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The Forbidden Kind of Attraction (Frogger and RaidenTheRipper)

Frogger

Frogger

Pulsar
Joined
Jun 10, 2012
Location
Out Of This World
Kristina hated mornings. Absolutely, positively...despised mornings.

One glassy eye reluctantly came open, only for it to glare at the alarm clock with undisguised loathing. Its insistent beeping continued, though that was quickly remedied when her hand knocked the device across the room. The bang, and dying cry it made, followed soon after. It was definitely broken, never to wake up another soul from the realm of dreams.

“Nn…” Another groan rumbling in her throat, she sat up, arms raising high above her head in a languid stretch. Once that was taken care of, dark brown eyes went on to glance at the other bed in the room. The covers shifted, but the occupant didn’t rise to the occasion. “Brother. We need to get up, or else we’ll be late to class…again. Do you really want Mr. Sims to have an aneurism just from yelling at us?” An English professor close to having a midlife crisis, the man probably hated both twins from deep down, where his heart was supposed to be. It wasn’t uncommon for colorful language to start flying once opportunity fell into his lap. Fat cheeks angry red, brown toupee bouncing about, it was a pretty funny show.

Kristina slid out of bed, sheets crumpling to the floor in a tangled pile at her feet. “Come on… I’ll cook us breakfast, if you hurry and take a shower. I can make your favorite~” The bribe dangling from its hook, just waiting for a certain person to take such bait, temptation came knocking. It helped that she was a fabulous cook, under no uncertain terms.

At the rather feminine height of four foot nine, there was no denying the young woman’s natural beauty. Her hair was the richest black, cut in layers about her shoulders and ears, so it appeared to be wild. Even those dark brown eyes were quite extraordinary, a deep, mesmerizing color with a ring of gold around each pupil. Her figure slim yet willowy, it was nothing but a pleasure to look upon her. With her caramel skin, she could have easily become a model, if that is what she wanted. For pajamas she had on blue shorts and a white tank top, which at that very moment, gave one splendid view. A small burn mark was on her left hand.

“That’s it.” Kristina bent down, hands planted firmly on the lump still hiding. The delicate pair administered several rough shakes, but to no avail. Her knees came to rest on his bed. “You better get up, or I’m coming to…um…” Words trailing off, she searched for a good threat
 
The male grunts quietly, too tired to really even think about moving to deal with the alarm. His sister's hand quickly remedies the problem, and he buries his head deeper into the pillow, muttering something obscene, and refusing to even move. "Too early." he growls into it, red-rimmed brown eyes gleaming from his position on the bed, half hiding himself, nothing more than a shock of pitch-black hair and those tired eyes visible.

"Coming to what?" he asks, voice half-teasing. The offer of breakfast was nearly enough temptation to get him out of bed, but now... With a muffled roar, he rises up, and the blankets engulf his sister, wrapping her up in softness, before he rises, and then tosses her back onto the bed, stretching out, himself. He grimaces, rubbing at his neck, and looks down at her, offering a quick grin. "You alright, Kris?" he asks, leaning down and planting his hands on the edge of the bed. A strong face, with a square chin, not quite as attractive as it could be... but just enough shy of perfection to make it that much better, and touched with just a bit of stubble, enough to make the slightest brush of his face rough, but not unpleasantly so, all atop a muscular, but not overly toned body, fit without being ostentatious.

"You were saying?" he asks, patting her head, and then moving for the shower, scooping up a change of clothes as he walks. "Better make good on your promise, Kris."
 
“Not cool, bro. Not cool at all.” Kristina’s brown eyes glittered from the tangle of sheets, her black hair a messy halo about her head. “Was that really necessary? I mean, come on.” With a groan she raised up, one hand going through the tresses to fix what has been done. Because of this position…the white tank top she wore outlined every curve of her body, and did so quite proudly. A few curly tendrils fell to rest right above a breast. “You can act a little more your age…or is that too difficult for you? Hm?” A devious smile on her lips, she swung her legs over the edge of his bed, sheets tumbling to the floor in one big ball.

