The Sister that I "never" wanted

[Mifune]

Stephen Cooper only knew of his parents love. It was only until recently that his mother remarried to a somewhat handsome guy. That he will learn the love of a sibling. All his life he had been alone. He was the type of guy that kept things to himself. Things were changing for Stephen. For instance, that handsome guy that his mother married has a daughter. She was about the same age as Stephen. They also attend the same university.

They now live in a new home. His bedroom was next to hers. So he can hear practically everything that goes on in her room because of the thin walls that separated him. Being the innocent shy guy that Stephen is; he mostly has headphones on when he play video games online or listen to music to stimulate his brain as he work on school projects and other things involved with school.

She may or may not have tried to get to know him better. He may have seemed rude, but the fact of the matter is she was a knock out. Her beauty knew no ends, at least in Stephen's mind. And these past couple of months were very hard. He tried to wait until she was done with the bathroom before he would enter it. Every time, he would smell the shampoo that she wash her hair with. It was really a turn on. So it was really hard for Stephen who was a geek/nerd to speak to his step-sister.

Things were about to get awkward as Stephen was currently leaning against the wall in front of a classroom. Said classroom was where Stephen goes to every Monday and Wednesday for Math class. The professor was getting ready to start his lecture. For a strange reason he doesn't let students enter early. It came as a shock when he saw his step-sister enter the classroom.

 

[Notte]

Victorique Morgan had her life turned upside down when her father remarried. He always let her do whatever she wanted and now this new woman was coming in and trying to give her rules. That wasn't even the worst part of it, she lost her second bedroom to the woman's nerdy son. It seemed like he didn't even care about how he looked, or how his hair was. Really, she wanted to give him a total make-over. But it got to the point where she thought that he was either gay or into, what did they call it, 3D characters? She would bet anything that he was a virgin and she liked to tease him by leaving her sexy underwear and bras around, weather they were clean or not. Mostly it was because she wanted someone else to do her laundry for her, but her new "step-mother" had a lot to say about what she wore, the way she dressed and did her hair and make-up. Needless to say, they did not get along.

It wasn't that she was stupid, she got usually good grades, but her math Professor was riding her hard. Not to mention, math was her least favorite subject. The Professor gave her an D on the last test and told her that she should probably get a tutor. Walking down the hall, she saw her new step-brother and waved to him, "watch the hall, make sure no one comes in until I say so." She paused a moment before walking into the room thinking, before she turned to him and said "Actually, you should come in and take pictures for me, but just hide yourself and don't let the professor see you." After that, she walked into the room, the professor looking up at her with annoyance on his face. Which was why she was dressed to kill for this one purpose, six inch killer heels, a short plaid skirt, white button up blouse, and a tie. The perfect look for a naughty school girl.

"Professor, I was wondering if I could talk to you about raising my grade. This is the only class I am having problems with." She spoke as she walked down the stairs giving him little peeps of her garter and thigh highs, just barely an inch away from showing him her red lace underwear. She could tell that he was watching her descend the stairs, even though he tried to hide it behind a face of frustration. "I told you, Miss Morgan, that you need to get a tutor for this class. I can set it up for you if you'd like, I'm sure we can find someone willing enough to teach you." His dull voice just droned on and went in one ear and out the other. When she got down to the bottom, she walked across the floor towards his desk and sat down on top of it, raising up one of her legs so that her skirt would bunch up. She took hold of his tie and played with it, bringing him somewhat towards her. Her lips were turned down into a pout as she leaned down, putting her face closer to his. "But, Professor, I was hoping that I could work it out with you." Reaching down, she grabbed his hand and brought it up to her legs, high up on her thighs so that he would be touching her flesh. "Its a deal we could both get something out of." He was so close to her now that she could feel his body heat, leaning down, she placed her lips against his and parted her thighs so that his hand could move up further. "Wouldn't you agree, Professor?"

 

[Mifune]

Shock soon turned into fright as Victorique gave him a command. Stephen suddenly felt his heart begin to thump against his chest. The pores in his skin were starting to secrete sweat. The poor nerd was only wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. He was trying to be a cool nerd. Not the old school style, where they were suspenders. His step-sister would probably want him to get a make-over. She was probably popular and being seen with him probably hurt her image.

