A Brother's Return (Tyr & Emaira_Marrok78)

[Tyr]

Travis was only in his mid-twenties, and he’d seen a lot of shit, and really not any of the good kind. Yeah he’d been born to respectable parents who tried their best to raise him to be a decent and upstanding guy, and though it wasn’t directly their fault, they’d failed, or more specifically he had. His story wasn’t really unique or special, as he enjoyed his first cigarette by twelve and weed by thirteen, and was having sex by fifteen. Oh his parents kept saying he was special, and that he was going to do great things, but the reality was far different. It wasn’t that he was stupid, or even of average intelligence he wasn’t. The problem was he saw how much easier it was and fun if he did all the things his parents told him not to. Why study, when you could copy the homework, or even just cheat on the test. Why work or take a part time job, when it was easier to do other things. By the time he was thirteen or fourteen hanging out with on street corners, he got asked to be a lookout, usually for a drug deal or on occasion some whore. All of these paid far better than working, took far less time and were far more exciting. It was obvious to him, that people were idiots, like his father, that worked all day and even longer, and still only brought home a pittance of what these guys did.

So look out, turned into runner, turned into minor dealer. Luckily for Travis, when he screwed up or did get caught as he was still young, he was only a juvenile and got a slap on the wrist and left back into his parents’ custody, or worse a month or so in juvenile hall. His parents in their nativity thought he’d see the light of his way, and realize that he was a good kid, and could make something of himself. Travis just nodded his head and apologized, full well knowing it was complete bullshit, and he had several thousand dollars in cash, probably more than his father did in his banking account. All he really knew was he had to get smarter. So he tried various nefarious activates, trying to figure out which made the most for the least risk. Copied credit cards, trip and fall accidents, and even a little bit of pimping. Overall his preference was for running bitches, pimping their asses out, as he didn’t have to do shit and really didn’t stand much risk of getting caught. Still shit happens and he got busted, helping a bud move some merchandise, and holding several ounces when the cops nailed his friend in a sting. So he ended up doing five to ten, because of his priors, and now was finally released.

With little in the way of immediate options or any real money, he of course took his parents up on the offer to stay for awhile, and decided to crash at home, till he could make contact with his friends, and maybe even find a bitch or two to turn tricks. With nothing else in prison but fucking time, he was buffed out, and looking even tougher than he did before, his boyish charms were now replaced with a more hardened tough guy exterior, the pen did that kind of thing. Standing over six foot, Travis looks a few years old than he was, his tattoos making him even seen harsher. Both his parents were gone so the house was his, so he was cracking a beer, sitting on the couch trying to find something decent to watch, to pass the fucking time.

 

[SweetTempation]

Stacey stood outside her house..Just standing there staring at it. Knowing that her no good older brother was probably going to be inside. No doubt sitting on his ass and smoking weed or something just as disgusting and illegal. The 16 year old hadn't seen her big brother in ten years. Refusing to go to with her parents to the state prison to visit him. And now she is stuck with him for an entire week while her parents go to some couples resort to work on their marriage.

“ This sucks”

She complains to herself still looking at the house. Her next Door neighbor waved to her as he walked to her car and she smiled and waved back before taking a deep breath and heading up the walk way to the front door. Stacey looked over her shoulder and sure enough the neighbor was still sitting in his car watching her.

He had given her the creeps since she was 13 and had started developing. Now at 16 she was something of a knock out. Standing a whopping 5 foot 3 inches ( she so wished she could be taller with long sexy legs like the models on the covers of the mags she reads ) with rounded his that curved into a tiny waist and large D cup breasts. Thankfully they where perky and she could still go with out a bra if she wanted. Her Auburn hair reaching her hips and usually braided. Was her crowning glory.
Stopping at the front door her Grey eyes narrowed into little slits.

“ GOD this sucks “

she whispers to herself again before pushing to door open and walking in. Not bothering to call out to her brother she makes her way into the kitchen where she slings her full book bag onto the table. A week off school and she figured she might as well do some studying since she was on babysitting detail and unable to do anything that was actually fun. Stacey is the perfect student. A honor role since she was in third grade. And NEVER missed a day even if it meant going to school with the flu and a 102 temp. She rarely gave her parents reason to worry. As she had no time for dating or boys and rarely ever went out with her friends. Unlike her disputable older brother who couldn't seem to stay out of trouble for anything.

Wiping her small hands on her slightly tighter than necessary jeans Stacey tells herself to stop being a baby and goes in search of her brother. Finding him in the TV room and immediately noticing the smell of beer in the room she narrows her eyes and looks at him. Her hip cocked and arms under her breasts.

“ what do you think your doing? It's barely 4 in the afternoon shouldn't you be.. oh I don't know.. looking for a job instead of saaaay..sitting on our couch drinking all of dads beer?”

Wow she thinks. I almost sound brave...considering the very sight of him makes her want to run for the nearest safe room and lock herself inside. She didn't know what she had expected but it wasn't for a hulking tattooed giant to be sitting in her families TV room. Stealing herself she watches him.. half expecting him to get up scream “ hulk mad” and rip his shirt off before he rips her apart.. Good lord she wanted to run to the safety of her room. But her parents had asked her to keep an eye on things while they where gone and she couldn't do that if she locked herself in her room all week.

