A Brother's Responsibilty(Strategist + Fancy)

[Strategist]

Noah lay down on his bed, squinting his eyes as the early rays of sunlight shone through his bedroom window. He sighed as he ran his fingers through his long, dark brown hair, frustrated that thier parents had left as soon as winter break had started because of thier work, meaning he had to take care of his younger sister. He slowly turned his head to see the alarm clock showing '8:01 A.M.'. "Too early." he said to himself, shivering from the sheer cold of winter. Hesistantly, he got up to check how his sister was doing.

He went out into the hallway and opened another door opposite his own. He knocked. No answer. He gripped his hand on the door knob and slowly turned. It was unlocked. Noah peered inside to see his sister still in bed with the sheets over her head. He could see her trembling, and he couldn't blame her. It was extremely cold, for he had not turned up the temperature in the house, which he was supposed to do.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

Heather curled up even more in the blankets. Seriously, these cold winter days were really getting to her. It idn't even help her that much if she buried herself under the covers. She was never really a morning person, though it was hard to fall asleep again when it was this cold. What was her brother doing? He was supposed to be turning the heat on at this time.

She heard a few knocks on her door, which made her grumble a little in her drowsy state. She figured he was just going in to check on her, but was it really necessary. It wasn't like she was going to disappear or anything. She wasn't going to get back to sleep anyway, so she might as well get up. Her head popped out from under the covers, her chestnut brown hair a bit messy. "Oh...hello Noah. Did you turn up the heat yet...?"

 

[Strategist]

Noah had ran down the stairs and turned up the temperature to a warm degree. He ran back up just in time to hear her ask "Did you turn up the heat yet?" "Don't worry, just did, you should feel warm soon." he replied. He went into her room and sat down on the bed next to her. "I'm supposed to take care of you know. Our parents are coming back around February. We still have-" he said, pointing towards a calendar hung up on her wall, "-about two more months, and school starts soon. Will you be okay?" he asked, getting back up.

"I'm going down to make breakfast. You can come when you feel hungry." he said lazily, opening the door to get out. Noah was a good cook. In fact, he cooked every dinner for his family since he was 15, and everyone loved his delicious food. Noah settled on eggs and bacon, and got out the nessecary ingredients from the kitchen fridge and got to work. A couple minutes later, the whole house was smelled of his cooking, and the new warm temperature made the atmosphere feel even better. He smiled as he prepared two dishes and laid them down on the dining table and waited for Heather to come down.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

By the time he had got back to her room, Heather could feel the warm air starting to surround her. She slowly slipped out of bed, still shivering a little since the warm air only started up now. She was only dressed in her tanktop and sweatpants. She looked back up at her older brother as he spoke. "That's true...it's so weird not having them around for so long." She didn't mind that he had to look over her. They had a pretty good relationship with each other after all.

"I think I'll take a shower first before I head down." she said, watching him disappear once more. She quickly grabbed some clothes from her closet and headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. With how cool it was, it would be great to have a hot morning shower...

After about 15 minutes she had finished her shower, quickly getting dressed and heading downstairs. She was always looking forward to her brother's wonderful cooking. She could smell it all over the house. She walked into the kitchen, seeing the meal he had set out fro her. "Wow, it looks really good as always." she said, taking her seat.

 

[Strategist]

((how old is Heather going to be?))

Noah beamed at her compliment. "That's nice...coming from you." he joked, taking a sip of his orange juice which he had also prepared while she was taking a shower. Noah took a bite bacon and chewed slowly, thinking. He had the whole house to him and Heather, and he could do whatever he wanted to...but he shrugged off the thought, thinking it was immature of him to think of fucking his little sister. But he had longed to do it ever since she started to grow more mature...he took a look at her sleek body, trying not to give himself away.

He finished eating his breakfast and put his plate in the dishwasher. He finished his last gulp of juice and put that away too, before heading back to his room. "Come in when you need something." he said. Noah closed the door of his room. The thought of screwing Heather and taking her virginity still lingered on him, but he knew that she wouldn't approve.

 

[Fancy_Brat]

(I'd say 18?)

Heather gave him a rather odd look. "Huh? Is it really that strange that I compliment your cooking skills? I mean, everything you make is really good. I figured you'd be expecting me to say something nice. Course, if things weren't like how they were now, you'd probably be going off to some culinary school wouldn't you think?" She took a bit of the bacon and eggs and popped them into her mouth. While he continued to look over her figure, she took a good sip of her orange juice as well. "Ah...what a meal this is. Good thing I can eat like this every morning."

She finished her breakfast a little after he did, popping the plate and her glass into the dishwasher. She heard his words, a slight grin coming to her face. "Maybe. I might only walk in if I want something else to eat." she said with a little chuckle. She wasn't aware of what he was thinking about her, but even she had some rather taboo thoughts about her brother. Of course, she was always curious about what it may be like. Plus, most of the guys at school were so boring. With their parents gone, now would be the ideal time for something like that, but she couldn't possibly do something like that. She wasn't sure what her brother might think if she even brought it up. For the moment, she'd just head back to her own room. A little music might help pass the time.

 

[Strategist]

John had finished reading his magazine and settled it down on his desk. He had been reading very single article, every single sentence to make sure time would pass by. He looked up and saw that about an hour and half had already passed by. He stood up and stretched his back, hearing his bones crack here and there. "Geez, I must be getting old." he sighed as he stepped out of his room. He wanted to check how his sister was doing. He knocked three times like he normally did and opened the door. He heard music blaring from the speakers of her MP3 dock, and he went over to sit down on the edge of her bed. "Now what? It's only afternoon and we have plenty of time before we go to bed."

 

[Fancy_Brat]

Heather lay back on her bead as her music played. She let out a little sigh. Everyday was like this, with nothing to do most of the time. She heard the knocks on her door, and her brother walked into her room once again. "I see that you're rather bored yourself." she said. She had to agree with his words. While there were many things she wanted to do, they all seemed out of reach. She didn't know however that they were thinking similar thoughts about each other. She sat up in her bed and turned to face him. "That's true. I don't think I can survive just laying around. I gotta do something active, keep moving..." When she said that she had actually been thinking those taboo thoughts again. For some reason, the picture of her brother taking her in her room aroused her more than it did before.

 

[Strategist]

John noted her glazed expression and asked, "Something wrong, sis?" But she always had that look ever since thier parents left, and he though it was a natural thing of hers. "I dunno...you're not the type of person to like outdoor activities." he said, and he knew that she hated sweating. "Or maybe we could play dirty..." he joked, trying to sound casual. John forced a tone of trying to sound sarcastic, hoping she wouldn't find it offending. He lay down on the bed and sighed, trying to listen to the lyrics of the song that was playing. Ugh...he hated ballad.