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[Aeris]

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Paige Valentine

Did anyone pay care for the last day of school? Of course not. She couldn't have paid less attention to her English teacher's lecture on the importance of summer reading. Apparently she explained how it enriched the soul, stimulated the mind, and kept one's vocabulary strong after such a long absence from a center of forced education. That was basically what school was to her. Her dark violet irises fixated carefully on the second hand of the clock. She had an incredibly bored expression on her face. Her elbow was planted on her desk, the palm of her hand propping her chin up, her thin digits curled and pressed against her cheek, her half-open eyes gazing blankly at the time, her plush red lips pursed, her other hand tapping the eraser end of a pencil rhythmically against the desk...

"Paige!" barked the stout professor furiously, both of his hands placed firmly on his hips. The girl's eyes shot open, her back straightening like a tree branch snapping back in place. The man standing in front of the class had large circular glasses, a bit of stubble on the end of his chin, defined wrinkles that revealed just how old he was, and a bit of a tubby belly. "Paige... would you like to repeat to the class the importance of summer reading?" He tapped his ruler against the table several times, his face lighting up with feigned enthusiasm. "Well, go on! Come on, you were listening... weren't you?" He knew how to be a serious asshole. "Stand up, tell the class what you heard."

She cursed under her breath, grumbling several other rude obscenities. "Yes Mr. Deitrick," Paige muttered bitterly, shifting her body until she was standing tall. Might as well wing it, not like she could be penalized on the last day of school. She clenched a hand into a fist and put it to her mouth, coughing to clear her breath. She inhaled deeply and...

The bell rang. That was it. School was over. No more of this for a whole year. Her heart fluttered with joy, the classroom erupted with laughter and boisterous screaming. The students immediately exited the class and flooded into the halls, the entire school screaming in a deafening din. Secretly she cheered on the inside, though the fact that Mr. Deitrick's attention was solely on her hindered her ability to properly express her happiness. She smiled and brushed a lock of purple hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She sauntered up to her teacher with a smug look over her face - a defeated look on his. she teased, "Well, I suppose I won't be able to tell the class after all, hm?"

"Oh no, you won't be able to," he retorted coolly. Something was the matter. He wasn't nearly as devastated as he should have been. "However, when you're in my class next year, you can be the first to give a report on one of the four books you read!" Boom, head shot. He chuckled and adjusted his tie, giving a quick nod to her. "Well, I'll see you next year, Ms. Valentine. Be sure to read your books, and don't forget to write an essay on one." He shut his briefcase and merrily walked out the room, a slight hop in his step.

She groaned, her arms hanging lazily at her sides and her head tilted backwards. "Ah... fuck."

Paige wasn't a very hard worker, but school was incredibly easy as a freshman. She usually spent most of her time chatting online or hanging out with friends, or playing with her older brother. Yes, her older brother. She wasn't afraid to admit that she loved him very much. The fact was, they were closer than most siblings... in a number of ways. He would always be there to comfort or protect her, and she'd - usually - be there to back him up. If he ever got stuck in an emotional rut she'd cheer him up. Whenever she started screwing up in grades, he'd tutor her. It wasn't like they didn't have their own qualms, oh no. She hated it when he teased her with his tickling and rubbing. Well... she didn't exactly hate it, but it made her uncomfortable.

What was weirder was that her brother... sometimes bathed with her. It started off as a joke, like, "Oh crap, I need to take a shower before I go to my friend's house!" just as he said, "I need to take a shower before I hang out downtown!" Something along those lines. They didn't have enough time to take showers separately, so she teasingly joked that they should take one together. He took her seriously and agreed. She couldn't exactly talk her way out of it either. She tried to subtlety persuade him not to take a bath with her, but her attempts failed. It was just him. And her. In the shower. Naked. The strange stuff that happened in there - she liked to keep it out of her personal life. The dirty touches he gave to her rear, the massaging feels he gave to her shoulders, the accidental brush of his arousal against her stomach. She wasn't going to lie and say she wasn't slightly interested in his size. When she did peek, she figured he was impressively large.

For a girl as popular and beautiful as Paige, who was affectionately nicknamed the 'hottest girl in school' and the 'girl I'd bang in a second' by the freshmen, sophomore, junior, and senior boys, she was incredibly inexperienced in any sort of sexual conduct. Of course, she was just fifteen... but still. She knew several girls who had their cherries popped in seventh and eighth grade. Most everyone would have expected her to be one of them. Rumors often circulated around the throngs of gossip that she gave a random guy a blowjob, or that she had sex with five boys at once. Naturally she dismissed them without a second thought. It didn't bother her that she was jerk off material to them.

But enough of that. Back to her lovable brother. He was a good person, a great friend, the best sibling... yet there was something odd about his actions toward her that felt off putting. Paige never tried to physically or verbally push him away, she took on the advances freely, but she was starting to wonder if that was such a good idea.

Moving to her locker, she quickly dialed her combo and let the lock slip loose. Just as she was about to open it to retrieve her barely used books, she felt a strong force push it closed. Glaring to the side, the purple-haired beauty saw a group of four junior boys, all of them studying her suggestively. "Ungh, what the hell do you want Mike? she said with disgust. The douchebag known as Mike was one of those preppy kids that thought it was cool to wear hats in school tilted to the side, and that popping his collar made him 'ghetto'. "I'm going home, so you can just forget about it."

"Aw, what's the hold up for girl? You know that I've missed you for a while now. Why don't you talk t' me anymore?" He slammed her locker shut a second time, his goonish friends laughing with delight behind him. They were like drones that did whatever Mike told them to; mindless and stupid were proper adjectives.

"Leave me alone, please," she repeated, snatching her books the third time she opened her locker. She began running for the school's main entrance until a tight grip fastened around her wrist. She was pulled back and pushed into the boy's rough chest, grunting on impact. She looked up at him with spite, but he must have thought it was cute since he kept teasing her.

