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Sibling's Darker Desires (Me and celestine)

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Mr Incognito

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Richard had done well for himself since leaving his family home more then a year ago. His career as a programmer had practically taken off, allowing him to buy his own house and work out of the comfort of his own home. This comfort, however, came with unforeseen costs. Richard was not terribly social with women, and thus had no girlfriend. This was not for lack of wanting or being unattractive. He had long, shoulder length blond hair, a clean shaven face, and deep blue eyes. He was somewhat thin, but not gaunt as some programmers could become. He simply sucked at talking to girls. And then his sister moved in.

Richard loved his sister, but having a girl in the house was somewhat....stressful. He couldn't ignore his own needs, and he had little privacy. He was tolerant of it for now; they had some quality time together, and she wasn't ALWAYS at home...though she had nearly "caught" him on occasion. Right now, Richard had just finished a new line of code some company had hired him to do for their firewall. He leaned backward with a sigh. It had been a long day.
 
Laura had been thinking about the situation for several days now. She needed to take on another job or do something else that would allow her to aid her brother in the housing costs. At the least, she felt she should help pay for groceries... Unfortunately, for someone like her, there wasn't exactly much she could do. After all, unlike her brother, her education was in sociology. She was essentially useful to companies, political groups, organizations, and whatever other groups wanted her. Unfortunately, though, she was constantly being dismissed from interviews, setups, and all sorts of potential job openings because of a single fact that she was a woman. It was one of the few single facts that pissed her off the most. Gender should have nothing to do with skill! It didn't matter that her breasts were D-cups, and it certainly shouldn't matter that she had a long-legged hourglass figure. Not with the degrees and the time spent getting them!

She sighed, carefully pushing a strand of light brown hair behind her ear. She supposed now would be a good time to fix dinner. Ever since coming to live with her brother, Laura had been trying hard not to get in the way and to be useful. Most of the time, she found she was best off in the kitchen. His attempts at food had been... Scary. She swung by his workroom, knocking on the door before opening it. "Richard? I'm about to make dinner. Would you like anything in particular?"
 
celestine said:
Laura had been thinking about the situation for several days now. She needed to take on another job or do something else that would allow her to aid her brother in the housing costs. At the least, she felt she should help pay for groceries... Unfortunately, for someone like her, there wasn't exactly much she could do. After all, unlike her brother, her education was in sociology. She was essentially useful to companies, political groups, organizations, and whatever other groups wanted her. Unfortunately, though, she was constantly being dismissed from interviews, setups, and all sorts of potential job openings because of a single fact that she was a woman. It was one of the few single facts that pissed her off the most. Gender should have nothing to do with skill! It didn't matter that her breasts were D-cups, and it certainly shouldn't matter that she had a long-legged hourglass figure. Not with the degrees and the time spent getting them!

She sighed, carefully pushing a strand of light brown hair behind her ear. She supposed now would be a good time to fix dinner. Ever since coming to live with her brother, Laura had been trying hard not to get in the way and to be useful. Most of the time, she found she was best off in the kitchen. His attempts at food had been... Scary. She swung by his workroom, knocking on the door before opening it. "Richard? I'm about to make dinner. Would you like anything in particular?"
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Richard looked up when he heard the knock on the door, breaking him from his small daze. He looked over to see his sister poking her head in the door, and he smiled. She had been awfully helpful when she moved in here. His house had been cleaner, he had eaten better...and he had company to talk to. He loved his sister, adored her....but something else in the back of his head nagged him. Something dark, sinster. He pushed it out of mind for now.

"I'm not really picky, Laura; you can make anything taste good! Need any help?"

Richard spun his chair around and got to his feet, heading for the door. It was true, he wasn't all too hot of a cook, but he wasn't USELESS in the kitchen. Maybe he'd have something to do to help out.
 
"Well..." she glanced at him. "How hungry are you? I'm thinking that if you're not too hungry, we can make lasagna and set it to bake for around eight tonight with some of the garlic bread that was in the pantry. We've got some premade salads and I found a couple of bottles of wine, if you want something to drink with it that isn't water. Or orange juice. I have dibs on the apple juice, though." She wasn't kidding, either. Had anyone even tried eating salad or meat lasagna with orange juice? At least water didn't have a flavor. It just seemed a bit... dank.

"Or, if that doesn't work," she said, suggesting an alternative, "I could make some spaghetti. All we'd have to do is boil up the noodles, pour on the tomato and meat sauce and I can throw a half-loaf of garlic bread into the oven so that it'll be ready for us when we sit down to eat. What do you think?" She knew that there really wasn't much of a choice in what she'd just offered him, but she figured it was fairly dependent on taste and patience.