The thing that drove him nuts was the crumbs of her dirty laundry on the floor. It almost was like she was leading a trail to her room; like she wanted him to be manlier. He didn’t pick them up because well, he was a nerd and he had never touched a pair of underwear or bra… ever. He never had a date in his entire life. Sure there were girls that hang out with him, or came over, but they were in the same social group.

But he never once thought of touching them; until those hints from Victorique. He of course told his mom and she would yell at Victorique. He felt bad that he snitched on her, probably not a great start in their sibling relationship. But still, why was she leaving her dirty underwear out in the opening like that? The only thing that it did was gave him wet dreams involving VIctorique.

Here he was, seeing her in that outfit. He would be sure that tonight that outfit would make an appearance. The feeling of guilt suddenly washed over his fright. “What are you doing…” he said, in a somewhat soft pitchy voice. He was trying to yell at her, but keep it so that nobody could hear them. When she entered, he contemplated whether or not to enter or not. Stephen stomp the ground like a frustrated kid. He then storm towards the door and peeked at the rectangular form window.

He could see the professor staring at his step-sister as if she was some kind of eye-candy. She was…but that didn’t make it any different. From what he saw behind, he would agree. (Damn that ass) Stephen thought to himself. He found himself turning the knob and sneaking into the room as he ducked and crawled into the classroom, hearing the words that uttered out of Victorique’s mouth. This was the first time he felt scared, fright and dirty all in a few minutes.

Stephen took out his iphone and began recording this. He already began to feel an erection. He couldn’t believe his step-sister was seducing the professor for a better grade. That and, the professor weren’t stopping this mess. He probably could relate. If a hot piece of ass like that did that to Stephen, he probably couldn’t muster up the strength to push away.

 

[Notte]

The Professor didn't know what to do, sure he had been propositioned by students before, but non had ever been this bold and he could feel his erection straining against his pants just as he could feel the heat radiating from her core. He wondered what kind of things that she knew, how many times she had done this. Although he didn't want to touch, his hand kept massaging her flesh, slowly moving up further. Before he could make his move, Victorique stood up and pushed his hand away. "Looks like you aren't interested, never mind, Professor. I will just drop the class." Pushing him away after having him touch her knew that it would just drive him mad and make him want her more, even going so far as threatening to drop the class.

When she turned to walk away, the Professor grabbed her arm and pushed her down onto his desk with her ass up in the air. Cool air greeted her ass and he shivered when he flipped her skirt off to show that she was wearing a red laced thong. "What are you doing, Professor, let go of me now!" She tried to get up from the table, putting up a faux fight solely for camera purposes, but no one but herself would know that it was fake. When the Professor pushed her back down and held one of her arms behind her back to pin her there, she knew that she had him. "I said let go of me right now, you bastard." She struggled harder when she heard the zip of his pants go down. "Someone help me! Help! Stop! No!" Honestly, she really didn't want to sleep with him, he was old and he disgusted her, but she would have done it anyways for the grade. Maybe finding someone else to do her homework would have been easier.

Leaning down over her, he whispered in her ear, "You asked for this, you little bitch. I'll raise your grade after I fuck you and I will fuck you whenever I want to. Every day that you walk in here, you are wearing these slutty little clothes, just begging for attention. Begging for someone to fuck you and take advantage. Daddy will give you exactly what you want." When he called himself daddy, Victorique almost gagged. She felt his hand on her ass, pulling her thong to the side, his small pathetic dick rubbing against her cheeks and she tried to move forward up on the desk so that he wouldn't be able to reach. "Get the fuck off of me."

 

[Mifune]

These feelings were new to Stephen. The urge to protect his step-sister was something he never thought was possible. He kind of agrees with the professor. The clothes that she wears did ask for an attack. Heck if he was one of the jocks that say rude comments to girl every time they walk pass them. He wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. What should Stephen do? He thought to himself? He never attacked anyone before. But that was his step-sister. A family member…to protect that was what the message in the cartoon/anime shows he watched was about.

