Big Brother is disgusting (Conflict+Yen)

[Conflict Please]

Tags: Incest/Legs/Tsundere/Excessive cum/toys/humiliation/spanking/the look of disapproval.

Plotline: "Mom and Dad always practice til they perfect something". Your sister is perfection on legs as far as anyone else is concerned. A star soccer player who has her own horde of fans. An excellent student. Beautiful. But a complete and total bitch. Still, there is something about the way she glares at you and orders you around like a lowly slave that gives you a never ending boner.

Characters:
Conflict- Meghan/Meg
Age: 17
Height: 5'11
Hair: Coppery blonde. Somewhat short. Keeps it sheered because she's so athletic.

like this except more blonde.
Eyes: Blue-ish green with long dark eyelashes.
Build: Tall. Athletic but feminine. She has a elegantly tomboy look about her and surprisingly big breasts that she hides underneath her clothing. Her legs/ass are pretty much her attracting feature though, she has a deceptively pretty/cute face despite her rotten attitude.
Attitude: To many she would seem the cool/aloof/tomboyish type. She's in truth a tsundere who's main target is her older brother. She loves having her ego stroked -despite the poker face she pulls- and loves making people squirm -particularly her brother-.

 

[Yenpointfive]

"No, she's not here... There's a match today... I dunno, sometime soon probably... Look, if you're such a huge fucking fan why aren't you there instead of calling the house like a fucktard?" Nathan hung up after that last little bit. He wasn't a huge fan of being his sister's secretary but as usual their parents were out of town and every guy in school wanted a chance to chat Meghan up and see if they could get an invitation over. The stupider ones didn't even bother to keep an eye on the soccer season to see when she'd actually be free.

All in all Nathan liked to think he was doing alright. Sure, he'd only reached a height of 5'9" if he wore shoes with some fairly thick soles and he'd wound up with fairly soft features and wide hips. Sure, they looked fantastic on Meghan but on him they just got him beaten up. He had the same green-blue eyes as his little sister but his hair was a lighter shade of blond than hers. Still, you could see the family resemblance if you looked for it. Not that he liked being seen around his sister. Being the short, somewhat feminine boy next to your tall, athletic sister was never good for conversations.

Still, she may have hit the genetic jackpot but at least his parents had passed on something he liked. Given that Meghan ought to be home late after everyone at school was done sucking her cock for winning the match (which he had no doubt she would) he had a little time to play with his. He shut the door to his room and flicked on his computer before slipping his pants down and releasing eight inches of fuckmeat from his boxers. It was hard to make a guy who measured eight inches soft feel self conscious but Meg was a multi-talented little sister. He clicked onto Redtube and quickly found something to his taste involving a pair of cheerleaders before wrapping his hand around little-Nathan, who was growing steadily in response.

 

[Conflict Please]

She was sweaty and she was sore. They had -of course- won the game. It wasn't surprising, she WAS on the team. Instead of heading out for a celebratory meal with the team she had opted to head home instead. She had a killer headache and her mood was worse then usual. Sitting around with a bunch of rowdy people who she had convinced she was the personification of perfection would be difficult when all she wanted to do was strip out of her jersey and walk around in her underwear.

She parked on the curb in front of the house and pulled her duffle bag from the back seat. Stalking her way up the sidewalk she turned the door handle and found it unlocked. That meant Nathan was home at least. Some of her bad mood disappeared with that truth and she felt an inkling of the familiar need to tease and taunt him. She set her bag at the base of the stairs and headed up towards his room an impish smirk tugging at her full and soft lips. Pausing for a moment outside his room she heard the obvious sound of porn, muffled behind the wood door. Jealousy and glee all rolled up into one little ball surged through her veins. Without knocking she swung his door open, entirely too happy to ruin his fap session.

"I'm home. We won. I'm hungry" was all she said. She made sure to shoot him a blank glare, as if she couldn't hear or see the porn playing in the back ground or see his hand wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off to the image of two particularly limber cheerleaders in various stage of undress. Locking eyes with him she gave him the smallest head shake and turned on her heel. "So gross" she noted with acid as she headed back down the stairs, making sure NOT to close his door as she left. Once she hit the bottom of the stairs she nearly burst into a peal of girlish laughter, but stopped because she knew it would conflict with the ice cold image she tried to give herself in front of him.