"Or we could just raid the fridge and pantry and see if there's something else we can make."
 
celestine said:
"Well..." she glanced at him. "How hungry are you? I'm thinking that if you're not too hungry, we can make lasagna and set it to bake for around eight tonight with some of the garlic bread that was in the pantry. We've got some premade salads and I found a couple of bottles of wine, if you want something to drink with it that isn't water. Or orange juice. I have dibs on the apple juice, though." She wasn't kidding, either. Had anyone even tried eating salad or meat lasagna with orange juice? At least water didn't have a flavor. It just seemed a bit... dank.

"Or, if that doesn't work," she said, suggesting an alternative, "I could make some spaghetti. All we'd have to do is boil up the noodles, pour on the tomato and meat sauce and I can throw a half-loaf of garlic bread into the oven so that it'll be ready for us when we sit down to eat. What do you think?" She knew that there really wasn't much of a choice in what she'd just offered him, but she figured it was fairly dependent on taste and patience.

"Or we could just raid the fridge and pantry and see if there's something else we can make."
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Richard laughed at his sister's little exchange; she sounded so serious, and yet he could not help himself. These sorts of options.....lasagna, spaghetti, wine....they never would have even been in his FRIDGE were it not for his dear sister. He liked good food, but was terrible about cooking it and managing his time. If he was hungry, he would often make instant noodles, or munch on something like a raw vegetable. To have him hear his own sister speak of things like cooked food was sort of...refreshing.

"The lasagna sounds good, actually. Been a while since we've had a nice, hearty meal to eat. You want I should stay out of your way, Ms. Chef?"
 
"Then lasagna it is!" she said with a cheerful smile. "You don't have to go, mister. You can always help by making sure I don't overdo it." Which was true. She enjoyed cooking, but also had to be careful she didn't make too much... Which generally led to leftovers. While she didn't think he'd mind, she rather thought fresh food tasted better than leftovers, which was why she typically attempted to limit servings to allow each person to eat twice in case they were still hungry. "Or you can pick the wine. There were a couple of different kinds and all of them looked at least a century old... Did you even know they were here?"

She enjoyed cooking, and she enjoyed her brother's company. It only made sense that she try and wrangle him into sticking around while she worked. Of course, she hoped he wouldn't pick a wine that was too potent. She'd never really been able to hold her liquor...
 
"The wines? Yeah. I like to have them in case of celebration. Or a nice night like this."

Richard hopped up and made his way to the kitchen. The wines were in the cellar below the kitchen, so he made his way down there. The steps creaked as he carefully descended into the dark room, his hand fumbling to find the light switch. Finally, he switched the lights on, revealing a small rack where he kept the wine. He took some time pondering, wondering which one to get. It was one of his more irritating personality quirks; he was extremely indecisive and picky with his choices. After some deliberation, he settled on a bottle, an older wine with a full body.

"This ought to go just right..."
 
As he went below, Laura immediately rolled up the sleeves of her white button up blouse and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, allowing for a bit of air circulation - and a bit of cleavage to show. It's not like anyone could blame her though. It got hot in the kitchen sometimes! Rummaging through the cabinets, pantry, and refrigerator, Laura methodically assembled all of the ingredients and tools that she thought she would need.

Humming lightly, she began measuring out exact amounts, separating what she needed from the things she could return to the cool temperature of the refrigerator and out of her way in the pantry and cabinets. It didn't take too long - this was a recipe she'd made often for herself and the whole family before she'd moved out. It was, if anything, something of a favorite. A traditional recipe, even.
 
Richard came back up the steps, fondling the bottle on wine between his arms carefully, so as not to drop and break it. He wasn't clumsy, but he never took risks; anything could happen to make him drop it. And he was glad that he did so when he finally made it up to the kitchen, where he saw his sister unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a small portion of cleavage. He fumbled and fidgeted somewhat, his ears tinged red with embarrassment...and excitement. He shook his head and shivered, hoping she wouldn't notice. He loved his sister, but that was a forbidden fruit he dared not touch....well, to be honest he didn't know..

Collecting his wits as quickly as he could, he set the bottle of wine at the center of the kitchen table. He noticed the speed in which she organized all the ingredients, measuring them out carefully with spoons and liquid measuring cups. If anything, she was quite a talented cook. He often wondered why she never tried to get a job as a chef.

"How long do you think it'll take to cook?"
 
