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Plucking the Ripe Fruit {darkest_fate&Google}

Watching Tempy try to hide the beer was a little amusing, not nearly as funny as some of the other reactions that he had gotten from her not so long ago. Did she really think that she would need to hide some beer from a pizza boy, a guy whose job was about as far down the ladder as it could be, even for a high school student. Hell that same pizza boy tried to hold onto his own paycheck as best as possible for when he was able to score some booze for himself and if given a chance would probably join them for some beer... but Micheal had no intention of just letting some random dumb ass join them while he made his own amusement right then and there, most of it coming from Temperance but Hope also amusing in the way that she reacted to just about everything that he was doing.

Pizza in his mouth, being eaten with gusto, Micheal only took a plate because one was practically being handed to him. Did she really think that he needed a plate or even a fork for some pizza? Hell he only held the plate beneath his meal as he was eating to keep it from dropping to the floor. “Forget the fork and stuff.” He instructed Temperance as he grabbed another slice to go onto his plate before he moved back to the couch where he had been sitting just a little while earlier, stretching out earlier so that he was practically laying on it while he ate, expecting that Tempy would still take a chance to join him rather then sit on the floor or closer to Hope who kept giving her a hard time, the middle child really helping out Micheal without realizing it.

“Hope...” He said after swallowing a bite of the pizza that had been in his mouth, taking a moment to make sure that Temperance wasn't in the room with them just yet. “Look I want to call a truce here, I am looking to have as much fun this summer as you are and really I don't want to get in your way or anything... but I want you to try to be a bit nicer to Tempy, I mean I get the whole older sibling giving the younger a rough time but I don't want to take it too far here.” Playing protective, it might belay any questions she had and of course would keep her on the back foot, showing he was in charge but was trying to play nice with her... he didn't have to but it was easier this way.
 
"Sure thing, Mike, sure," said Tempy, nodding. She moved to get her own food, taking her time extracting the pizza and being as neat as possible. Mike must have picked up some sloppy habits from college. that certainly explained the bag of dirty clothes and stuff. It was just something that Tempy was going to have to get used to. She already knew that she was going to be doing most of the chores, and she was totally okay with that. She kept telling herself that too.

While Tempy finished, Hope and Mike were still in the living room. Hope had opted to start munching on the pizza, proving that the recklessness ran in the family, at least to some degree. She waved a little to Mike as he came in, then sat up as he started talking. Somewhere during his words, she managed to swallow, even while rolling her eyes, and when he was finished, she was quick to respond: "Look, it's not that big of a deal, really. She's used to it. You don't need to baby her or whatever. It's not like you're the parents or something, so just cool your shit. And don't worry about me; I won't take it too far."

With that, Hope went back to setting up the film. She figured a good horror movie was a place to start. The previews were already starting to run as Tempy entered the room. The youngest sibling looked around, trying to figure out where to situate herself, before finally trying to squeeze into the couch. She shifted her rear, trying to clear a space enough for her to perch on the edge, if nothing else. as she looked up, she saw the movie and nearly trembled. Horror movies always made her jump, though she did have to admit to liking them. After all, who didn't like being scared from time to time?
 
Micheal nodded his head when Hope said that she knew she wouldn't be taking it too far, that she knew better then to take it to far and he certainly hoped she was right about that. He knew that when he was younger he had occasionally given Hope a hard time but for the most part he was older then she was with enough of an age difference between them that he didn't care all that much to just torment her. It was only when she got him into trouble that he went out of his way to ensure that she learned a lesson... a lesson that never stuck but he still loved his younger sister when she was being a pain in his ass. But for the most part he thought that he had been a rather good brother, done his best to make sure that she didn't get herself into any real trouble and had even exposed her to the horror movies that she now enjoyed, starting with the simpler ones but letting her see the better ones when she was a little more mature... even telling her where his copy of the original Texas Chainsaw was hidden when he was at college.

This however wasn't a horror movie that he had seen before, the opening sequence wasn't one that he was familiar with and he suspected that his sisters taste in horror films had remained pristine, rather then descending into the torture porn craze like so many others had done in the past. It seemed that she had remembered the beauty that came from some actual suspense and shocking violence that came without a capacious and unnecessary amount of viscera. He doubted that Temperance would enjoy it as much as her older siblings did though, she had always tried to watch horror movies with them when she was younger only to end up hiding beneath any blankets or peeking out from between her fingers.