He turned the cell phone off and slides it into his jeans pocket. Part of him wondered if that was what she had him come in to do. Did she plan all of this? Stephen wondered if she was just faking. How most girls say yes to the sex then turns around and says rape? That was what he didn’t understand and was glad that he was still a virgin. He didn’t really care much of the social popularity

But nonetheless, Stephen rushed down there with everything he got. Never had he ran so fast before. It literally felt like three seconds to get down to the podium area. Victorique was on the desk next to it where the professor would sit down to grade papers or did whatever he did when students were taking exams. He saw the red thong that his step-sister wore and it gave him an erection like never before. It was pressing against his boxer briefs. It felt uncomfortable. It was getting hot down there, and almost felt like it was suffocating.

In an instant, Stephen felt his hand hurt when he connects his left hand on the man’s shoulders and pulled him off of Victorique then jab with his right hand, follow by another punch with his left. He then runs his hands up Victorique legs to grab her hand and yanks her off the desk. “We’re leaving…” he said, running up.
Never in his life had he did such a thing. He was about to skip class. Well not like he needed to, since he was doing well. But what if the Professor press charges? He would blackmail him with the tape? Stephen had no idea what to do. One thing he knew was his heart was beating very quickly against the rib cage.

 

[Notte]

Shock flowed its way through Victorique like ice, had her nerdy, shy, non confrontational step brother really just hit someone? A smile formed on her lips as she ran up the stairs behind him, never knowing that he had it in him. Looking back behind her, she noticed that the professor was knocked out on the floor. Maybe Stephen could be a man after all, if he tried hard enough. She would just have to teach him how. Starting when they got home. "Stephen, I don't want to be here. I... I feel d-dirty and s-scared. Can we go home?" Her voice was low and scared like a frightened child's and she really hoped that he would be freaking out enough to just go straight home. "I'm not sure if I can d-drive myself." It wasn't just the fact that he protected her and acted like a man, she had clearly seen the length of his manhood straining against pants when he saw her ass. Knew that even though it was wrong, since they were now siblings, he still wanted her. Great thing for her, she didn't care if they were siblings now or not, after all, they weren't blood related.

Her heart was beating fast from the running and her lungs burned for air even though she ran everyday on the track team. It was hard to run in high heels and have someone drag you along behind him, which meant that even though he was a geek, he could run fast. Then again, that could be because he was a geek, who knew? They were out of the classroom and the halls were deserted when she felt her foot give way in the heels. She cried out as she went down, ankle twisting. Her hand was ripped from Stephens and she was on the floor on all fours, skirt flipped up from her fall, breasts hanging heavy in front of her as her chest heaved from the extrusion. "I have to stop! I can't go anymore. I think I twisted my ankle." She moved to try to get up, but she went back down to the floor, ankle bruised and sprained. She lifted her hand up to him, manicure nails gleaming in the sun shining from the windows. "Help me."

 

[Mifune]

During the run, Stephen couldn’t believe that Victorique purposed they go back home. He felt like every fiber in his body was telling him to go to the dean’s office and confess what had happened. The tingly sensation could still be felt on both of his fists. When they were out of the classroom he loosens up his hand and looked at it. Not believing that he really had hit an authority figure.

His step-sister is a bad influence. Did the professor deserve it? Probably not…from the way it looked, Victorique was the one that drove him to insanity with her body. Stephen wanted to say that she was dirty, so dirty that it gave him a hard on. Now that his mind was back on his step-sister; Stephen realizes that she was running on high heels. He turned to look at her; to see if the heels had broken off during the getaway.

Almost immediately, Stephen felt his cock twitch and was yearning to come out. She looked so delicious on all fours. This was the first time; Stephen felt his body reacts this way. This was also the first time his hands dared touch a beautiful girl like Victorique. He actually held her hand.

Oh god, oh god…oh god, Stephen thought as he felt his erection throbbing inside his jeans. He held her hand again and looked at her. She looked so helpless and yet so eager at the same time. That must be her secret in life…

Stephen pulled her up and wrapped her arm around his neck. Now that she was by his side, he quickly glanced at her chest then back at her beautiful face. “I’ll give you a piggy back ride…to the elevator…” he said, at last. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Out of all the events that had happened in Stephen’s life; this was the time where he felt like a man the most.