"Why do you gotta be such a cockblock?" he joked, pressing her body closer to his. "Come on, I'll treat you real nice. It'll be fun I swear." He was met with a quick knee to the groin, causing the student to buckle to his knees with his hands cupping his gravely injured dignity. He probably wouldn't be using that for a few weeks, considering the force of her hit. "Y-you little bitch..."

"Get the fuck away from me!" she screamed angrily, her uproar causing a few stray heads to turn. She ran into the school's main parking lot with book bag in hand. She looked around frantically for her brother's car... where was he? Paige didn't want to be around when Mike decided to go chasing after her again. "This is the worst time to be late... where the hell are you?" she said in her mind, gritting her teeth.

Sadly, this was just an average day in the life of Paige Valentine. Get screwed over by a teacher, get humiliated in class, almost get raped...

Sounded pretty normal to her.

 

[As Day Fades]

Jeremy was there, but he wasn't there there. He wasn't in his normal spot. Their family was pretty damn privileged, their mother a doctor, their father a broker, and though they chose to send their children to public school they spared no other expense in spoiling them at every turn. They had both turned out very well adjusted and developed for their age, managing to not let the treatment go to their heads due to the way their parents brought them up, but the bottom line was that he or his sister were never really left wanting. In this particular instance, Jeremy was not only one of the kids with a car, but a damn nice one. His dad loved reliving his youth vicariously through his son, as all fathers did, as mothers did with their daughters, and the two of them had struck a fruitful deal that if he could maintain at least a B-average in his grades and get the school's soccer team to at least the state's quarter-finals, there was a Firebird in it for him. An oldschool one, a goddamn classic, fully restored; it had been his fathers and kept in storage for years, with Jeremy's eyes latched on it more and more as his teenage days went by. A sexy red and black, an erotically powerful engine, this baby had been his for all of a week now, the key placed in his hand upon receiving his final report card for the year. And just like that he'd jumped from a pretty well known Junior to perhaps the most popular student in school, period.

That meant every cute floozy the school had to offer had been hanging on his arms this past week, and when both arms were taken up, on his every word. His guy friends had quickly tripled, but it was the influx of feminine attention that was more noticeable than anything. He sometimes wondered how his sister was taking it, the 'competition', but then, with a bit of disappointment, would remind himself that she wasn't into him in the same way he was into her, which was to say... as something more than they should be. But that was natural, wasn't it? Two adults of opposing genders under the same roof are sure to harbor some degree of attraction. It was just an unspoken thing everyone experienced. The only difference was that perhaps he'd been a little more affectionate than he should have been in the past, and that they'd... experimented a little, between just them. It wasn't much. Well, not much really. They'd showered together. What started off as a joke had blossomed into their naked bodies dripping wet and pressed together, into their shared heat and beating hearts felt through one another's breasts - and his sister's breasts were amazingly generous, both for her age and in general. It had started as a joke and developed into his hands on her firm, rounded tush, into his erection flat against her belly, into tender bites and loving kisses exploring the sensitive skin of her neck. She hadn't seemed comfortable with going any further than that though, and he didn't want to push her. As much as he wanted more with her, craving her both physically and emotionally, it was that emotional bond they shared that would never allow him to do anything more than urge. They'd never even kissed really, nothing more than a peck on the cheek. The only thing they'd ever done beyond him playfully slapping her ass a few times were the showers, an intimate experience they shared a total of four times over the past five months, and something she must have turned him down something like twenty times on in between each acceptance.

Anyway, where was he? His sister. Sweet Paige. No one knew her like he did, not the real her. Whenever he thought about her he immediately smiled, always remembering first the sound of her giggles. And that made him want to tickle her. And that reminded him that she didn't really like that. But that was the bullshit all girls gave, not wanting you to know that they secretly adored the attention. The smile Jeremy held was a soft, sweet one, and it encouraged his mind to drift as he sat there in the driver seat of his parked Firebird over by the Senior's part of the school. This wasn't where he typically parked, but this past week with the surge of popularity he'd been invited, pretty much insisted to hang out over here to rub shoulders with all the upperclassmen as classes let out. That's where he was now, sitting in the driver seat, busty redhead college-bound cheerleader in the seat to his right, blonde in his lap, door open, one foot on the gravel, system blaring, a few of the guys clad in their school jerseys crowded around and shooting the breeze. His mind was drifting though to his sister, to Paige, wondering if she read the text he sent yet - a simple, sweet 'I love you.' that they were known for just hugging each other randomly and whispering. Mostly it was in these past months, and mostly it was him doing it to her, but he knew she liked it. She always crooked her fingers into his sides, hugging a little closer when she heard it.

That reminded him. What time was it?

Fuck.

"Hey, hey guys, I gotta get goin'."

"What?" The blonde girl sitting with her pert rear on his thigh gave him the saddest little pout, "You... you don't really have to leave, do you?"

"Yeah bro, hang out a bit," came one of the guys, hand on the hood as he leaned a bit.

"Heh, yeah. Sorry dude. And lady," Jeremy said, flashing a simple, relaxed smile to Bethany. "C'mon, you know the drill by now," he said, giving her backside several playful, light pats. "Gotta grab my sis."

"Aww... can't she take the bus?" This was Rebecca chiming in now, the redhead sitting next to him.

Jeremy continued playfully, but firmly nudging the blonde from his lap. Once free, that hand went then to turn the stereo down to low. "'fraid not. She could, but that wouldn't be very cool of me, y'know?"

"Totally, man," the guy said, reaching a hand in to give his new friend a fist bump. Truthfully, he was as happy to have Jeremy gone as he was to hang with him and his car - fucking ass got all the tail. "You got my number. A couple'a us are talking about having a party at the beach, tonight into tomorrow, beer 'n tits everywhere. You should come."

