fourth CD she listened to the heavy beat of Rammstein rolling through the room as she made herself comfortable. Lately she'd noticed that her brother was beginning to act strangely around her. She'd always teased him, the last few years when she'd noticed the effect it had on him, but now, he seemed to almost be returning the favor.
 
Walking down the hall his socked feet made very little noise. He heard the music from her room so when he entered he pulled the door shut so he didn't wake their father. "Ready to lose?" He asked as he walked up to the bed and laid out across it. Leaning his head on his right arm he smiled and looked at her, his eyes lazily trailing up her body from those slippers to the pig tails.

He smiled as he took one of the game boards and opened it up. He smirked as he set up his pieces slowly. He smiled when he finished and looked back at her his eyes a little tired looking as he waited on her. "So tell me, why battle ship?" He asked thinking there was an ulterior motive here somewhere.
 
Smiling and curling her legs so that the top of her slippers rested against the bottom of her shorts Jasmine wriggled slightly and quickly set out her pieces. Smiling at him and sticking her tongue out at her elder brother the girl chuckled, shifting slightly. "Because I'm better at it, and we haven't played in a really long time. I've been thinking of playing strip Battle Ship; every time you get hit you have to take off a piece of clothing. Think it'd be fun?" Head tilted to the side Jasmine looked at her brother seriously, idly playing with the ring in her lip with her tongue.

"It could be really fun, but you'd have to make sure everyone wore enough clothing, of course jewelry and accessories would count and you could tell the person what you wanted them to take off. I'm still trying to work out the rules for now." Smiling and kicking her legs slowly she hummed softly along with the music.
 
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