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A Jealous Sister and a Not-So-Innocent Little Brother

Usually on a Saturday she would be out with friends or at work.
Well Emma had the day off from her job at the near by restaurant,
and her best friend was working an all day shift to get some extra cash to pay off her brand new car. Which well lets face it, will probably be trashed by the end of the month.
So the brunette sat on the couch in short shorts and a tight low-cut T-shirt with a band name on it, splattered in various colors of paint. Which complimented her modestly sized D-cup breasts pretty well.

With her slender legs crossed one over the other, she carelessly flipped through the T.V channels not really looking, just occupying herself by pushing the button. Nothing good was ever on during the day except for emotionally draining Soap Opera’s and little kid shows which she probably use to watch with her little brother when they were kids.
Standing and tossing the remote behind her, back on the couch she stretched her arms above her head, her shirt pulling up just a bit to reveal her flat stomach.
Brushing her long, slightly wavy dark caramel colored hair with her slender fingers she walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard to get a glass cup which was soon to be filled with cold water.
She thought about going to the pool today and maybe get in a good tan. She loved the feeling of the warm sun kissing her skin.

Unfortunately she underestimated the tilt of the cup and some of the water slipped down her jaw line and down her chest. She cursed under her breath, setting the cup down and grabbing a small dry rag and wiping her chest of the cold liquid.
 
It wasn't that Ralph minded having Emma around. She was a cool older sister; kind, patient, and easy-going. She was his best friend, role model, and confidant. But Saturdays were his days to have the house to himself. While she was off at work or spending time with her friends, Ralph occupied himself with his own friends. Lately, he'd been getting a little intimate with one particular girl in his class - a girl named Rena - whom he had known since 1st grade. It wasn't anything really serious yet - mostly phone calls and (s)texting - but the way things were moving, it wouldn't be long before they shared thier first kiss, then petting, then on to Second Base. Then, of course, there was his websites. Ralph loved to surf the web for all sorts of free porn. He could spend hours while his parents were out and Emma was at work or play browsing for pictures of barely clad models, videos of girls touching themselves, hentai manga/anime, erotic stories, and his guilty pleasure - amature pics of nude or semi-nude college girls. This last one was a bit icky. The girls were not much older than Emma - probably around the same age - so while he enjoyed looking at them, he always felt bad afterwards if he masturbated to them.

Coming into the kitchen to see what Emma was up to (hopefully napping, sunbathing, or engrossed in a TV show, so she wouldn't bother him), Ralph found her dabbing up spilt water from her cleavage. Were she not his sister, he would have wanted to stare at this erotic sight: a busty girl, in a tight top, patting the exposed top of her boobs. But Ralph had too much respect for Emma than to stare, though he did feel his cock shift in his pants. Emma was, after all, a woman, and Ralph did have a thing for big tits.

"Whoa, careful there, Emma," he teased. "Your mouth is up here - " he guestured to her face " - not down there."

Ralph was a cute boy. He still had a childish face and seemingly childish build; but he was athletically built and had just the right combination of fat and muscle to not look scrawny and boney. It helped that he played football and baseball. Yet he wasn't exactly handsome. He was just "cute", but neither heartthrobbingly irresistable nor tough and rugged. After all, it was only recently that he and Rena had gotten beyond awkward childhood friends. He had dark brown hair, tanned skin, and was dressed in a green t-shirt with a clever phrase on it, khaki-colored shorts, and socks. He smiled his usual grin that he had given her ever since he was a small child.​
 
Emma jumped, her heart skipping a beat as Ralph made his presence known. She glared at him slightly pouting in a playful way as she set the dish towel down before punching his shoulder.
“I know that.” She rolled her eyes with a perfect smile matching his.
“Aren’t boys your age supposed to be out with friends right now or something?”
It was more of a tease then an actual question though still she wondered.
Her hazel eyes scanned him before turning back to her drink and taking another drink, giving him a look that said,
‘Happy?’
Once she didn’t spill any of it.
Taking another look at him she realised that over the time periods she's away -which seemed to be growing due to her new college life and job- he seemed to be gradually changing. Emma noticed the muscles on his arms and legs. His usual childish features growing into more, though she would forever think her little brother was the cutest damn thing alive.