 

[Notte]

Oh yea, he was reacting to her in the most primal way. In this, his virginity was working against him and she would work against his virginity. Making him crave, making him want. When he pulled her up and wrapped her arm around his neck, she held on tighter than she should have, pulled herself closer until her breasts were pushed into his side. Even in her heels, she had to look up to reach his face, a pretty pout playing on her lips. "I don't know," she spoke as she ran her hand down his free arm, squeezing at his muscles, "if you will be able to carry me. But I'm afraid that he will come after us when he gets up, so, lets try it at least. If you don't do it, then you will just have to help me limp there." She raised her leg up, her knee rubbing up past his groin, and then she leaned down to rub at it with her hand. "It really hurts."

When she put her leg back down, she pushed him slightly down to the floor, "Here, crouch down so I can get on." Moving behind him, she wrapped both arms around his neck, pressing her breasts tightly into his back. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she grabbed one hand at a time and pulled them behind him and putting them on her barely covered ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, hands hanging strategically down to caress and dig in her nails at the appropriate time. Putting her ears against her lips, she was still breathing heavily and she made it sound somewhat sexual. "Stephen," she rolled her name out low and breathy, "We have to hurry."

 

[Mifune]

After all that happened, she dare mock his strength? The words…the action from her certainly struck a nerve. She didn’t believe that he could carry her? Yes, he could probably contend with being king of the nerds, or the geeks. But he was also probably taller than some of them. On his good day, when he isn't slouching, Stephen would stand tall at 6 feet. He was somewhat of a skinny built. But that didn't mean he was all bones.

The thought of flexing his biceps crossed his mind when he felt Victorique squeezing at it. But he didn’t, because it wouldn’t solve anything. She would still think of him as weak. Even after he hit the professor; the guy was on the ground, but then again he was getting near retirement age.

Stephen gasped as he felt the knee against his groin and then the hand rub that followed after it. The comment that followed made his mind go blank. Did she mean her ankle or the hard erection? He had no time to question it as she was right. They had to get out of there. The slight shove was somewhat unexpected as he quickly got down on his knees so that she could hop on.

Fuck, could this have been a dream? Where his hands really gripping against Victorique’s butt cheeks? He squeezed it hard as he tried not to pass out from the over excitement this situation had brought about. His heart thrashing against his rib cage, his breath fastened. Stephen quickly took off carrying Victorique on his back. In about a minute, Stephen arrived at the elevator. He spun to look behind them to see if the professor was chasing after him.

The elevator door soon opened, and Stephen quickly rushed in carrying her. He relaxed a bit, and lean down to set Victorique back down on her feet. “I think I might have a stroke…” he said, sticking his second and third finger against the pulse on his neck.

 

[Notte]

When Stephen set her down on her feet, she knew for a fact that her ass would have hand prints on them, he had groped so hard. Not so that he could carry her, but because he was overly excited about feeling her bare flesh. She was also somewhat shocked, not having thought that he would be able to carry her. Nerds, in general, didn't really have very much strength. At least that is what she had always thought. She actually kind of liked this side of him, the inexperienced protector virgin. Knowing that he probably wouldn't get anything sexual out of it like most men wanted when they tried to act all heroic. And that is what made her want to do it even more, to tease him harder, push him further until that shy nerd boy snapped from wanting her so badly.

Leaning forward into him, she moved his fingers from his neck and put her lips against the fast beat of his pulse. Kissing his neck softly, acting as if it were the easiest way to test how fast it was going. Not that it was lie, the lips were extremely sensitive and they picked up on the beats much easier than her fingers could. Pulling back she frowned at him, "Was I really that heavy?" Right after she spoke, the elevator dinged, bringing them to their level. Before he could get out of the question and run away, she grabbed his hand and limped with him towards her car. A sleek, rare, and exotic red Falcon F7. A car worth over six figures. "Get in."

((OOC: Sorry, sorry, I know the car kind of doesn't fit, but that car is so fucking hot that I want it. So, she is getting it.))

 

[Mifune]

His fingers were pushed away. It was shocking that she actually kissed him. He wasn’t sure why she was doing this at all. Maybe it was because his heroic actually had left her hot and bothered? The man hands were left in the air as he wanted to hug her and let them do what lovers do. The sexual tension…at least for him was too much. He ended up breathing through it and gripped the railing behind him. Images of him thrusting hard and fast on her lower regions flashed before his eyes as the elevator door opened.