"Sounds awesome, but I've got plans. I got a family thing going on."

"Really? That's... I mean, shouldn't you be out partying today? And with a ride like this!"

"Yeah... heh. Maybe, but anyway, I gotta jet. I'm already running late."

Goodbyes were said. The car door was closed. Jeremy swung around to the other side of the school, across the parking lot, and seeing his sister standing on the sidewalk he forewent parking in his usual spot. 'Shit, I hope she wasn't waiting long.' The wheels rolled to a stop right beside her. Before she could open the passenger door though it swung open, Rebecca stepping out; she wasn't the most beautiful set of curves the students and faculty lusted over both, that being a title belonging to his little sis, but with that porcelain skin, those buxom milkmaid breasts, and an ass that could drive a man to sin, she was a viable contender for his affection. But right now she was being made, politely of course, to leave amidst her cute girly pout in favor of Paige, whom she gave those feminine, catty eyes to as she passed by, despite the fact that it was his sister and therefor wasn't competition. The girl was female - that was enough. And her departure from the vehicle hadn't come before removing her panties from beneath her skirt on the drive from one end of the parking lot to the other, a thin, lacy French fabric she hit with a dash of perfume in the bathroom right before the end of class, and stuffing the keepsake into Jeremy's pocket with her number and measurements jotted down.

Jeremy hadn't read it yet, but out of the corner of his eyes he'd seen the panties coming off. The smile felt etched permanently on his face as she left, watching that derriere lift from the seat, knowing that beneath that skirt there was nothing. Well, there was something alright. When he looked to his sister standing just outside the door though, the smile remained, but its reason shifted. He patted the leather seat twice, simply, and held out his hand, waiting for her to get in.

 

[Aeris]

Paige Valentine

Just like him to make a dramatic entrance. He wasn't a second early or late. Paige sighed with relief and put a hand to her chest, genuinely glad that he came when he did. A girl exited from the side of the car - who the hell was she? One of Jeremy's girlfriends? She rolled her eyes, just what was her brother doing during his free time? Philandering around with women in the new car dad promised him? She watched Rebecca intently, her lustrous purple eyes following the girl's frame. "... Eh. She's not all that bad. At least Jeremy's got a taste in women." She smirked and sat her rear down on the polyvinyl leather seat, strapping her seatbelt on just as they started driving. Paige looked over to her brother and tilted her head curiously to the side, "So... is she a friend of yours?" she asked cutely, quirking an eyebrow with intrigue. "You never told me that you had a girlfriend. Did everyone suddenly flock to you once you showed them the new car dad got you?" She had to admit, it was a beautiful automobile. Finely crafted with a spit-shined exterior and still in mint condition. Maybe there was an affinity for girls to cars; something that she didn't have. She had no urge to ride around in a 'fancy car' if the driver was a total jerk-off.

What was great about her family was the luxuries she was provided. Oh how she simply loved being rich. What would life have been like if she were poor? She'd hate to find out. She pushed her waist up, her body suspended in mid-air for a moment, as she began digging into her pocket for something. She pulled out her newly bought I-phone and pressed in a four digit password, sliding her index finger across its smooth screen to unlock it. A new message? She blinked and looked at Jeremy - for some reason, she felt like she already knew who it was from. "Oh, look what I got Jeremy," she said aloud, pretending to act surprised. "I think someone decided to send me a text in the middle of class, who do you think it was?" She gave him a flirty smirk and winked, ringing her arm around his neck as she showed him the text message. "Oh, it's from you! What did you say... I love you... isn't that sweet? You're so thoughtful!" Enough of the sarcasm, she'd let him off. Giggling cutely with a hand over her mouth, she slipped her arms through the seatbelt, the thin belt pressing between her cleavage to further accentuate her already large breasts. She gave him an affectionate hug with her chest pressed against his shoulder, the side of her face against his. "Thanks Jeremy."

Once that little scene was done, everything suddenly fell ominously silent. She tried to incite another conversation, but nothing came to mind that she thought would interest him. Her legs swung playfully in the air, her hands pressed palm first against her seat. She raised her shoulders to her neck and played around with the ends of her hair. Well... might as well do something. She turned on the radio and began switching channels repeatedly, nothing good was on as usual. Her digits continued to turn the dial until at last she reached the last station and went back in a loop. "Hmph... I guess there isn't anything good on in at 2:00 P.M." she remarked facetiously. Her mind trailed aimlessly... what day was today? Did they have to go on that vacation to Bermuda on the day after the last day of school? Or was it a week after the last day of school? She shrugged her shoulders, trivial minutiae to her. Paige curiously examined her sibling with an interested look... she was a bit bored after all, and that was the only thing on her mind. Her gaze trailed up and down his body, was he working out? He got a little bit more toned than before... she liked that. Her eyes trailed to his legs and the area between his loins. She immediately averted them and blushed violently. "Jesus Paige! What the hell are you thinking?!" she mentally rebuked. Staring at her own brother's... stuff? What kind of a pervert was she!

Apparently she was an incredible pervert, because her eyes kept moving back to that portion of his figure. She bit her bottom lip nervously. She didn't know why... but for some reason, she wanted to be closer to him.

 

[As Day Fades]

"A friend? ...yeah, I guess," he said with a bit of a confident smirk. Then, quickly, "Not a girlfriend though. Just a girl that's a friend." He didn't want his sister to think... what, that he was taken, that she didn't have a chance with him? What sort of weird fantasy world did he live in that he thought she'd want to? Jeremy mentally rebuked himself, feeling silly immediately after for having clarified that. Maybe he just didn't want her to tease him. That was a much better excuse to go with. "Yeah, ever since Dad handed over the keys it's been pretty nonstop. I got invited to three parties this weekend and one next weekend, but we have our trip." Which he had yet to really tell her about, other than that they were going. Their parents trusted the hell out of him, and on his eighteenth birthday recently he managed to talk them into the idea. They were going to be spending the summer in Paris, and had actually been on the plane heading overseas for probably four or so hours now. It was no secret that he and his sister got along tremendously, so Jeremy convinced their parents to let him take her on vacation for the next few months, just the two of them. He'd look out for her, of course. He'd told them only sparse details, only vague bits, acting like it was no big deal. He'd only told his sister that they were leaving early in the morning tomorrow for Bermuda, that it would just be the two of them, and that he had a feeling they were both going to have a really good time together.