Moving slowly Micheal made some room for Temperance on the couch, a hand on a shoulder encouraging her to lay down so that he would be able to watch the movie from over her own head while she had her back against his still bare chest. Really he was curious about how this movie might bother Temperance, when she was younger she had suffered from some occasional nightmares and more then once ended up in his room, curling up against him in bed for some comfort to help her sleep. It seemed unlikely that a Temperance who was now ten years older would do the same thing in order to remain comforted. Then again he could feel her shaking and thus far the only thing occurring in the movie was a little bit of mood music and a lot of shadows around a handful of people who were clearly being chased by something. Good and suspenseful this far... but in truth it was barely holding Micheal's interest when compared to the much more interesting stimuli so close at hand.
 
The two sisters' tastes in horror films had, for the most part, remained as "pristine" as Mike had figured. It was Hope who always picked out the films, which was likely unsurprising, and since she knew that Tempy was always going to watch them with her, she made certain to veer away from the torturous stuff. While Tempy didn't get nightmares anymore, she still reacted quite strongly to the films, and after she'd vomited thanks to a particular film, Hope had very much elected to go for something a little more traditionally scary, arguing that they were, in fact, "scarier anyway."

Now the older sister was watching the film with a focus that was almost scary. She stared at the screen, letting the booze and food she'd taken in begin to settle. Hope devoured her first batch of the pizza in no time, and was soon scampering off to get more, needing 'fuel for the machine" as she put it. So perhaps it was the buzz that was making it easier for her to simply stare at the screen. Or maybe it was that the film was actually surprisingly good, for a horror film.

Tempy, for her part, was still acutely aware. She'd noticed Mike and shrugged him off at first, "I can't lay down and eat," she protested, sounding a little perturbed at the fact. She took her time eating too, though her eyes remained locked on the screen. She couldn't help trembling, and when the villain finally popped out for a jump scare, Tempy nearly lost her plate of food. She yelped and had to scramble to pick it up. Surprisingly, Hope only looked at her and smiled instead of outright laughing and saying anything. Tempy, blushing, set aside her food, "I'm full anyway,' she insisted, before laying down to cuddle against her brother. She'd definitely feel safer with his arms around him. Definitely.
 
Tempy protests weren't ignored though Micheal was tempted to do so, he was perfectly capably of laying back and eating as well as pouring beer down his throat, something which he was more then happy to do, good food and good beer were often in short supply in college life and even the pizza from his home town was much better then the pizza available in his college town. Laying back he was enjoying the movie, it wasn't the best horror movie he ever saw (A distinction that belonged to In The Mouth Of Madness) but it was entertaining enough and there was something being set of for a twist, he didn't know what the twist was going to be but if the twist was as good as the rest of the writing in the film then he would enjoy it quite a bit.

Still seeing Tempy jump practically off the couch and seeing the pizza nearly end up on the floor did get a chuckle from him for a moment or two, not quite full blown laughter that would probably insult her but enough to show that he was amused by it. In truth he had even been caught a little off guard by the jump scare moment, pleasing that it hadn't been as easy to see coming as most Jump Scares were in this day and age, there had been build up, tension... and when what seemed like a let down only for the scare to occur out of no where. Still the jump had provided more then just a moment of amusement for him as Temperance settled down onto the couch properly, Micheal's arm moving our to lay beneath her and more easily hold her against him, one hand lightly splayed over her stomach and the other resting on her hip, both in a place that was perfectly safe and would be hard to see as dirty but it was also there to allow him to move her body a little bit, pulling her back against him.

And of course he did just that, squeezing her tight against him and even pressing harder into her, before his cock had only been half erect but now it was fully engorged, long and thick it would be easy to fill land leave her without a doubt at just how... gifted her older brother was. Still awake though his eyes slowly closed, he would feign sleep for now, let his sisters assume that he was tired from the long day of driving and was crashing out, anything he did then so long as he kept his actions subtle could be blamed on his unconscious state and the natural way that his body would react to having someone so close at hand. He even put in the extra little bit of work, his head shifting around and pressing against the back of her neck a moment, his breathing deep enough to almost be considered snoring to anyone who might be paying attention to it.
 