She licked her plump pink lips and wondered what she could snack on. It was probably just boredom and not her stomach telling her she needed food so she decided on a small frozen popsicle.
The last one.
Cherry flavor was her favorite and she had hidden this one just incase Ralph decided to raid the freezer. She reached back into the cold box of freezing mist and ice and grabbed the cold delight from behind a frost-bitten box of frozen pizzas.
With Victory, she pulled it out and shut the freezer door, peeling the wrapper off and sticking the tip between her lips.
 
Was it the fact this was his normal masturbation time, or the fact he looked at way too much porn that made Ralph very nearly blush when he saw Emma stick the popsicle in her mouth. It was an innocent enough act - a girl eating a popsicle. But he'd seen way too many pictures and videos in which the models and actresses possed suggestively with thier frozen treats and made seductive faces as they licked and sucked at it. The phallic imagry couldn't be more obvious if the popsicles were shaped like erect penises. Emma wasn't trying to be seductive, but the way she started eating her popsicle sure looked like it. It was at once fascinating and repulsing to watch her. On the one hand, she was his sister. On the other, it was strangely arousing. Ralph tried to get a grip on himself before he really did blush and attract attention. Emma might be cool, loving, and an all around awesome girl; but she was still a big sister. If she wanted to, she could as mercilessly tease him as easily as she could smother him with affection.​
 
Emma leaned against the fridge, sucking on the tip of the popsicle and biting it off.
She looked over at Ralph and all he seemed to be doing was looking at the popsicle.
Had he not heard her?
Or did he just not care to answer?
“Hell-o, earth to Ralphy.” She waved the popsicle in his face, thinking it was just his jealousy of her having the last frozen treat.
She placed the cherry flavored frozen stick back at her now red tinting lips.
Her pink tongue dragged along the side to keep it from dripping onto her fingers.
She pushed the popsicle further into her mouth dragging it out slowly to get more of the juice, and to more or less tease him.
“Jeez, I swear all that computer time you have if turning you into one.”
Passing Ralph she walked down the hall and passed her little brothers room to hers.
She left her door cracked as she turned on the small radio in her room, turning it up loud enough to hopefully annoy Ralph.
Soon enough she picked out two of three of her bathing suits which was probably too much but this was why she was trying them on now.

Since her phone was dead she couldn’t send a picture to one of her friends to ask which one looked best so she decided she would ask Ralph instead.
Even though he was her brother, he was still a teenage guy.
 
Ralph was embarassed for being caught staring, but fortunately, Emma only thought he was spacing out. As she left, he turned to follow her, then ducked back into his room. He closed his door for privacy, just as Emma turned up her radio, like she usually did when she was in a playful mood. When Ralph was younger, the noise would have annoyed him, but these days, he could just plug in his headphones and tune her out. Ironically, the headphones were a gift from Emma.

As Ralph settled into his room, his phone went off. It was Rena. She was sending him a provocative picture of herself in the changing room of a clothing store. She was barely wearing any clothes. Ralph stared hungrily at the picture, wondering if it was an invitation, or just another harmless sext. Still, it did make him horny. He reached down into his sweatpants and squeezed his penis.​
 
Emma slipped into the one she thought was the best, a rather small black bikini with in hot pink letters, ‘ＬＯＶＥ ＰＩＮＫ’ on the bottom piece.
She’s done this before, especially if she was going out on a date. Her little brother was no gay best friend but at least he wouldn’t lie.

The straps were skinny and you could tell this bathing suit wasn’t just for swimming.
Checking herself in the mirror she checked the time on her phone before tossing it on her bed and slipping out of her room, the loud music still playing as she did so.
She tapped her creamy thighs lightly as she walked the short distance down the hall to Ralph’s Chamber.
Usually she would knock, this time she figured didn’t matter so she turned the door handle and pushed the door open stepping into his room cautiously before seeing her little brother starring eagerly at something in his hand with his other hand in his…
Dear lord.

She backed up a bit but being his sister this wasn’t the first time she’d caught him with his hand in his pants. For some reason when he was younger, putting his hand in his pants was the same as putting his finger in his nose.
She quickly averted her eyes but stepped in none the less.
“Jeez get your hand out of your pants, what are you eight?” It was more of a tease then and insult.
She wouldn’t of been so bold if it not be that he was her brother, plus she’s caught him doing worse. Not openly of course, and these little encounters seemed to be growing.
She turned in front of him, placing a hand on her hip.
“What do you think? Too small?”
 