Great, because he chose not to act, now his mind was running wild with fantasies. Another fantasy took its place as soon as she wrapped her arm around his body and he helped her to the car. The fantasy was of a hentei thing he had watched before. It was so incredibly uncomfortable down there in his crotch area. The question that she had asked him was so wrong. It wasn’t her weight that made him want to have a stroke.
He wasn’t sure if he should tell her or not. It was the fact that he wanted to lose his virginity to her right now, and the better half of him was trying to stop these feelings; because of the confliction his body was having a war in itself. He felt his body full of energy. It was prepared to do the deed, but Stephen didn’t act on it.

When he saw her car he quickly thought. Who brought her this car? Was his step-dad this rich? Probably not, because their house would be more beautiful than the car, so which boyfriend did she fuck to give him the car that made him almost not want to get in because he might get to excited and wet himself right then and there.

“Wowwwwww…” Stephen exclaimed, and got into the car. “What is this…how could you afford it…”

[[ooc: no bigs, we can work that in to the story? =D]]

 

[Notte]

Victorique could tell that he was having a very hard time of things. Accepting what had just happened, touching her, everything. Honestly, she thought this was kind of fun, like they were Bonnie and Clyde. Ah, the joys of youth. "You still haven't answered my question." She spoke as she got into the car with him, turned it on, and backed out of the spot before speeding away.

She gave him a dirty look with what his tone implied when he asked her about the car. "I didn't prostitute myself out to get it, if that is what you mean. Nor did daddy get it for me. It was half bought and half gift by one of my producers." She gave him a look and rolled her eyes before she reached behind him in the back seat, still keeping her eyes on the road and the gas to the floor. She came back up with a a few different styled magazines, one that was a car magazine that she was on the cover of, posing on top of the very car that she was driving now. Another magazine had pictures of her modeling and singing. Touching a button on her multiple CD player, she got to her CD and her voice rang out to a pop beat that people danced too. "Daddy doesn't know about it, but I'm a singer and a model. At least I don't think he knows, I've never told and he has never said anything or asked about it. He just knows that I go out and have fun doing whatever. Usually spending his money so that I don't have to spend mine. Like every other male out there, he probably just thinks I'm a whore or a slut, but really its just a look for my career. The one that my producers gave me. Why? Because sex sells." She shrugged her shoulders, "Not that I'm a virgin, mind you. I just haven't slept with as many men as people think I have." She snorted, "Hell, I haven't had sex in over a year that wasn't with B.o.b, my Battery Operated Boyfriend. I'm to busy and men are to much work. Although, I do miss sex. Masturbation just gets boring after a while, you know?"

 

[Mifune]

Stephen had actually forgotten about the question the moment he saw the car. He wanted to feel the smooth metal against his skin. He wanted to run his hand across the dashboard. Also, he wanted to get in the driver seat and floor it! He wanted to drive the car. It was probably another primal instinct of being a man that Stephen exhibited today.

“You didn’t feel heavy…maybe it was because of the adrenaline rush that I am still somewhat feeling…” he said, she wasn't sure if she would believe his explanation. But everybody had heard about a woman being able to lift a care because of said adrenaline. Maybe he should start working out. It’s a full-time job to be the protector for a sibling. He realizes that now and was thinking of where he should work out.

He looked guilty when she called him out. She was a model, and a singer? That was news to him, though it wasn’t that much of a surprise. She was beautiful enough to model. He wasn’t to thrill on her singing voice. But he wasn’t about to tell her that he didn’t like her voice. Maybe the sound she gives out during sex was better.

Fuck, Stephen mind was running wild now. He was starting to hate the fact that he was thinking like a jock. All they thought about was sex. To be thinking of Victorique that way; he thought was shameful. The conversation soon made a turn for more awkwardness. She was actually talking about her sex life. He mentally cursed her, as to why she was telling him all of this. He was trying to talk himself out of sex, and here she was talking more about it.

“I…I…” he wasn’t sure whether or not to admit the fact that he does masturbate. Ever since she began leaving her laundry on the floor, the image he been masturbating to was his step-sister. Though, Stephen doesn’t masturbate a lot, because he's usually at the school studying. “No, I don’t know…” he said, turning his head and looks out the window as his step-sister drove them home. Maybe he should ask her a question to get her mind out of the gutter. "Are you sure you can drive...with your ankle in that state?"