Tempy settled in, and actually smiled as Mike put an arm around her. She'd kind of wanted him to cuddle with her, especially considering what they were watching, but she also hadn't really wanted to ask him, since that would both be weird and give something for Hope to tease them about (not that the sharp-tongued middle child needed much of anything). She scooted back as he pulled, her small, cloth-covered rear nearly grinding back against him. All innocent, at least on Tempy's part, as she was just trying to get comfortable and relaxed against her big bro.

Less innocent was what she felt prodding her. There was another brief moment when Tempy wondered if there was something in the couch before her mind returned to what it had concluded last time: big bro was big in a more than one way. Her eyes widened for a moment as she felt just how very big he was; pressed against her petite frame, he felt downright mammoth. However, Tempy decided it was best to just ignore it for now. Move on.

It didn't seem to matter anyway, as Mike was obviously drifting off to sleep. Tempy shifted, moving to try and pull her long curls away from him, so as not to suffocate or whatever. the movement was likely to let a waft of her vanilla scented shampoo drift back to her brother; in fact, Tempy pretty well smelled like vanilla through and through. Vanilla and young girl, the latter being a scent recognizable only to the connoisseur. after the initial shifting, Tempy really didn't pay attention to big brother Mike. Except for when yet another scary scene appeared, during which he proved to be remarkably sheltering as Tempy pinched her eyes shut and burrowed, the movement disturbing her glasses ever so slightly.
 
She might not have much in the tits department but Temperance had an ass that Micheal was looking forward to spreading wide and plowing until tears ran down her face. The more she settled back against him the more vividly he could picture the moment. In his mind he had her legs around his head, aggressively eating her ass while she choked and slobbered around his cock which he forced her to take into her throat until her face turned red and her eyes rolled back. Then, once he was satisfied that she had done a good job covering his cock in her saliva he would toss her onto the bed, pull her ass up and then spearing it with a single thrust, heedless for any pain that she experienced as he fucked her until she lost the strength to even scream her pain and only then would he stuff her cunt with his fingers, and twist them in and out of her until her body was wracked with as much pleasure as it was pain. She wouldn't be the first to receive such treatment but she would be the youngest... not by very much though. Two years before he had started seeing, not quite dating but more of an arranged fucking on a regular basis with the trappings of a relationship, a sixteen year old girl from a local high school who had wanted an easy way to attend parties.

The thought of that girl, the way that he had quickly broken her of almost free will that she might have possessed before she had become involved with him. She hadn't quite been a virgin but he had shown her things that she hadn't been able to imagine at all and before long she would do anything that he had asked just to feel him inside of her, giving her pleasure that no one else had been able too. He had made her do things that would make a porn star blush and it had in fact been her who had given him that rim job just the day before, in the hopes that he might take her with him when he left... she was entirely obsessed with him and ranted on and on about how no one else had ever been able to satisfy her like he had. In the end he had left her there without a second thought, she had talent after all but the ability to debase herself for his amusement was hardly enough to make him want to keep her around for long... he could given time turn any young lady into that and right now he had laid eyes on Temperance.

These memories though, combined with the rather enticing smell coming off of Tempy, one that he did recognize as a mix of delicate vanilla with a delicate undercurrent of young lady on the cusp of womanhood. Even though he was acting as though asleep he was unable to help but grin, pulling her back against him harder as a little shifting ground his hard cock against the shapely rear he was looking forward to fucking.

Then, from the TV a noise like... well like a dozen college students being brutally murdered which caused Temperance to turn where she lay and press against him harder, in fact he could feel her face pressing into his chest and the hand on her hip... slipped a little bit until it was lightly cupping her rear, moving almost unnoticeable as he got a feel for it, grunting the occasional word to carry on the illusion of trouble sleep. After all, if they figured out he was awake then the game would be up far too soon for his liking, perhaps later he would offer to pay Temperance back for the back rub with one for her.
 
Naturally innocent Tempy hadn't the foggiest idea of what her brother had planned for her delicious little body. As far as she was concerned, her brother was there to fulfill his old role. He'd protect and comfort her. He'd be everything he'd always been. Sure, he might be older now, and he apparently had issues with his cock, but that didn't mean anything had to change.