 

[Yenpointfive]

At full mast not-so-little Nathan was right over a foot in length and thick enough that his fingertip was shy of reaching his thumb when he wrapped his hand around it. When his door burst open he halfway fell out of his seat, quickly scrambling to cover himself up. Naturally she knew how hard that was. Nathan's manhood plain didn't fit into his pants when it was hard. It was sometimes even noticeable when he didn't have a hardon (the fact that his nuts were equally oversized didn't help). "Don't you ever knock?" He groaned as he tugged his shirt down to try to cover himself. Obviously this was getting him nowhere so he just shut off the porn and then went for his pants. By the time he'd gotten anything near dressed she was gone and his face was bright red.

It was a couple of minutes before his door opened. She heard the bathroom sink running as he washed off his hands. Then he slowly (and reluctantly) came down the stairs. He was still blushing a bit and in addition to the bulge in his pants she could also see the head through the bottom of his shirt, a damp spot having appeared where the precum soaked his t-shirt. Somehow the fact that she knew what he'd been doing and found it so disgusting kept him hard until he got around to jacking off again. And he'd never been brave enough to finish after she'd caught him. He had no idea what she'd do if he ever decided to ignore her and keep masturbating. "Alright Meghan, what do you want to eat?" Messed up as it was that his parents seemed to think a nineteen year old brother should have to cook for his seventeen year old sister, theirs did, and he wasn't going to risk their parents hearing that he was masturbating rather than feeding their precious little athlete.

 

[Conflict Please]

She peered up at him as he asked her what she'd like to eat. She'd never admit it but she actually really liked his cooking. Her mood was pretty much restored to the positive side by the time he entered the kitchen. She had caught a long hard -no pun intended- look at his cock as he scrambled to cover himself up. For a guy who was so self conscious about his height... He really was packing some heat under his pants. She made sure to let him catch her contemplating gaze as she stared him from top to bottom. His cock was still full sized underneath his pants.

"Shrimp pasta. Make sure the sauce is extra cheesy and let the broccoli cook a little longer this time, I almost broke a tooth the last time you made broccoli. So raw" she answered, flopping over on the couch. Laying on her belly she watched him but feigned disinterest as she raised and dropped her long, smooth legs. She was still in her uniform and the navy colored fabric of her shorts pulled taut against her shapely behind.

Reaching for the remote to the TV she switched it on. She wasn't really watching anything , just lessening the awkward tension in the air a bit. The more that she thought about what she had walked in on... The more heated she felt. She tried to think if unsexy things... Like their Grandmother in a bathing suit... But the image of his massive cock and huge rounded balls was burned into her mind. She realized she was getting really turned on and had even rubbed against the couch cushions a little. She really really hoped he hadn't noticed.

 

[Yenpointfive]

When her gaze ran down his body he shifted uncomfortably, turning partially sideways as if that'd do anything other than let her ogle his member in profile. He listened to her order as she hopped onto the couch. "Alright. Give me half an hour..." He said, though he lingered a bit. She could see him running his eyes over her. Those gorgeous legs of hers were fantastic as always and drew his vision up to those shorts which seemed one size too small to contain that tight athletic ass of hers. He felt his manhood surge against the waistband of his pants and had to bite back a groan of discomfort. He quickly exited the room for the kitchen.

He couldn't remember the last time he was this hard. Even cooking, which usually took his mind off of his little sister's treatment of him, wasn't helping a bit. The way she practically looked through his clothing to eye his huge cock was getting to him. While he was working he glanced out to the living room a couple of times. He could only see the edge and back of the couch but that still gave him a couple of chances to glimpse her shapely legs.

This was all amounting to be too much for Nathan. The stain of precum on the front of his shirt made it look like he'd spilled something on himself. He bit his lip and glanced back to the living room one more time before undoing his pants and starting to stroke his cock right there in the kitchen. He did his absolute best to keep quiet and was managing a great job of it. The terrible afternoon TV helped cover up the sound of his hand stroking his massive prick. Of course, he still had work to do and he was surprised what he could manage with one hand. Pretty soon the noodles and sauce had been portioned into two dishes. He was considering going back to his room to finish before serving her but the most wicked thought came to mind and before he knew it his cock was spurting like a hose. Of course, there was only one place such a mess would go overlooked. Right in the cheesy white sauce of his sister's plate. Those big balls of his emptied themselves that much harder at the thought that there'd be a receptive audience for their mess and when his orgasm finally died down he hastily stirred up the sauce till you couldn't tell that it was basically half sperm.