After yawning one more time, which soon gave way to another, Kristina began heading into the kitchen. “Okay… What do you want this morning? Your favorite changes every day, so I can’t fathom what you’re in the mood for…” The light was pleasant…though rather unwelcome, given how she wanted to sleep in longer. The small kitchen area made do, what with having a small island in the middle and such, but there could be more space. A few pans hung off hooks on the walls, while the rest were out of sight in cabinets. “Mm…It feels like it’s going to be a good day…” Her brown eyes closed, the young woman just stood there, enjoying the sunshine pouring in through the nearest window. “At least, I hope it will be. We’ll never know…until you get your butt moving. You drive, remember?”
 
"Absolutely necessary." Jakob says, in a tone of mock severity, his eyes flicking across her body, drinking in each and every curve of her flesh, as he's done for years, admiring her and imagining her when he's with anyone else.
"And hey, I'm acting my age. I just usually act more mature." the male points out, tapping her chest lightly with a finger, before he heads to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let it warm up. "I think... Eh, eggs and bacon, maybe? Not too hard to do, even for someone like me." he says, poking his head from the bathroom, and tossing his boxers, the only thing he ever sleeps in, into the laundry basket, the majority of him hidden behind the door. "Sound manageable, oh dark mistress of the breakfast table?"
 
Kristina shot him a glare. “Of course it sounds manageable, Mr. Lazy Bones. Anyone with half a brain cell can make eggs and bacon… “ Her words trailed off, her glare turning into surprise once she realized his state of dress…or rather…lack thereof. Dark red began to crawl along her lovely features. “Um, you go take your shower… Breakfast will be done when I feel like…you know…making it.” Wavy threads of rich black fell down to outline a cheek’s curve. Embarrassment –mixed with a hint of something else- barely could be seen in those brown eyes.

“Okay, now… Shoo. Bye-bye, now. See ya in a few.” Kristina quickly hid that blush and embarrassment behind a thick veil of hair. To distract herself, she went ahead and took out a few pans to cook in. Why did I react with a blush…and towards my own brother? We’re related by blood… I shouldn’t be feeling this way… It’s just…not okay… A frown pulling at her lips, confusion swirling within those eyes this time, her hands began cooking without any contribution from her mind. It wasn’t long before the delicious aroma, not to mention the sizzle, of bacon filled the apartment. “Mm…Smells amazing…” she whispered, smiling instead of frowning at this point.
 
Jakob chuckles at her, catching the faint flush on her cheeks, and feeling one crop up on his own- not embarrassment, but, rather, the sheer fact that she's reacting to him.
He moves off, quickly, and hides himself in the shower, banging his head lightly against the wall and breathing hard, his eyes closing. His sister. His lovely, beautiful sister, looking at him with hunger just barely peeking from within her... and it makes him ache, the mere thought.
Twisting the water down to cold, he manages to tear himself from the shower relatively soon, putting on jeans and a t-shirt before he moves out to the kitchen, leaning down and kissing her cheek. "Thanks for cooking, Kris." he murmurs, patting her shoulder before scooping up some food for himself, and settling down with a grin.
 
“No problem, Jakob. I mean…this is my breakfast too.” Kristina flashed her brother a cheeky grin, eyes bright and mischievous. A few strands of rich black fell against her cheek, the ends ending just underneath the curve of her jaw. The tank top she had on went tight across her small, yet amble breasts when she stretched her back, hard nipples poking out through white. “Oh… Did you sleep good last night? I know I did, after reading a few chapters of my book. I love how utterly boring textbooks can be.” Laughter came to dance in the following silence after her words.

Kristina sat down once she scooped up some eggs and bacon for herself. Those brown eyes, ringed with gold around the pupils, once again rose up to meet his. Her lips curved into a lovely smile, one unique and entirely her own. “What? I don’t like reading those textbooks…but I know I have to. So…I read them to sleep better. Is that a crime…?” Her eyes dropped down to his rising fork, which had eggs dripping off each side. With a grin she leaned forward, giving him a great view of her breasts while she stole a bite.
 
Jakob grins at her, and stretches a bit, offering the food off his fork without any sort of resistance, a grin tweaking his lips. His eyes flicker down, drinking in the sight of her cleavage, enjoying the brief fantasies that move through his brain, and then he shrugs. "I wouldn't say it's a crime, but you should actually try to read, Kris. Can't always rely on luck." he teases.