Ralph was looking at even more racy photo of Rena - now exposing her left breast as she disrobed - when Emma barged in.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, yanking his hand out of his shorts. "Can't you knock?" He flipped his phone over and set it down. He looked over her outfit, and rolled his eyes. Normally, he thought himself pretty de-sensitized to his sister's outfits. She was always asking him if her increasingly skimpy outfits looked good and stuff; and this swimsuit was no different. But since Ralph was in the middle of looking at sexy pictures, he was still locked in the mindset that any female in a skimpy outfit was a sex symbol. He gazed at Emma's taut tummy, her perfect belly button, and the way her enormous breasts seemed to bulge out of the bikini top that seemed like it was more suited for a girl with smaller boobs than hers.

"Er... It looks just right," he finally said, snapping out of it. "Maybe a little tight across the chest, but no, it looks good..." At that moment, his phone went off again.​
 
Emma rolled her bright hazel eyes, looking herself in his mirror and brushing her chestnut colored hair to one side while with her other hand she fixed one of the straps on her top.
“Too tight?” She murmured with a small pout as his cell phone went off and she fixed her top. Pushing her breasts up like it was slightly difficult to cover every part of it, which eventually failed, not that she minded.

Thinking about how he was looking at his phone with his hand in his pants.
She bit her pink bottom lip and quickly snatched up his phone.
“Who yah’ talking to Ralph?”
She said coyly opening the message with a click of a button.
What she saw, well…
She shouldn’t of been surprised but she was, seeing the dirty picture of some whore with her top off. Who the fuck was sending her little brother nude pictures??
“Wow.”
She stated bluntly holding the phone up.
 
Ralph reached for his phone to protect it, but with the sight of his sister in her skintight swimsuit and with her bulging breasts almost bursting out (not to mention the way she tried to "fix" her top), his reaction time was too slow. He cringed and turned red as she opened his phone. He looked down at the floor in shame and embarassment.

"Just some girl I've been seeing, okay," he said between his teeth. "Look, it's none of your business anyway, so give it back." He wished he could just drop dead right now. He felt so dirty and disgusted with himself, mostly for getting caught by his beloved sister, of all people. His parents had always warned him to think of his sister when they unsuccessfully tried to curb his hormones when he was younger. He now could see why they thought it would work.​
 
Emma narrowed her eyes at the picture before deleting it and looking for any other pictures. She felt a sense of pride, knowing his little friend’s cup size couldn’t of been more then a B maybe C. Plus whatever she was trying on didn’t fit her at all, she was just a teenage little girl looking for attention.

“It‘s my business if it‘s my brother.”
She retorted ready to keep him at bay with her other hand if need be.
Her brother sexted.
She wanted to wag her finger at him, clicking her tongue.
She sifted through the earlier messages, deleting those as well. Then a thought crept into her head and after she deleted them all did she hand him back his cellular device.
“Have you done anything with this girl? Off the phone?”
She crossed her arms below her bust raising an eye brow at him. She noticed the red tint to his face as well as the shame. How could she mad at such a cute face?
 
"Why would you want to know?" asked Ralph. "Besides, it's only Rena. You know, the girl I knew since 1st grade. The one I always used to tease when I was a kid." It was a bit arousing when Emma crossed her arms beneath her massive boobs. They were so much bigger than Rena's, and the tight swimsuit made them even more impossing. But by this time, Ralph's penis had returned to its flacid size, and in his state of mind, it wasn't liable to start growing any time soon. Especially since he often saw Emma emphisizing her enormous bust. "And we weren't doing anything yet anyway. It's only sexting. It's not like you didn't do it too when you were my age."​
 
Emma shot him a glare and acted astonished that he would believe she did such things when she was around his age.
“At least I was out of my preteens before I did anything.” She murmured under breath. Why was he even concerning himself with a girl like that? She’d always thought he would go for a more… well just more.

Emma thought about telling there parents what Ralph was doing, and didn’t even want to think about what he would have been doing if she walked in minutes later. The slight thought of her brother jacking off was repulsive and yet she still imagined how cute he would of looked.
She cleared her throat before turning away from him.
“Whatever, I don‘t want to see your hand down you pants anymore, especially if your looking at something like that Ralph. I expected more out of you.”
She turned on her heals and began walking out.
It was still her role to play big sister, so she had to act like she was disappointed in him when in truth she thought he could do way better than that. She still had yet to know whether she would tell on him to there parents. They’d probably take away his phone after that.
No more naughty pictures for him.
So would that be better? Hmm.
Emma would have to think about this.
 