The very second after he finished he realized just how fucked up this was but there wasn't time to make a second batch and if he stalled she'd know he was up to something. He hastily redid his belt, tucked his shirt in so she couldn't see the stain of pre, and then headed into the living room, his cock finally soft for a change. He set her plate down on the nearby coffee table along with a fork and a glass of water. He then moved into the adjoining dining room to eat by himself. Even though he'd just cum he felt his cock stirring softly as he waited to see if she'd eat his cooking this time.

 

[Conflict Please]

Some where along the line she had actually become rather engrossed in the show she had half heartedly turned on to distract herself. Before she knew it dinner was ready. She was actually pretty hungry and the scent of the dish he was preparing had her stomach growling. She looked up as he approached with the plate of shrimp pasta and switched to a sitting position on the couch. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she gives him an unwitting peek at the strained material pulled tight against her upper thighs and pussy. She perches the plate on her knees. "Thanks" she says and watches him walk back to the kitchen.

The noodles look delicious. Creamy and cheesy, coated with thick delicious sauce. She spears a shrimp with her fork and rolls it into the sauce, coats it completely until its practically dripping. With a delicate movement she brings the sauce covered morsel to her lips and takes a tiny bite. The flavor hits her tongue and she doesn't know why, but a pleased sigh escapes her full lips. The taste is delicious... Something is different about the pasta this time but she can't place her finger on it. "Its really good" she has to admit. She peers over to him and swirls her fork in the pasta and wraps the tongs with the slippery strands of pasta. She carefully lowers the creamy load into her mouth and devours it. The undeniable look of satisfied bliss washing over her pretty features. "Did you add something different this time?" she asks curiously, completely unaware of the extra ingredient's origin.

She isn't really sure why... But she feels a wave of heat wash over her. It concentrates between her thighs. Maybe she was an even bigger freak then her brother. Getting all worked up over shrimp pasta. So gross.

 

[Yenpointfive]

The fact that she thanked him this time made him a little sorry for what he'd done but he just gave her a quick "You're welcome" and moved into the dining room. Naturally he picked a seat which had a view of Meghan but was also close enough to the kitchen door that he could bolt and maybe have a chance of outrunning her back to safety.

Just watching her stir the shrimp up in the sauce till it was completely coated brought back that stirring in his jeans. Even though he'd just cum he had a heck of a libido. When the shrimp went into her mouth and wasn't followed by an immediate shriek he realized that it had gone unnoticed. He forced himself to keep his features normal even though he was rock hard again, thankfully hidden from sight by the table this time. "I changed up the sauce a little bit this time around. If you like it I could start making it this way from now on." He said, biting his lip gently as the thought of his little sister gulping down creamy loads of his punk ran through his mind. At least she sort of deserved to eat his cum for how she treated him.

He set about eating his own food to avoid prompting suspicion, though at no point did he ever quit watching Meghan scarf down his white sauce. Between the revenge factor and the turn on it was turning out to be to have her blissfully scooping up his semen with every bite he had to agree with her, this was the best meal he'd cooked in a while.

 

[Conflict Please]

Finishing a mouthful of his creamy pasta she peers at him for a moment, an owlish gaze working him over. He was acting a little too giddy and she wasn't sure what was up. Maybe it was best not to compliment him further, she didn't want to stoke his ego after all. She finished the last shrimp on the plate and stood, making her way into the kitchen with long and elegant strides of her shapely smooth legs.

She placed the plate in the sink and passed him. Reaching out she ruffles up his hair, knowing it will annoy him. "Don't get too confident. If you put half as much effort into socializing with girls as you did making Alfredo sauce you wouldn't be a virgin stroking off to lesbian cheer leaders" she said with a impish smirk. Pausing she looked him over again she shook her head softly letting a look of slight disgust crinkle her cute button nose. "I'm going to shower" she concluded as she practically skipped out of the kitchen.

Once she hit the hallway she did feel a little bad. She knew it wasn't kind to treat him so shitty all the time... But there was something that was just so appealing about being abusive towards him. She got the distinct feeling that he actually really enjoyed her bitchiness. The ridiculous of that thought struck her hard and she felt a wave of disbelief roll over her body. 'Yeah... As if anyone would like that. Stuuuupid' she chastised herself.