What he didn't tell her, however, or his parents, was that they weren't flying. They'd get there eventually, but they were going by boat instead. Specifically, by cruise. Even more specifically, a couples cruise. What was the rush? They'd get to the island eventually and enjoy the sun and the sand, but before then they had a nice long pleasure cruise centered around romance and spending time together. There were no regular cruises available, he would tell her when they got there, and the reason they had to share one bedroom, and one bed, was that he'd booked late. Both of these would be lies, but his sis trusted him in the same way his parents did. The truth was he was dying to help things along with her, to find out one way or another if anything was going to happen between them, or if those showers together had been something that would eventually fade away and just not be talked about. He hoped very much for the former. Jeremy loved his sister, more than a brother really should, and he wanted desperately to get her in an environment where it would be just them. He wanted her to come to want it too. The setup was perfect. It was taking every bit of self-control he had to keep from blurting out the details in excitement.

When she whipped out her phone he knew what she was going for, the giggly comment about someone texting her during class giving him a mixture of a blush and a smile. She'd know who it was from, and what it said, even before she opened it. They said it often, he to her especially, and so what? So he loved his sister. So he liked telling her so. It wasn't weird; it was a shame more people didn't get along with their siblings in such a positive way. Paige's wink and flirty smirk were all the reassurance he needed to do it again in the very near future, and the hug of her arm around his neck was a lovely bonus. Girls were so damn soft. That thought made him smile just a little more.

Of course he watched her when she brought the strap of the seatbelt between her breasts, he very much a fan of his sister's generous globes, though when he voiced such an opinion, or she caught him staring, it was usually met with a blush from her accompanied by a smack or a pinch, or some other show that she didn't mind, but that he totally shouldn't be ogling her in such a way. Always worth it, though. And when she fiddled with the stations as he drove, Jeremy just smirked, thinking to himself that she was damn lucky they were so close. The driver got to choose the station. That was just the rule. His best friend didn't get to bypass that, nor did any of the cuties hanging on his arms, Rebecca and her fancy French panties included. It was only Paige and their dad that got away with that.

"So are you ready for tomorrow?" He asked as they rounded a corner, only a few blocks from home now. The neighborhood couldn't be nicer, every house on a lot that was big enough for three, but opting instead for large, spacious yards. And those yards were always being kept in top condition by whatever landscaping company each homeowner had hired. There wasn't a car on the block that hadn't been built in the past five years save a few exceptions like the Firebird, and Paige was probably one of the few girls that lived here sporting a DD chest that wasn't silicone. Had she received them as a gift from Mommy and Daddy, that wouldn't be unheard of 'round these parts. "They should be on the plane and well on their way over the Atlantic by now, so we've got the place to ourselves for the night. No wild parties though," he said with a smirk, sliding his hand over to slip his fingers over the back of his sister's left palm, then crooking them around the bend, holding her hand. It was a very simple gesture, and one often practiced by them, Jeremy loving the very simple affection the touch brought. "We've gotta be up pretty early. The taxi's getting here at six. It's like an hour and a half ride to where we gotta go though, so you can go back to sleep on the way."

Another turn. One more block and they'd be almost home. "Oh, I took the liberty of packing your bags for you." He'd been wondering all day how he was gonna mention that. Best to just blurt it out. "No peeking, alright? There's a few surprises in there I don't want you to see yet! Everything you need should be in there. I think. ...probably. But no peeking!" Jeremy smirked. "Just gotta trust me, and let me be nice and try to surprise you." He gave his sister's hand a gentle squeeze. If all he wanted to do was bring a few gifts for her that would have been simple enough, but he chose to do it this way, packing for her entirely, because what he didn't want her to bring. Namely, clothes he didn't approve of, at least for this trip and its purposes. They'd showered together a total of four times so far, and ever since the second she had timidly allowed her brother to undress her before they bathed, and then dry her off and redress her afterward. That had come to be something he really, really liked doing, and going on that thought Jeremy wanted to dictate what she would be able to wear around him for the entirety of the summer, which would never be all that much. Skin would be the theme of her attire this coming season. Just thinking on that as he pulled into the long driveway, then into the garage, the door opening and closing automatically, Jeremy couldn't help but grow mildly aroused. ...hopefully she wasn't looking. Of course she wasn't, he rolled his eyes at himself and smirked the thought away as he turned the car off. And so what if she did happen to glance? She'd seen it fully erect and glistening with precum when they stepped into the shower together each time, and if she wanted to see it again all Paige would ever have to do was ask.

But whatever.

Stepping out of the car, Jeremy shut his door and glanced over to his sis. "Remember, be ready to walk out the door at six tomorrow. Until then you're free to do whatever." Then, watching his sister exit the car and start to head inside, he called to her, "Hey, Paige... I think we're forgetting something. Or really, I think we forgot something." He smirked. It had been an unofficial ritual of theirs that when they met after school, before driving home, there was a hug and a kiss, as such was an innocent enough greeting. "I guess we got a little thrown off today." Jeremy smirked a bit more. It was a warm expression though, he just standing there by the car, arms folded across his chest, waiting to see if she would catch on and rectify things. "And you never told me you love me too, you brat."