Ralph sputtered in anger. "You're not my mom!" he cried. He felt like he was a child again, with Emma scolding him and trying to throw her wieght around because she was told to "take care of" him. He wasn't 3 anymore, and he wasn't trying to scale his mother's china cabinet. "Besides, what business is it of yours anyway what I do in my room anyway. I never barge in on you when you're in your room." Of course, his arguments were empty. He really didn't have anything to say to his sister. He knew she was right - she really did love him and was interested in his welfare, and had every right to be disappointed in him. But then he had a point: she wasn't his parent, and what business was it of hers what he did in the privacy of his own room? He was sure she maturbated, and with a body like hers, he doubted she just held hands when she went out on dates. And why was she acting so bitchy about this whole affair anyway?​
 
“And you aren’t my son! Besides even if you did barge into my room I wouldn‘t be caught doing anything I‘m not supposed to!”
The elder sibling argued back turning once she met the door, turning it with an iron grasp.
She now couldn’t tell if she was angry at him in general or the fact that he jacked off to some pre-teen whore.
She gave him one last glare before opening his door and storming out, muttering something along the lines of ‘stupid jerk’ but of course she said it in a less modest way. Not even bothering to shut his door she walked back into her own room, half slamming her door shut.
She should tell there parents, just to piss him off more. She didn’t like being a snitch but he deserved it.
Of course there parents would ask who the girls parents were and would probably alert them getting the bitch in trouble too though.
Such a tough decision.

She turned her music up louder and changed into what she was wearing before throwing her bathing suits in her dresser. She was too damn angry to go swimming now. Plus leaving Ralph alone would just be rewarding him. Not something she wanted to do.
 
Ralph sat glumly on his bed. He felt a little bad for pissing his sister off, but he was still upset at the way she treated him. Stealthily, he reached for his phone.

"SRY", he texted Rena. "Emma needs me. G2G." He began pondering how he might go about getting her back. He knew she had to be not as innocent as she made herself out to be. If only he was a computer nerd, then he could hack into her phone and see just what sort of pictures she sent her boy friends. Then he'd see who should be lecturing who. But alas, about all he could do was stare at the floor, too shaken by his encounter to so much as close his door. More than anything, he didn't like seeing Emma mad.​
 
Emma was still pissed when she heard her phone buzz on her bed and she picked it up, sliding the screen open to see who had texted her.
Her sour mood almost melted away when ironically she got her own private text.
It was from her ex-boyfriend-but-still-friends-with-benefits and in the text he sure mad it clear he was horny and she was his booty call.
Too upset to even think about inviting him over or going to his place she ignored the text and set her pink phone down on her desk, sitting in the rolling office chair and turning her computer on.
She propped her arm up on her desk and laid her chin in her palm as she waited for her computer to start up.
Her desktop popped up and she immediately went online to check one of her favorite sites to check if she could find that girl Ralph sexted.
The site was called ‘DirtyShame.com’ and it was a site to gossip and post pictures of sluts doing dirty things.
Ralph had said her name was Rena, so she looked that name up and to no avail found any pictures resembling the girl she saw on her little brothers phone.
She went back to the main page and scrolled down looked at random posts about ‘bitches’ and ‘whores’ This place was a good place to vent.
The more she scrolled the more bored she got, this is until she happened to scroll past a rather… familiar picture of someone.
That someone being herself.
Who in the picture was bending over, letting a guy look at her ass while another poured liquor into her mouth and down her chest where she was wearing a perfectly low cut white shirt; which seeing was wet gave a good view of her black bra underneath.
Her jaw practically dropped as she rushed to find who had wrote the blog and posted that picture of her. The username was unknown to her and she felt like punching someone. Partially herself for lecturing Ralph not to sext and all though in the picture she’s not naked, its still provocative.
 