 

[Tyr]

At least he was out of prison, if anyone thought that prison was fun or easy, they were insane. The view was the shits, the food was terrible, and the satisfaction you got was from your hand or some dude wanting to ride your ass, just wasn't. Luckily Travis avoided any of that, but he still hadn't had any sweet tight pussy to bury his cock into for way too many years. So not only did he need to get his life back together, but he needed to get laid. Well a beer and some sports would be the only substitute till he got a chance to find some of his old buds and hook up with a bitch.

Now with his parents gone, he was supposed to be looking after his kid sister, who he hadn’t seen in years. The little snotty bitch had been nothing but a young, nosy brat, when he’d been put away. And probably as his parents didn’t seem to see prison as a good thing, he hadn’t seen her the entire time he was gone. Now he hadn’t given much thought, actually none at all as to how she would look now, his entire train of thought had been on getting out and getting on with his life. Staying here was nothing more than a convenient inconvenience. The kid was going to find out he was the most lenient babysitter, if she kept out of his way, he’d keep out of hers. Hopefully the brat had something to do, or maybe he’d send her to a movie or something once he got some bitch he knew over here that would spread her legs for him. Man did he needed to get laid, it was just that simple.

So Travis titled back the beer, hearing what he figured was his sister come in through the door. Lounging on the couch with nothing more than a set of old blue jeans, and with his shirt discarded given the warm weather. Finally free of prison and all its hassles, what does he hear, but someone confronting him about what he was doing. Telling him what he could and couldn't do. Travis’ head snaps around as he hears the sarcastic remark, and that it was his young sister, did nothing to tone down his own response.

What’s you’re fucking problem, you ain’t my ball and chain, and even if you were, it’s none of your god damn business!

Now having said it, and now looking at what was saying it, he caught a nice view of his younger sister. Now any normal guy would have thought, how nice, lovely, or grown up their sister had become, but Travis’ thoughts were quite different. So as his eyes took in her young nubile form, his mind thought what a rack, what a piece of ass, fuck!

 

[SweetTempation]

Stacey nearly jumped out of her skin as she watched her brother;'s head snap around and seen the angry look in his eyes. She wasn't sure it was such a wise idea to start ragging on him after all. He was even scarier than she had first thought. Hiding her trembling hands under her arms as she stands there with arms crossed under her breasts listening to him. She does her very best took look unmoved by his outburst.

When he is done and sitting silently looking at her she recognizes the look in his eyes. Its the same look that the neighbor gives her when ever he see's her alone. Choosing to ignore the look for the moment. She points her finger at her chest and snaps right back at him.

“ Its my business when im the one stuck with you while mom and dad are away. Gawd!!! Why can't I have a NORMAL brother?!”

Turning on her heal she stomps out of the room and into the kitchen where she grabs a drink from the fridge and plops down at the table. Her legs crossed and her foot jiggling rapidly in her agitation.
She could kill her parents for letting him come live here and then vanishing as soon as he actually arrives. This sucked in so many ways she couldn't even begin to name them all. Stacey thought of all the fun things she could be off doing instead of sitting here with an ex con older brother who was a total jerk face. The list was endless.. Hanging out at the dump on trash day was one step above hanging around here with HIM.

“ I need to relax” she mumbles as she gets up from the table. Going into her room she changes from her school clothes into a two piece bikini that she had gotten a couple of weeks ago. Bright pink with black bows. She loved it. And it looked amazing on her. Grabbing a towel from the hall closet she goes out the back door slamming it behind her. Throwing her towel over a lounge chair she half runs to the deepest part of the pool and dives in. The cold water swallowing her as she slips beneath the water. Already starting to feel better she comes up and floats around on her back. Looking up at the sky and imagining she was on some exotic island all alone. The sound of the neighborhood muffled beneath the water as she floats around listening to the sound of her own breathing and the thud thud of her heart beating steadily.

 

[Tyr]

Travis watched his hot little sister fume off clearly pissed off at him. Now some compassionate and caring brother might have followed after her apologizing for his poor behavior and treatment of her, but Travis really didn’t give a shit about her feelings and what she thought. She was just the family’s spoiled little bitch, daddy’s fucking princess, that kind of crap. It was about time she learns about the birds and bees, and not turning into some little fucking cocktease, that she was or wasn't he really didn't care. Did she put out? The cock in his pants stirred thinking about some guy breaking her in, and filling her cunt full of a load of cream. Still as he considered various guys using his sister, and then even himself, he sat there drinking his beer relaxing, not in any way bothered that such depraved thoughts filled his mind. He'd thought of worse shit in prison.

The only indication that his sister was around, was the slamming of the rear door as she exited the house to the backyard. Now the back yard didn’t hold much of interest these days for either of them as it had when they were younger, the only thing out there now was the pool. Muting the volume briefly, he hears the telltale splash of water, and knows his sister has gone for a swim. A devilish grin comes across his face, as he decides there is something far more fun to watch then the game on television. So he just turns it off, leaves his empty beer bottle on the coffee table, and heads to the kitchen to get another, on his way to the backyard. With arrogant confidence, he saunters out to the backyard, his muscular frame moving with a grace as he opens and closes the rear door. Floating in the pool, and protruding from the water, wasn’t the little sister he’d grown up with, but a ripe and ready piece of fuckmeat. The cool water having done nothing but emphasize those excellent set of gravity defying flotation devices that was attached to her. He didn’t do anything but stand and stare, admiring the view as it had been a long time since he’d seen see a sexy young woman in the flesh.