It wasn't as if Tempy had any experience or knowledge in that field. Hope was the one who had the boyfriends; Hope was the one who'd squirmed in the back of a car while a boy fumbled his way through anatomy; Hope had been the one to cry out in joy with the sensations of an orgasm brought on by someone other than herself; it had even been Hope that had clued in poor Tempy on what little she did know. Which was probably why she didn't mind that her brother was essentially "hot-dogging" her cute little rear right about now.

She simply curled into him, seeking his protection. When his hand moved, Tempy assumed that he was being protective yet again. She could feel where it was heading, and was slightly surprised to find him again playing with her butt. He seemed to cup it, but surely it was just him moving. Besides, Tempy was still too wrapped up in the film and what was happening. as soon as the murdered scene let up, Tempy curled back out, her eyes again locking on the screen, the dark scenes reflected in her glasses.

Per norm for these films, a sex scene was beginning to unfold. A handful of the students, having escaped with their lives, had broken off. A pair was now enjoying one another in a very personal manner. Within seconds it became quite apparent that Hope had picked up the unrated version. The older girl shifted slightly, and Tempy thought she caught her sister glancing at her.

Since her brother was sleeping and her youngest sister was enthralled, Hope figured she could do a little touching. Nothing much, just absently running her hand down the front of her own cotton shorts. The cold beer pressed against her chest, serving to cool her off and tease her at the same time. The film was hot, way hotter than Hope had even expected. She wouldn't have exposed Tempy and Mike to it if she knew...
 
The sounds of murder came to and end, Micheal was suspecting that it was a lull in the action of the film which meant only a handful of things in the horror movie. IT was entirely possible that the killer in the film was about to go into a long monolog explaining why he felt the need to slaughter a massive number of co-eds in a gruesome fashion, someone else was about to monolog about that same topic... or there was about to be a poorly choreographed sex scene between two people with very little chemistry where the only thing they needed to get their parts was a great pair of tits, the ability to scream, and look angry before being stabbed between the two of them. Still he was mildly curious about this one, if only to see the train wreck that his sisters would be seeing on the screen, so he opened his eyes just enough to be able to see things but not let anyone know that his eyes weren't still shit.

What he saw however shocked him twice over...

First of all there was the mild shock that what he saw on the TV was not total shit, it appeared that Hope had picked up the unrated version of a horror movie that knew how to work in a decent sex scene. Full penetration wasn't being shown but absolutely nothing else was being left to the imagination of the viewer... in fact if Micheal were forced to venture a guess then he would assume that the two on the screen were actually having sex and enjoying it quite a bit, it was hard to fake the sort of enjoyment they were both clearly showing.

But that wasn't what really drew his attention, what really caught him by surprise was a glance over to Hope. For a moment he almost opened his eyes wide in shock but he maintained his composure, in spite of the fact that he was seeing his sister with her hand down the front of her shorts, moving slowly but unmistakable... even if it were just an itch it shouldn't have taken more then a second or two to properly scratch. Now this was an interesting turn, he knew that Hope was the more adventurous of the two girls, the body jewelry that she was sporting a pretty good indicator of that, but to actually start fingering her own cunt in front of her siblings was an entirely different level of unexpected right then and there. Could it be possible that he had another potential conquest beneath his roof, one that might be more receptive then Temperance would likely be at the start but before long he suspected he could have them both coming around to his view of things.

Right now though he wanted to give Tempy a view of what was happening. “Temp...” He whispered softly, his lips hardly moving at all. “Don't move... I mean don't move any more then you need too, and don't say a word... but take a look at what our sister is up too.” He didn't want Temperance to just call Hope out on it right away but if she chose to use the moment to embaress their sister then he wouldn't do anything at all to stop her. Right now because of how she had twisted he had a hand resting on her thigh, squeezing lightly there with just enough pressure to get her attention... getting Hope's attention right now might not work out perfectly... but it was too good an opportunity to pass up.
 
The hot scene turned Hope on more and more. It had been days, weeks, hell, over a month now since she'd last had anyone's hands besides her own upon her. Despite her assurance and confidence, Hope did not bring home as many guys as she would wish. Assertiveness and sex appeal did not always equate a matching mate, and Hope had spent most of her recent time engaging with Mr. Pressure in the shower. This sex scene had been far, far hotter than she'd figured, and it was reminding Hope all too much what she'd been missing. She'd ventured a glance over at her siblings, again confirming their position, before daring to slide a few fingers down her front. Again, Hope moved cautiously, not wanting to reveal anything, but she could help but press her fingers just against her slit. She even had to bite back making her own noises, her hips shifting for a bit.