Ralph eventually shuffled over to the kitchen, feeling too guilty and nervious to enjoy the remainder of his Saturday. He went straight for a bag of chips and started stuffing them into his mouth. He considered grabbing a soda too, but held off that. He could really use a stiff drink. He wondered if he could convince Emma to share one with him - or at the very least get some beer for them to share without thier parents' knowledge, but with the mood she was in, he doubted she'd be too receptive to that idea. Besides, he just wanted to eat right now, he was so bored and jumpy.​
 
After catching Ralph with his hand in his pants, and seeing what he was doing it was only inevitable to start picturing her little brother jerking himself off.
Sure she knew any teenage boy did it, nevertheless did she expect her younger brother to actually sext and do it though.
Yes she did it, but she was an adult and wasn’t going to admit that she even used to before that.
For him to do it though was a whole different game, he wasn’t an adult and wasn’t sexting illegal? For underage kids of course?
She tried to think of ways to black mail him. If he didn’t want her to show there parents he’d certainly come asking, or maybe he just thought of her too nice to actually snitch on him.
Either way she was still on edge whether or not to.

She chewed her bottom lip, rolling herself back and forth with her feet absentmindedly. If he did stuff like that on his phone she wondered what he did on his computer. It would be easy to look up his history, the hard part would be getting in his room and checking his computer without him knowing.
 
Ralph wandered back to his room, and plopped himself down on his bed. He glanced over at his computer. For a moment, a wave of paranoia hit him. Then it passed. He was good about clearing his history, and deleting the cookies, and he'd made sure to hide the folder where he hid his porn under an unassuming name in an obscure directory. He didn't think anyone would know where to find them. He glanced over at his sister's door, wondering what she was up to, especially if she was still mad at him. It was a childish notion, but he really couldn't relax knowing there was bad blood between him and his beloved sister. Yet he was too afraid she was still pissed off to go bother her. He knew when she got into her "moods".​
 
Standing, the brunette looked around. Drumming her fingers on the desk and pursing her lips before her phone buzzed again.
Picking it up she saw it was a text from her mother telling her to go pick up some eggs and bread from the store down the street.
Of course she could of just driven there and easily picked the stuff up… Or she could make Ralph do it.
That would get him out of the house and free access to his computer.
Now as jolly as she could be she texted her mother back typing a simple ‘K’.
Stuffing her phone in her back pocket she opened her door and could of skipped down the hall if not she remembered she was supposed to be mad at him.
Stopping outside his door this time she gave three knocks as a warning before opening the door though she high doubted he would be doing anything after that.
She gave him a distasteful look that probably told him she couldn’t care less about anything.
“Mom told me to tell you to go to the store and pick up some bread and eggs. Moneys on the counter.”
If he disagreed she’d simply pull up his little texts as blackmail. Who would there mom believe anyway? A teenage boy or a grown woman?
 
Ralph looked up and cringed at his sister. She was still mad. When she was younger, her bouts of anger didn't last nearly as long, and she'd be playing with him, teasing him, and wrestling him minutes later, as though nothing had happened. Then she hit puberty, and her moods became more pronounced. When she got this mad, it was best to stay out of her way. That way, she'd feel better sooner, and go back to being the cool big sister instead of a bitch.

"Right," he told her. "Anything else?" As he went to get his shoes on, he thought about his computer. For a moment, he regretted not going on and double-checking to make sure he'd deleted the Temporary Internet Files, just in case there was something the browser's privacy settings didn't detect; and not transfering the downloads he did have to one of his secret flash drives he had stashed around his room. But his sister wouldn't be a threat. She'd probably go screw around doing what girls her age did when they were home alone. He felt secure in the knowlege his stuff was safe.​
 
“Nope.” Emma didn’t even look at him, instead she looked at her nails and twirled a strand of her brown hair between two of her fingers,
She leaned against his door way before thinking this was probably too obvious as if she was waiting for him to leave the room and the second she did so she would pounce into his room.

She pushed herself off of the doorway and down the hall towards the kitchen to take a drink of her glass of water. There was a Ten dollar bill on the counter for Ralph and obviously she had missed it earlier or else she would of wondered what it was for.
She moved into the living room before Ralph entered the Kitchen to act as if she was avoiding him.
She sat down into the living room, turning the T.V on so he wouldn’t suspect anything of her.
 
Ralph sighed and shuffled over to the kitchen. He found the money on the counter underneath a sticky note. He took it, and passed his sister on the couch.

"I'll be back in a bit," he notified her. His voice was soft and dejected. He really didn't like leaving her angry with him. He really looked up to her and thought highly of her, and her criticism of him - no matter what he said to her - really stung. He slipped out of the house and headed down to the store.​
 
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