He takes another bite of his food, and smiles lightly. "And yeah. I slept pretty well." After he relieved his constant problem, that was. Half an hour thinking of her before he can finally relax. Enjoyable, but nothing compared to what his mind taunts him with. "Any plans for this weekend, Kris? Or just more 'studying' and sleep?"
 
Kristina sent a smoldering glare his way. “I do try to read, thank you! Just…most of the time it makes me fall asleep. It’s not my fault the material is so boring!” Her lips in a cute pout, there was a few bits and pieces of egg lingering on those pink pair. After a minute or so, she cleaned her lips by swiping her tongue over them. It was an absent-minded gesture…but a seductive one, none the less. “Besides…I’m doing pretty well in the classes…I just don’t pay much attention during a class. I do all the homework… when I have half a mind to do it. Most of the time I don’t…yet I understand it once I go over the homework… All my grades are good, so ha!” Now poking her tongue out at the young man, she picked up her fork to start eating her own breakfast.

“As for plans…I do have a few, but nothing concrete. I was asked out on a date. To a party, really… I’m still not sure whether or not I’m going though. I don’t know if I want to go with…Drew. He’s a nice enough guy…but…I barely know him. What do you think, Jakob? Should I go with him, or no?” Her dark brown eyes rose to meet his, uncertainty swirling within those depths. “Um…I just…I wouldn’t mind getting to know him better, since he seems nice and all…but I don’t exactly feel comfortable going to a party with him… If I do decide to go…could you go with me? That way…nothing happens to me? You know how people say always watch your drink, stick close to your friends, that sort of thing… I just don’t want anything to happen…”
 
Jakob laughs quietly at her words, returning her glare, and managing to just briefly watch her lips as she so alluringly cleans them. "Yeah, well, good for you." he says, waving a hand and eating another bite, mulling over his thoughts as she speaks. "Well, personally, I think no. He seems a little... off, to me, somehow. Just those feelings, y'know?" he says, waving his hand once more, and shrugging. "But... yeah, I'll go with you, if you want. I'll make sure nothing bad happens, and I'll keep an eye on you. I'm not letting anybody hurt ya, Kris. Promise."
 
“Yeah, I know what you mean… I think that’s why I asked you if you could come in the first place. I want to go out and party, but…I don’t feel comfortable being alone with the guy…” Kristina poked at her eggs with the end of her fork, lips pursed in a frown. “Anyway…Thanks so much for saying yes. Getting out of here will be good for both of us… Lately we’ve been studying out heads off…and that’s not good for our…health. So…thank you!” Her smile back, she jumped out of her seat, throwing her arms around her brother. Now sitting in his lap, with no problems whatsoever, her dark eyes met his. “Now then… we really need to get going… Our class starts here pretty soon…”
 
Jakob nods to her, and gently sets a hand on her shoulder as she hops into his lap, giving her a slight smile... and trying to ignore the fact that his cock is still half-hard, and pressed into her thigh, a fact he had barely noticed before. "I'd be glad to come with ya, Kris." he says, smiling lightly returning her hug. "And... yeah. Time to get going, I guess. You ready to get going then?"
He gently disentangles himself from her, grabbing his wallet and phone swiftly, and tucks them into his pockets.
 
Kristina ran a hand through her messy black locks. "Not quite yet, bro. I still gotta get changed. Unless you think the teacher will be alright with me coming in like this?" With a teasing smile on her lips, she gestured to herself with one hand. The tank top was tight across her breasts, bringing out almost every single little detail, including how her nipples were hard, and the shorts...well, they didn't help the situation. Not to mention with her hair messy like it is...she was positively seductive without meaning to be. After a minute of silence, the young girl hopped up out of her seat and grabbed a rogue shirt off the back of the couch. Immediately her tank top was off, revealing everything that was barely hidden before.

"Sorry about this, but we do need to get going... I know the teacher won't be too happy with us if we're late again. Have you seen my panties or jeans anywhere? I don't want to wear shorts today..."
 
Jakob grins at her as she gets up, and follows suit in just a moment. "Ah, I think he'll like the view, but I think he doesn't need the privilege." he points out, waving a hand and then grimacing quietly... before he notices the breasts bobbing before his face. "Ah. Yeah, it's fine. Um. Panties are probably in your room." he says, keeping his eyes firmly upward, and praying she doesn't notice his morning 'excitement'... which hasn't exactly been lessened by seeing her. "Jeans are probably the same, too." he adds, shrugging, and grateful he's already changed into his own clothes.
 