She slid the bathroom open and closed the door behind her completely unaware that it had not closed all the way. She began to strip out of her sweaty soccer clothing. Peeling the tight clothing off her tall and toned body she paused to look herself over in the mirror. She frowned when she thought about the cheerleaders in the porno that Nathan was watching. They were full of soft curves and full breasts. Her own body was much more lean then that. Her breasts were nothing to write home about really, a decent set of perky C cups. They looked like mosquito bites compared to the cheerleaders in his porno though... And her ego was somewhat stung.

She tugged off the first layer of underwear, removing the full spandex sports bra that she wore over her regular cotton bra. It helped minimize bounce while she was working the field. Once her bust was freed of the spandex layer she pouted slightly as she slipped her admittedly delicate hands into the white cotton cups of her bra. She palmed her perky breasts and tested their weight in her hands. She was overall pleased by their smooth and springy texture. Sighing she dis guarded her normal bra as well and reached down to peel her shorts off.

Where she lacked in breasts she made up in ass. Soccer had done her derriere good. It was firm and rounded and pretty much by all definitions perfect. She smiled at herself and gazed at her prized asset -no pun intended- turning at various angles to admire her firm bottom in a tight fitting pair of black boy shorts. She let her hands slide against her full and firm thighs and down her fit legs , peeling her knee high socks down and off her athletic calves.

She dropped all her dis guarded clothing into the clothes hamper and finally peeled off her practically plastered on panties. She set those atop the rest of her clothing. With a nearly hypnotic sway of her shapely hips she headed into the shower stall. Soon the sound of running water filled the bathroom, as well as her melodic humming as she slowly scrubbed today's sweat and grime off her delicious curves.

 

[Yenpointfive]

He tried uselessly to brush her hand away when she ruffled his hair. It was shit like that that made everyone they met think he was her little brother. Ever since she'd hit a growth spurt and taken up soccer everyone always assumed she must be the older and more mature sibling.

Still, there was only so much that could be done to ruin his mood just then. With him sitting and her standing there wasn't the slightest chance she could see the erection straining against his jeans beneath the table. "If more girls liked slurping down my Alfredo sauce as much as you do I don't think I'd be a virgin for long." He said to her with a little glare. Naturally she ought to have no idea what he was talking about but the retort still made him feel better. Maybe if he was feeling ambitious one day when she was having her friends from the team over he could cook them all a nice creamy meal. As Meghan went so went the team and he'd enjoy watching the athletic bitches gulp down his cum unknowingly. Part of him wanted her to find out, of course. The reaction should be sublime, he was sure she'd have all sorts of new names for him and he'd just be ready to remind her that she'd praised the new recipe and eaten every last bite.

He'd done most of the dishes while he was working so he just had a little bit to finish up. One of the pots had a bit of cum hanging off the edge that he'd missed of it so it was good that he'd done all the cooking by himself. It was enough time for her to head to the bathroom and start getting undressed. His trip back to his room took him right by it and when he saw that the door was open a crack he bit his lip softly and decided to peek. Sure enough, Meghan seemed to have just finished feeling herself up he was pretty sure she was self conscious about her cup size but whatever guy couldn't look past her breasts to those tasty girl-abs beneath them was doing something wrong. And when she turned her back to him he got a great view of why every guy at the school thought she was a goddess. Naturally he'd fantasized about ramming his huge cock up her ass and teaching her a lesson for how she treated him. Sure, the stuff she said seemed to turn him on but so did the thought of shutting his little sister up with a bit of anal justice.

When she turned back around again he was almost certain he caught the sight of a wet spot in her panties. Did she know on some subconscious level that she'd been eating a big bowl of cheesy sperm? The thought made him shiver with excitement. Those panties were plastered on with a mix of pussy juice and sweat and when she tossed them into the hamper he knew he had to try them. He backed away from the door quietly so she wouldn't notice him and then waited for her to get into the shower. Once she started humming he decided that now was the best chance he'd have and started to quietly slip into the bathroom and head for the hamper.

The frosted glass would make it hard to see him moving through the room, especially with condensation on it. He went straight for the hamper and grabbed the panties from on top. The first thing he had to do was hold them up to his face and give them a nice deep sniff. He wanted a little confirmation she'd been getting off on his cooking as well as a nice scent of her sweat after the game. He was actually of the opinion that she smelled better after a game, sweaty, victorious, and maybe just a little horny from every guy in the school starring at her ass.