 

[Aeris]

Paige Valentine


Bermuda. It sounded like a nice place to stay for the summer considering the air was temperate and the days were sunny. She'd have to work on a full body tan over there. The fact that she still had unseemly tan lines and a farmer's tan bothered her to no end. Every time she looked at herself nude, her fingers would trace over the splotches of white on her body. Paige tried those "insta-tan in a can" products out of self consciousness, but none of them worked. Instead, it turned her entire body an odd shade of dark orange for a week - a lot of hilarity ensued. She wasn't one to be shy or unsure of herself, considering her double Ds were a huge self-confidence boost. She knew she was large for her age, and she knew boys looked at her. It secretly thrilled her, excited her, to be ogled in public by lecherous, envious eyes. She would play innocent and unintentionally flirty, pretending not to understand their sexual innuendos. "Oh yes! Sometimes I like to go to the beach and get all wet. I mean, I get wet so easily! It's just a ton of fun!" She knew they got a kick out of that, and they were probably aroused by it. It didn't bother her at all.

The mere mention of travel disgusted her. Not that she was a house cat, she loved to go outside and everything, but the fact that she had to go on an airplane ruined everything for her. Why couldn't it have just been on a boat? She always got sick on airplanes with horrible headaches, stomachaches, and worse. She would look deathly pale and lie on her side for the entire trip, unable to even sit up without nearly throwing up. The only way she was able to travel over seas was if her brother at her side at all times. She'd lay her head on his lap, he'd gently stroke her hair and forehead, and she'd feel slightly better. It only worked for so long though, since after thirty or so minutes, the pain would come back. The airsickness stuck with her from the plane all the way to the hotel and through the night. She knew her parents didn't like it when she bawled and complained, and she knew that it was probably inconsiderate of her to make them work harder than they were already. Well... at least it'd only be her brother this time to hear her whiny bitching.

Paige pivoted her head to look at Jeremy and quickly addressed, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm ready and everything. I just hope I don't get airsick or any of that again... it'd suck if you had to deal with me." Her ears perked at the mention of him already packing her bags... did she hear him correctly? Raising an eyebrow inquisitively she flexed her right cheek and crossed her arms, a quizzical look splayed her face. "Oh, you already packed for me huh? What'd you put in, anything that I actually need? Like my laptop, my Ipod-touch charger, my clothes, my bedsheets..." She could have continued listing for hours if she wanted to.

Her eyes managed to catch a glimpse of something move with her peripheral vision. She looked down to his trousers, a small bulge in the crease of his pants. Her face lit up with embarrassment, her back quickly straightening and her mouth zipping shut. She planted her hands on her knees and tried to look straight ahead without acknowledging what she saw. Ungh, why was she so hot and bothered? Paige curiously tilted her head again, staring at his arousal once more. She didn't catch much of a glimpse of him in the shower, but from what she pieced together, she knew he was at least seven or so inches long when fully erect. Her dirty pupils averted their sights again. She closed her eyelids to prevent another peeking session... but the same image of a bulge in his pants replayed over and over in her mind. The thought of his manhood drove her to shyness. She remembered that time in the shower with her when he was... having a bit of fun with himself, thinking she wouldn't notice. Of course she'd notice, they were like, five inches from touching each other! Regardless, she saw his member fully stiff with a few bits of precum over the head. It was the same day she felt a boy's cock for the first time... when he pressed it against her stomach. She felt aroused by it, oddly. For some reason she wanted it badly. Maybe it was because of those damn hormones.

Her thoughts trailed to the time when he completely dressed her after wiping her body down. His fingers liked to travel around her body. She tried to ignore his advances, but soon found herself given up freely to his physical touches. She let him explore her body like a map, his wandering hands gliding across the surface of her smooth skin. Jeremy was definitely touchy-feely, but in a good way. She never told anyone of their little adventures in the shower together, or the way they touched each other in a manner that would be deemed inappropriate for siblings. Or the fact that they did other things...

She shook her head, enough of that kind of thinking. She was going to Bermuda tomorrow, she had to be happy! Her digits curled around the gaps between his instinctively. Her small hand wrapped around his larger one, the two of them keeping a tight grip onto one another. She smiled, her eyes closing. She nuzzled her head into his chest, purring softly. "Mmm... I'm just gonna use you as a pillow Jeremy." She secretly also loved holding hands with him. He was so gentle, so kind... so huggable. Her eyes closed fully and she nearly fell into a deep slumber... almost. The sudden jolt of the car coming to a stop and the fact that his body started to move away woke her up. She was groggy and grumpy, slightly displeased her sleep was disturbed. She got out of the vehicle and yawned, stretching her arms into the air and smacking her lips. She looked at him with his arms crossed over his chest. She rubbed her eyes, desperately wanting to go to sleep, but instead beamed a warm smile. She immediately knew what he wanted. "I'm sorry that I forgot." Paige walked towards Jeremy and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking cutely up at him, her face close to his. This was unexpectedly... close of her. What was she doing? She didn't even know since she was so tired. Her lips brushed against his cheek, tickling against the skin, until at last she planted a kiss on his lips gently. It was so sensual... so loving... so passionate. "I love you Jeremy. Now can you please let me go to sleep?" She giggled and loosened her grip, walking into the house with a hop in her step.

Everything after that was a blur. She went to bed, she hopped underneath the sheets, and she fell asleep instantaneously. When she woke up, she found herself half-naked with only her white bra and panties on. Did she change herself before she went to bed, or did Jeremy? It didn't really matter at this point. She looked at the clock... 7:00 P.M. She groaned and fell back on her pillow, her entire day was virtually shot down. She'd eat dinner, watch a movie with her brother, and then go to sleep. Hmph, she thought there'd be something else to do. Maybe she'd take a shower first...? Her mind drifted to her brother, would he want to as well? She had grown more accepting of taking a shower with him - frankly she liked it. She slowly tip-toed out of bed, her silken white panties riding between her rear cheeks. She eventually made it to her brother in his room and knocked politely on the door. "Hey... bro?" she began anxiously, somewhat embarrassed to ask her question. "Would I be bothering you if I asked... would you want to take a shower... with me?"