"Yeah, well... can you grab me some panties? And a pair of jeans? I keep them in the top drawer of my dresser, on the left side. I need them in order to appear decent for class..." Kristina was already pulling down her short shorts, revealing long, slender legs...and the pair of lacy black panties she was wearing underneath. "Pretty please? I need to hurry on to the bathroom, for deodorant and all that... I also have to comb through this mess. So can you do that for me? I'll do you a favor later... Maybe introduce you to a pretty girl? Or anything like that... I'll owe you one. Okay?" Her smile was radiant, and flashed his way in an innocent manner.
 
Her brother looks a bit startled, but nods, his eyes flickering over her body before he turns, moving swiftly, and doing his best to hide his rather painful erection. "Of course. But, ah, I think I've got something else I'd prefer. I'll let you know later, alright?" he calls over his shoulder, rummaging for clothes for her, and then bringing them back as quick as he can.
 
Kristina was already heading towards the bathroom, breasts bouncing while she fought to put on her bra. "Y-Yeah... Okay! Just let me know later, alright? Right now, we really have to hurry!" Once in the bathroom, deodorant was applied, and she began brushing her teeth and combing her hair at the same time. Luckily, she was just one of those people who can multi-task. When Jakob brought her panties and jeans, a smile was given. "Tank oo!" she managed around the toothbrush.
 
Jakob snorts at her state of undress, still fighting his reaction, but bows his head, grabbing his own toothbrush to clean his teeth, and humming beneath his breath as he does, trying not to think of his sister, so completely exposed beside him. "Be quick." he says, once he's done, and pats her shoulder before heading to the door, waiting beside it for her.
 
"Trying to be!" Quickly Kristina spit out the toothpaste-water combination, rinsing out her mouth as she fought to get into her jeans. The denim hugged onto her curves nicely, not leaving anything to the imagination...especially for young, adolescent boys. Once that was done, she went ahead and pulled on her shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. "Almost ready!" she yelled out, snatching up her backpack that hung beside their bedroom door. With a smile she leapt to his side. "Okay...Done!"
 
Jakob grins at her when she finally gets to him, and pats her shoulder. "Let's get going then!" he says, and begins jogging toward their class, lagging just enough to let her have an easy time following him, neither actually having to push themselves, but still moving fairly quickly.
 
Kristina followed her brother through campus, black hair flying out like a flag of war. Pink rose to her cheeks as time passed on. "I'll race ya," she told him, playfully bumping her shoulder into his before taking off...right into a senior. Books tumbled to the ground, groans erupting from two pairs of lips. There was some pain, of course...but it was minimal, not at all warranting any concern. With another groan she opened her brown eyes...only to find herself in the lap of a handsome man, whose eyes were disgruntled. The pink shifted to red instantly. "I-I am so sorry!" she squeaked, struggling to get off him...yet only making things worse, since she tripped and fell back into his lap, her hands on his hips. This time, a different kind of groan left him, one of arousal.
 
Jakob tries to warn his sister, lips parting to call to her... but too late. Swearing, he moves over, and grabs her hand, pulling her swiftly up and out of the senior's lap, shooting him a severe look, and then checking to make sure she's okay, his anger, surprisingly, not just because of him colliding with her... but that he got to feel his sister that way. "C'mon, Kris." he says, quickly picking up the books, and stacking them, then tugging her after him. "He's fine. Just... y'know. A bit dazed. He'll be fine, and we're late." he urges.
 
"I know we're late, but...shouldn't we make sure he's not hurt? I did hit him pretty hard..." Kristina glanced back at the young man, eyes wide and a bit incredulous, the red still painting her cheeks. Feet stumbling due to the tug, she fought to regain her balance. "Um, I'm really sorry... We are running late for class, but, um...My name is Kristina? I didn't mean to run into you..." His dark green eyes met hers, making the girls blush darker. "It's alright... I'll talk to you later," he said, the words more of a promise than anything. "And my name is Brandon... Nice to meet you...even under these circumstances." Biting her lip, she turned back around, hurrying after her brother.
 
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