Hope wasn't the only sibling unaware of the peeping. Tempy's eyes had remained locked on the screen, though her hips had shifted slightly from the motions. She wasn't nearly brazen enough to think of touching or doing anything with herself there. She was, however, seriously considering running off to take a shower, sooner rather than later. For now, she was enthralled by the action on the screen, not believing the detail.

Her brother's whispering distracted Tempy, and she turned slightly, at first not sure he'd even spoke. Then she caught the words "don't move," and she froze. Had he been dealing with his erection or something? Instead, he mentioned Hope, and Tempy frowned, "Why should I care what she's doing?" she asked, keeping her voice low. The youngest sibling twisted slightly to look, and her eyes widened as she caught sight of Hope with her hand down her shorts.

"Oh my God," she whispered, "is she--no way. She must be drunk or--wait," Tempy twisted slightly, trying to look over her shoulder at Mike, "why are you watching her? It's gross! She's our sister."

Their hot sister. With her wild piercings and attitude. The sexually liberated sister that Tempy had always admired. Before she could say or do anything though, the scene ended on stage, almost immediately cutting to the scene of a mutilated body. That was certainly enough to get Hope's hand out of her pants, though it made Tempy squeal and cover her face with her hands, nearly knocking off her glasses in the process.
 
Temperance's reaction to what he had told her was priceless, going from one moment wondering why she should look at Hope in the first place, only to turn into what sounded like a twisted form of fascination. Her reaction to the fact that he had been watching was pretty ironic considering what he was planning on doing to her, the disgust that was there not deterring him in the least. She might be caught off guard by what she was seeing, bothered by the fact that her brother was the one whom had brought it to her attention but in truth none of that really mattered, they had caught their sister rubbing herself to the sex scene of a horror movie, not even being very subtle about it by the fact that she was doing it in the room before them... even if she thought they were distracted and or asleep it was still more daring then he had thought she could be.

“Its strange isn't it?” He asked with a small chuckle, his voice still love and practically into Tempy's ear. “I mean she berates you just a little while ago for being kind enough to help me with a little bit of shoulder and back pain that I was experiencing, and then she has the gall to try to get off while the two of us are in the room. It doesn't matter if I was asleep when she started, it wouldn't matter if we were both asleep... we just caught out sister up to something rather unexpected and I know that you are smart enough to keep this experience to yourself for now... to save it for when she really pushes your buttons so you can throw it into her face.” He didn't want Temperance to interrupt Hope there, but why not let her know just how useful this could be too her the next time Hope pushed her just a little bit too far, let Tempy have herself some leverage should it be necessary.

The dramatic shift in the scene though came unexpectedly, that combined with the noises of shock that his sisters made did make him twitch just a little bit and his eyes shot open as though he was just waking up. Micheal sat up right away, nearly knocking Tempy off the couch before he grabbed her and managed to keep her from falling to the floor. “Shit... did I crash out?” He asked, stretching a little once he was sure that Tempy wasn't going to end up crashing to the floor. “Eight hours on the road must have taken more out of me then I though.” He grinned a little, looking slightly embarrassed to have fallen asleep during the movie.

Slowly he climbed to his feet, looking over to Hope and then back down to Temperance. “I am probably going to just head up to bed for the night girls. If you decide to finish off the six pack then make sure that you recycle the bottles and don't make too big of a mess, and any pizza that is left if mine come morning.”
 
"She's probably just itching or something," tried Tempy. She'd frown and shift, not wanting to dwell on it. Her sister had always been rather... open about her sexuality, as both her siblings knew, but still, this felt like a distinct invasion of privacy. "It's been tough on her lately anyway," Tempy hurriedly whispered, wanting to rise to the defense of her sister. "Her last boyfriend dum--"

Then would come the squealing and the jumping and the attempts to hide. Hope fully shifted and looked over at her siblings, grinning as she saw Tempy's attempt at covering her face. It didn't matter how old the little sister got, she'd still be the baby of the family, obviously. Hope stretched slightly, all ready to keep acting as if nothing was wrong.

For her part, Tempy was just glad that Mike had grabbed her. She turned to give him a harsh look for even sitting up like that. Like he hadn't just been awake and chatting with her mere moments before. Still, it wasn't like he'd dumped her on the floor. Then she'd probably be hitting him, not to mention letting Hope know just what their darling brother had been doing moments before. Oogling his sister and stuff, and then acting like Hope was the weird one.