 

[As Day Fades]

He had remembered most of those things. Clothes, of course, and her various chargers. Bedsheets he immediately brushed off, because what for? Where they were going would have plenty of bedsheets, and with maids to change them out every day. The only thing his sis mentioned that wasn't yet packed was her laptop, because she'd probably want to use it between now and tomorrow morning. He'd even made sure to grab an armful of girly items from her bathroom, not absolutely confident about all of them but figuring it was safer to just pile the lot into a single bag and hope nothing too important was forgotten. Jeremy didn't say anything in response, he just smirked; she'd have to have some faith in him.

The hug was expected, of course, he having invited her to it, but her enthusiasm took her brother a bit off guard. Seeing that smile etched onto his sister's lips brought forth one of his own, and as Paige's arms draped around his neck, Jeremy's slipped around her waist, resting on her lower back. He pulled her close, her breasts mashing against the firmness of his chest, both because he adored the feel of his little sister's ample, supple bosom pressed to him, and because he simply wasn't shy in hugging his sibling in general. What caught him off guard however was the kiss. Kisses were normal between them. Kisses were pretty much standard, on the cheek, sometimes on the forehead or if he was being especially sweet, on the back of her hand, with he lately sneaking kisses closer and closer to her lips. They'd never actually kissed on the lips though, and he certainly hadn't expected his little sis to be the one to initiate such a thing! This caused him to actually freeze up a little and blush. A tiny little shiver coursed through him. They were so soft, her lips, the kiss so simple and yet elegantly sweet. He began to kiss her back, fingers crooking lightly around her waist, breath held, heart suddenly racing. The thought to take this further instantly ran rampant through his mind. But, no. Paige was very open and trusting with him, but at the same time he knew she could be skittish, akin to an adorable little rabbit. He kissed back. He held her for a moment, excitement coursing through him. It would be at her pace.

When she peeled her body away, giggled a bit, and he got the chance to ogle his sister's behind a bit as she hopped in, he smiled. His little bunny rabbit, hm? It was in that moment that he knew he loved her, really loved, actual love. That kiss had been his reassurance against the voice in his mind telling him this smooth plan was all a terrible idea. There was so much potential between them. There blood tie wasn't a burden, but just a hurdle he'd have to figure out how to overcome. There were so many wonderful things about Paige he'd learned about her growing up, and over these past months his feelings had manifested more and more each day. That kiss gave hmi a resurgence of confidence. There was something special between them. He just had to make her see it too.

The next few hours made him mad. He was going nuts. To jerk off, or not to jerk off? God, she had such an influence over him! What was she doing now? Jeremy wondered that again and again as he tried to relax in his room. Twice he'd found a reason to pass by her door in the hallway, gently rapping each time, but received no answer. He ended up spending the next few hours laying out in his room in a t-shirt and boxers, back propped up against pillows, blanket up to his waist, watching Sports Center and going back and forth between a soda and texting Brittany and Bethany, two of the seniors he'd made friends with this past week, both very blonde, and very gorgeous in their own ways.

Mid-text, and with the TV going, he didn't hear the soft knock on the door so much as he caught the wooden slab swinging open just slightly out of the corner of an eye. He hadn't closed it completely, apparently, and the light knock was enough to crack it open a few inches. His head perked up a bit. He saw his sister through the very slight crack in the door, saw bits of skin and silky white and quickly realized what she was wearing, and what she wasn't, and blushed. And then her words registered, her voice soft, her tone tired, but audible nonetheless. If her presence wasn't enough to earn his attention, that timidly made offer certainly was. Jeremy hesitated. Or rather, Jeremy paused a bit in surprise, blushing furiously; he'd long since gotten over being embarrassed about blushing in front of his sister, he just hoped she didn't make him elaborate on why it was there. It was usually half and half, whether she let him off or dogged him the rest of the night. "You sure?" A stupid question. Don't invite a chance to reconsider now, moron! Smirking at himself, the phone was closed, cancelling the text, and the television shut off before he waited for an answer.

A pair of hairy legs swung calmly from beneath his dark green blanket, bare feet setting upon a dark blue carpet, fingers raising to scratch at the back of his head as he circled 'round the bed and made his way to his bedroom door. They shared a lot of features, his sister and he, but in as many ways as they were physically alike they were just as dissimilar. She had a dark purple hair and eyes like their mother. He had dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes like their father, but unlike their father he'd taken to letting a little bit of scruff coat his face lately, thinking it made him look good in a rugged sort of way. A few times he wondered what Paige thought, but hadn't asked her yet. Regardless, this was another first for her, for them, her asking him, one that did well in reassuring his varying confidence about tomorrow even further.

Jeremy opened the door a bit more. He embraced her then in a sort of half-hug, hands on Paige's slim waist, head leaning in to plant a soft, fun little kiss on the tip of her nose. He was erect just from the walk over here, his mind alight with what was about to happen, plus her state of undress, and a full hug right now would have that tentpole pressing against her, potentially, possibly, scaring her toward reconsideration. One hand fell to his side. The other slid to her wrist, then to her palm, taking her hand firmly with a smile. "Alright," he said, gripping it. "I'd love to."

The second floor bathroom, where their bedrooms were located, was only down the hall a bit. Like everything in the house, their parents had spared little expense when choosing its decor. Greek. The walls were done as columns. The floors were specially made to look like cobblestones, but even, and still comfortable to walk on barefoot. All throughout the spacious bathroom were little things such as leaves done into the metal frame of the wide three-sided standing mirror. The bathtub was a beautiful standalone porcelain set upon four golden feet, its size meant for one and a half people, meant to either fit one comfortable or to fit two romantically. No doubt their parents had enjoyed that on more than one occasion. The two of them had only used the shower stall up until now though.