She started when he spoke, not having heard him return. Her hands still moving to get everything prepared for cooking, she smiled at him, head turning slightly to look at him. "It should be about an hour," she said cheerfully. At this point, she'd begun to mix some spices together. Then, it was time to slice and dice in order to properly cut up the vegetables. Meat, of course, had to be defrosted. "At least, that's how long I hope it'll take." She nodded towards her brother's oven. "I've still got to fiddle with that thing to make sure it doesn't try and burn the food again..."

Then, as she began to gather the ingredients together, she smiled at him again. "Or you could watch it for me." Glancing at the time, she said, "I'm hoping to take a shower before it gets too late."

(Sorry, this one's a bit short. ><)
 
"Sure, I guess I can keep an eye on it, go ahead, take your shower."

Richard went into the next room to watch TV as he assumed his sister would go and shower. While channel surfing, he made sure to keep one eye and his nose on the oven, to make sure it wasn't about to get overcooked. His sister's calculations ended up being a little off; the lasagna was done much sooner then she expected. He was actually glad he volunteered; if he hadn't, the oven could have easily caught fire. He took the dinner out and let it cool on the stove, a towel thrown over the pan to make sure it didn't get cold.

With that done, he went to go see if his sister was ready to eat. Hopefully she hadn't been taking one of her long showers...
 
With everything set and ready to go, she'd placed the pan in the oven and headed off to her shower. It was nice to be under the water as it beat down against her skin. It was soothing as it spilled over in its downward journey. Smooth soap, gentle shampoo - long showers were one of the few things that Laura actually enjoyed greatly. She was pleased with his showers because the water hit just so - it was perfect and she loved it.

Still, she'd made the mistake of leaving her clothes in her room again - and to get there, she knew the fastest route was past the kitchen... Well, she might as well check on the lasagna, right? She wrapped a towel around her - it was... too small, quite frankly, and it didn't hold her body in it well, but it was coverage. When she opened the door, the cool air chilled her body, causing her nipples to stand even as it caused a bit of gooseflesh in her arms.

Holding the towel up, she headed towards the kitchen - from which she would head to her room. As she moved, she couldn't help but sniff the air. She couldn't help but be pleased it was her own. "Why don't you get started without me?" she suggested. "It'll take me just a few moments to get dress-- Augh, dammit!"

The towel had slipped, revealing her naked body to her brother. Her wet hair trailed drops of water against her body, even as she moved to pick up the towel.
 
Richard got maybe halfway out of the kitchen when he saw his sister and froze. She had just gotten out of the shower, her hair still dripping wet. He could smell the fruit-like shampoo from where he was standing. It was almost too much to bear. The towel was too small for her figure, and he could see her shapely legs, her smooth skin. He actually gulped, feeling his dick stiffening against his pants, his mouth going dry. If only he could...

"Um, no that's OK. I'll wai-aaaaaiii.."

Richard trailed off when he saw the towel fall to the floor, revealing it all. Her stiff, erect nipples attached to bouncing D-Cups, her smooth curves and shapely ass...and her pristine pussy. Something in him snapped. He had to have her. It wasn't fair for her to flaunt around the house naked. She knew how lonely he was. She would have to make it up to him. His mind suddenly in this manic point of view, he took action.

Richard lunged forward, tackling Laura to the floor. He attempted to pin her down to the floor, using his weight and strength to keep her from moving. One of his hands moved toward her ass, attempting to finger her pussy, still wet from the shower. He whispered into her ear.

"I can't take it anymore! You prance around in revealing clothing, show your cleavage, and now your naked? I can't TAKE it anymore!!"
 
Laura shrieked when he tackled her, totally caught off guard. As distracted as she was - she'd been trying to pick up the towel - there was no way she would have been able to maneuver to better respond to the action. As a result, she found herself flat on her back, the thwack of her skin against wood and her head against the floor making her head spin for a moment. Besides, would she ever really have expected her sibling to tackle her as she stood naked in his kitchen? The answer was a loud 'hell no'. Who would? Still, she could feel his muscles pressing her against the floor and, more importantly, something hard and alert. In an area generally reserved for either restrooms or bed. She blushed violently as she squirmed against him. She shifted her hips and tried to pry at him with her arms.

She felt guilty for making his clothes wet, but she was still alarmed at the fact that he was about to squish her like a bug. Okay, maybe her breasts would put up more of a fight, but still. She pressed against him, trying to get him off - it took her a while to call it quits, but her efforts did redoubled when she felt one of his hands moving south to touch her. At his words, she stiffened warily.

"Richard, stop, get off of me!" she hissed. "I'm your sister! It's Laura! Get up, big brother! I'm your sister! You shouldn't be doing this kind of thing to me!" Then, her mind re-running his words, she gave a frown. "And I don't prance in revealing clothing!"
 
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