Still, Tempy shifted to let Mike get up more easily. both girls looked to their brother as he spoke. Hope looked over to where they'd put the booze earlier, as if trying to make a decision one way or another. Tempy mostly just stared at Mike, not quite able to hide the fact that she'd been hoping he'd stick around. She wasn't tired; she wanted to watch the movie. She also wanted her brother to be there. Tempy opened her mouth to say something, but, per usual, Hope cut her off, making her think better about even saying anything.

"Sure thing, bro," said the older sister, saluting her brother. "We'll see you in the morning. I'm definitely going to stay up and watch this," she pointed at the screen. "It's way better than I thought. Tempy?"

Hope turned to look at her sister. Tempy looked at Hope, then at Mike, then nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to stay and watch the movie too. Wait," she sat up a little, blinking, "did you need me to make your bed or anything, Mike? I could do that real quick. I'm sure Hope wouldn't mind pausing the movie...'

Hope even waved her hand generously, the buzzed feeling from the drink making her quite reasonable.
 
Hope had been dumped recently? That was a rather interesting little anecdote that Micheal filed away for later use, however at the same time his inner older brother did feel a little bit of anger upon learning that. Hope might be a little crass compared to what he normally preferred but she was still gorgeous... anyone who dumped her clearly lacked anything even approaching good taste in women. Given time later on he would need to find out who this young man was and have some words with him. He might be a complete and total pervert who had just taken a great deal of amusement in watching Hope try to get herself off while he pressed his cock against their younger sisters ass... but he was also an older brother and that came with instincts that just couldn't be fought no matter what came about. Someone who thought they were too good for Hope just couldn't be tolerated.

He didn't miss the look on Temperance's face before Hope spoke up though, clearly she didn't want him to go too bed just yet but he was more then happy to leave her wanting more, to drag things out for just a little while longer in order to ensure that Temperance might seek him out later on for just a little more company. With any luck she would even stop by his room that night to see him after he had retired to sleep, it would certainly make things a little simpler for him if she came to him rather then having to resort to a visit on her in the shower.

The salute from Hope made him roll his eyes though, at least she wasn't accusing him of being a dictator anymore, but Temperance still seemed eager to serve him just about any way she could. “Thanks for the offer on that one Temperance but I think I can handle making up my own bed.” He said with a small smile and a nod towards the younger of his sisters. Then, just because he wanted to find some way to out do the salute and wave that Hope had given him he gave a theatrical bow, a smirk decorating his lips and a small flourish of his hand completing the movement that was intended to amuse more then anything else.

Then he was on his way through the house and up the stairs, taking his time as he moved towards his room. The beer he had wasn't enough to give him even a slight buzz but that combined with the hometown style pizza and back rub had helped him relax quite a bit and though the night was early factoring all that in with the long day of driving that he had done meant that he was more then ready to lay down for just little bit. Up the familiar stairs he was soon in his room, finding what while his bed had been stripped some sheets had already been left folded on the bed for him. He wasn't ready to bother with properly making it though, instead he just spread the sheets out across it and lay down atop them, closing his eyes but not quite asleep just yet... his pants kicked off leaving him in only a pair of boxers that left nothing to the imagination as he relaxed for a the time being, entertainment would soon present itself he was sure but for the time being he was just imagining the fun he would soon have.
 
At Mike's comment, Hope chuckled, which of course made Tempy blush. The older sister looked like she was about to make another snide comment, but her eyes flicked over to Mike. Remembering what they'd talked about only a short while ago, the girl closed her eyes, instead taking another pull of her beer. It wasn't worth it anyway. Let Tempy keep acting the dutiful daughter role; she was good at it. Just as Hope was good at being the rebellious teenager... sort of.

Tempy waved to her brother as he left, before settling back into the couch. She definitely missed having her brother's protective arms around her. Not so much the whole thing pressing against her butt, though that had definitely been... interesting. Tempy was interested in boys, to be sure, and she might have been interested in Mike, if, you know, he wasn't her brother. Even still, she was seriously considering spending some time with Mr. Pressure herself.