"How about the tub this time?" Jeremy whispered, nuzzling Paige's temple with a warm smile as they slowly walked the carpeted hall together. "We could sit, really take our time. Maybe make it a bubblebath. And I'm sure no one will notice if we sneak a bottle of wine from the cellar." His hands shifted, moving to hold her right hand with his right, freeing up his left to reach it back around her waist, his fingers resting half on her skin, half on the hemline of her silky panties. "I really liked the way you kissed me before. Maybe we could light some candles, or use blindfolds... just lay in the bath for awhile and practice." His fingers squeezed hers gently. "Our secret."

 

[Aeris]

(( Sorry for crappy response timing... I've been super busy for like the past week. D: ))

Paige Valentine

She was probably going to regret her decision in the morning. Paige sensed a physical tension between her and Jeremy, the kind that made her all hot and bothered. Ugh, why did she have to kiss him on the lips? She must have been beyond tired to supplement him with that. It hadn't crossed her mind how odd their attraction was until that show of affection. They were brother and sister, not boyfriend and girlfriend. Of course she sometimes had odd fantasies of screwing her brother, who wouldn't with someone that attractive? However, she never thought of taking it seriously. She always thought their little touches and teasing gestures were playful and in good spirit - not sexual. Looking back at it, there were numerous times when she flaunted her breasts or cleavage a bit too leniently. "God, I'm such an idiot... why the hell did I have to do something like that?" She loved her sibling like any sister would, but it wasn't that kind of love!

... At least, that's what she told herself.

She couldn't wipe the memory of his kiss. The moment his lips planted themselves on hers, she was on cloud nine. It was a second of bliss and ecstasy, her entire body tingled with excitement. If she weren't so tired, she would have continued and the situation would have gotten more... intimate. Paige wanted to say that she hated getting a kiss from her brother and that it was grossly disgusting, but then she'd be lying to herself.

Her lustrous irises gazed up into Jeremy's pupils, her hands locked together behind her back. She scanned his body up and down... and then focused in on his lips. She wanted that. She wanted to kiss him again. And she was fully awake this time,, no excuses to use now. She sincerely wanted him. Paige nodded quickly to address his question, "Yes, yes I'm sure. Are you... not sure you want to?" She playfully made a provocative pose by bringing both her hands to the bottoms of her large, globular breasts. "Well, you don't have to join me, but I'd be pretty lonely showering all alone. I mean, who's going to help dry these off when I'm done?" She giggled, a sly smile stretching over her complexion. She loved teasing him like that.

His body pressed into hers, causing her back to arch forward and straighten. She was about a head shorter than he was, which was still relatively tall for a girl her age. She blushed heavily from the touch of his hands around her thin waist, holding her just at the hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept him close, her chest mashed against his once more. Her eyes closed and her lips puckered as he leaned in, but she was surprised to see that he decided to go for the apex of her nose. She blinked copiously, tilting her head to the right out of curiosity. Mmm, well at least that felt nice, even if it wasn't what she wanted. Paige pushed forward again... and felt something hard against her stomach. She gasped and stepped back, nearly pulling away from his grip. Her eyes darted to the growing arousal in his pants. She was making it obvious her vision was on his bulge, seeing as her gaze was locked in the area between his loins. She was beyond flustered, her face lighting up in a brilliant shade of pink. "Jeremy... could you have a little self control?" she scolded, slowly drawing a weak smile. She couldn't help but feel aroused by the touch of his erect member.

Her fingers sunk through the gaps between his, her palm clenching tightly onto his. "Well, alright. But I only want to take a shower, nothing else! D-don't get any funny ideas, alright?" Damn it, she stuttered. She hated it when she did that, since it usually meant she was trying to hide something - specifically an emotion. Why was she nervous? What did she have to hide from him? It wasn't like she had any feelings for him beyond being a sibling, so why couldn't she just tell him what was wrong? Gah, things were always so complicated.

Before long, the two found themselves in the bathroom. Rather than take the shower, they decided to go for a bath. It sounded like a good idea to relieve some of her stress. A few candles, a bit of wine, probably some bubbles, she was sure it'd be a fun experience. Maybe a little bit of experimenting on the side? She felt his body draw closer to hers, his words starting to make her blush reappear. Did... did he really like her kiss that much? She averted her gaze, her fingers twiddling with the ends of her indigo locks. She started feeling a strange sensation between her legs. She needed some kind of relief. She cleared her throat and said, "Well, I'm sure I could try practicing that a bit more. I-I mean, I haven't kissed that many guys before, so maybe you could, um, teach me how to do it better?" She looked up at him, her right hand traveling to his chest. "And maybe, do you think we could try some other stuff? Like, a bit more...? Interesting?"

There was no easy way to say what she had in mind - she really wanted to fuck him. For some reason, her all of her instincts pushed her in that direction while her mind fought vigorously to prevent her from fornicating with her own brother. She didn't have sex before, she never dreamed of having it until she was in college... but her body said otherwise. She wanted his cock - badly.

"Here, why don't you get the wine and candles? I'll go get the bath ready. Go on!" She pushed her palms against his back so that he was shoved out of the room, her lips etching a grin. "I promise I'll make everything just right for us." She wiggled her digits at him to gesture a farewell and closed the door. Paige turned on the hot water and let it rise to about the tip of the tub, pouring in a small pack of bubbles afterwards. Rather than removing her nightwear, she decided to keep it on. Maybe she'd look more appealing with a pair of matching see-through white panties and bra? She put her pinkie toe to the surface of the water and formed a small ripple. Perfect temperature. She slowly sunk her beauty body into the water, a wet sloshing sound emanating around her. She dropped down until she was about shoulder deep and let out a soft sigh. This was the life.