The film kept going, with Tempy often squealing and squeaking to cover herself. Surprisingly, there was no more of Hope reaching down, though she did more than her share of squirming, especially during the next particularly graphic sex scene. At any rate, the film eventually ended, and Tempy immediately bounded up to collect and throw away everything while Hope put away the disc.

Soon enough, the sisters went into the process of getting ready for bed. There was an... added step involved for each of them. Tempy elected to take her extra step in the shower, beating Hope out for the destination. She shucked her cloth shorts and the cutesy girlie panties, dropping them onto the floor. A quick fluff let her red-gold curls bounce about, nearly touching the pert, cute little rear the girl possessed. The t-shirt would shed, as would the bra underneath. Then the cute teen would enter the shower. The sound of the water running would be heard throughout most of the house. Less so were the muffled noises of pleasure that came from Tempy. For she'd just gotten herself wet before directing her little helper southward. The pressured water drummed against her tight little sex, giving her the stimulation she'd been craving. Tempy ground and rotated her hips in the shower, knowing that her body was definitely enjoying what happened. She had to shove a loufa into her mouth to dim the sounds, else her cute little voice would ring throughout the house.

Hope, having been beaten out for the shower, instead opted to work out her feelings in bed. She'd covered herself with a sheet, just to be careful, and made sure her door was locked. Some music on to be extra careful, and on just loud enough to drown on any noise. Then Hope's hand again dived between her legs. She wasted no time in sinking fingers into her sex, stirring it up and playing with the tight hole. A pillow had to go over her face to cover the noises; while she wasn't nearly as vocal as Tempy, Hope was in desperate need for release, and that would make her nearly as loud. Her fingers squished against her, and she knew she'd have to make sure that either she or Tempy did this load of laundry...
 
The rest that Micheal was taking didn't last very long, he knew that the movie would be drawing to and end before all that long, quickly it had been approaching the climax and he could still faintly hear it through the floor of his room which was practically on top of the family room where they watched it. Before all that long it seemed that the movie had come to an end, music playing softly as the survivor or survivors took a deep breath only for that quick jarring note to play when the killed reared its head one last time and the film came to a proper end. Then there would no doubt be the clean up of the movie watching, he could picture it quite accurately in his mind, how it would go down. No doubt Hope would do as little as she could, probably toss away the last bottle that she had been drinking from and maybe put aside the DVD while Temperance did most of the work cleaning up the mess both her siblings had left behind. She had been the same before he left to college, always the one to clear the table of help her older sibling with their chores when they were slacking off. Such a useful little character trait who would help them out... soon put to use in a different way.

He heard the girls come upstairs, heard the door to the bathroom across the hall close, and then the water of the shower turn on. For a moment he considered what he was doing before he heard... well it was hard to put to words quite what it had been. It had been muffled, and nearly entirely covered by the water before it entirely vanished as though suddenly covered up by something... if he hadn't been listening for it Micheal wouldn't have heard it but he had, a sound of pleasure that wasn't meant to be heard by someone else, quickly quashed but from the pitch he was nearly certain that it was Temperance and not Hope who was enjoying a little alone time.

It was a curious thing, he had expected Hope to take advantage of privacy as quickly as he could but instead it seemed that innocent Temperance was the one in need of relief. A smile spread across his face as he got up from the bed, taking a moment to mess his hair up a little more to make it seem as though he had tossed and turned for a bit before making his way from his bedroom towards his bedroom, taking a moment to see that Hope's door was shut tight before he very carefully opened the door, swinging it open on well oiled hinges without even the slightest squeak of noise.

The door closed just as easily and once inside he could hear what he had been hearing earlier, only now it was much more clear, the sound of the shower muffled as the water was directed straight onto flesh and the moans muffled by... something. It was tempting to just make a comment about her needing a hand, such a cheesey little line that would amuse but really wasn't the right line that he wanted to go with, not the proper way to introduce himself into this situation, his younger sister getting creative with a hand held shower head, taking the matter of his arousal into her own hands.

Instead he pushed down his boxers, opening the shower door and slowly stepping in behind Temperance, moving in close behind her and pressing against her back. “Really, a shower head?” He asked her, his voice a deep and dark whisper against her ear. “You would think that you would have at least gotten your hands on a neck massager Temperance, a shower head just can't be doing the job.” Reaching out he moved to take the shower head from her hand, his other hand moving to stroke over her thighs.
 
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