Now all she had to do was wait for him to come back, and then the fun would really begin...

 

[As Day Fades]

Self control? She wanted him to have better self control? This, from the sister who just a moment before was cupping her all natural double-d globes, making them bounce and press together a little in her white bra which she could be sure would yet again have her brother staring at them - hell, she'd come to his room in her underwear, and was asking if they could get naked and bathe together - and he was teased for being hard as a goddamn rock? Jeremy snickered. Of course it was just teasing, of course it was just a joke. He'd caught her staring at his crotch a few times before, not only when the sexual tension between them was heightened, but he remembered one time distinctly when they were helping Mom in the kitchen making a salad for dinner, and Paige had caught that her big brother caught her looking. He hadn't teased her after that, though. He'd just enjoyed the was she blushed after that for several days whenever they were together, going out of his way to spend extra time with his little sis even, always smirking confidently. Self control? If it were socially acceptable for him to reach down and check how wet she was, she wouldn't be so apt to tease!

As for Paige's question, Jeremy's response was a simple, wickedly-curved smirk. They'd done this four times so far, showering together, yet despite that he'd never gotten a real good view at her beautifully rounded mounds. The second, third and fourth times his sister had blushingly requested that they do it with the lights off, and though that's how they'd showered the first time too, it had been early enough in the evening that light through a high window half-illuminated things; damnable, though, that most of that nervous first time was spent with her back to him, with his washing her shoulders, her back, her butt, her legs, and then pressing his erection against her lower back and the curves of her backside as he reached around to wash her belly, nuzzling, kissing her jaw, neck and cheek the whole time. He had gotten to dress and to undress her, that much was true, as well as dry her off, and those things certainly made for their solid glances, but he'd never quite yet had the chance to just stand and stare. To admire. Lord, did he ever want to just stare at his little sister's big tits... He's always had to settle for staring at them from across the room while she was clothed.

He'd allowed himself to get lost in that thought for a moment, lost in that daydream of desire, a smile permanently tugging at each corner of his lips, and didn't even realize that they were actually in the bathroom now and that it was time to engage in their fun little secret again, until Paige's hands were on him, physically, literally shooing him out of the room! Jeremy blinked. Wait, what? Oh, right - the stuff. He smirked, watching her disappear from his sight as the door closed.

So, holy shit. Not only had she come to him this time, not only did they have the house all to themselves without having to worry about when their parents would get home, but rather than taking a simple, nervous shower together, he and Paige, brother and sister, were going to share a romantic bath? A romantic one. Bubbles, and wine and candles. Hormones raging, he was as hard as a rock as he quickly descended the wide red oak staircase leading down the the first floor foyer, hand on the classically designed railing. His grey-silver boxers did nothing to hinder it either, it quite literally sticking straight out, a small patch of material dampening from the precum glistening from within that sensitive head. Really, who wouldn't be hard the moment their hot sister came to their room in her underwear? It was completely natural, and though he still blushed when he got a woody around her, he'd long since stopped apologizing for it or even trying to hide it. Hell, honestly, he preferred that she catch him. It was always an exciting turn of conversation, even if not a whole lot had ever come of it in the past.

So, wine. Wine, wine. He needed to learn more about his goddamn wines. Well, his parents' goddamn wines. Having descended down to the first floor, he then continued on to the basement, where a large wooden rack was against the wall at the bottom of the stairs with several dozen bottles set in its slots. He'd only had it a few times himself and was far from knowing one from another. A cabernet sauvignon sounded interesting enough, a red wine, so after twisting the handles of all of four bottles around so he could read the labels Jeremy settled on that. Any dust that was on the bottle was quickly brushed off against the front of his shirt as he ascended the basement stairs, hand dipping beneath the fabric and smoothing it quickly over the glass.

Speaking of glass, he needed a few. The stairs opened up into the kitchen and with the bottle in one hand he reached up to the wooden rack over the prep station their kitchen had where roughly two dozen wine glasses hung upside down. Their parents were known for hosting parties from time to time, nothing big but enough to validate having so many of the bottles and glasses in the house. Grabbing the first, Jeremy turned it rightside up and set it on the counter before reaching for a second. Then, pausing, he thought for a moment. He thought quickly, the blood rushing to his loins, straining against the thin fabric of his boxers, not willing to let him take any longer to get back to his sis than was absolutely necessary. Would one glass be more romantic than two? That meant they'd have to share it. That sounded good, plus it meant not having to juggle shit up the stairs. So he went with that idea, setting the bottle on the counter, heading down the hallway to the main floor bathroom to grab a handful of scented candles from its closet and returned to the kitchen. Grabbing a box of matches from a kitchen drawer - oh! and a corkscrew! shit, almost forgot - he set everything down on the counter and picked it back up again, in order, grabbing this, sticking that under his arm, making sure it was all steady and nothing would be dropped.

The ascent back up the stairs wasn't as bad as it could have been. Once his bare feet set back upon the soft white carpet of the second floor hallway a chill surged through his body. Three minutes, maybe four it'd been? Four tops, he told himself. That had been enough time for Paige to do whatever she was planning on doing that she rushed him out of the bathroom for. God, he was so fucking hard right now. They were actually going to get to make out, weren't they? Like real kisses, no more on the cheek stuff. And what else did she have in mind when she nervously mentioned wanting to try other stuff? ...Whatever it was, he was wholly enthused at that moment to oblige.

The bathroom door. Jeremy's heart was thumping against his chest. "Paige?" He called out, kneeling down on the carpet, having to set the things down in the hallway as his hands were too full for the knob. "I'm back. ...Are you ready?" Too bad if she wasn't. He was too damn excited at this point. Reaching a hand out, Jeremy grabbed the knob and slowly opened...