Eliza yawned as she stuck her key into the front door. It was nice that she and her brother could come to the summer house for once without their parents, and she relished every opportunity to wear her new swimsuit out on the beach. Or wear it like it was now, slightly damp and clinging to her body tightly, the scant fabric hardly concealing her nipples or the other curves of her body. She was slightly disappointed though. It wasn't like her brother to refuse to go to the beach with her, stomach ache or no. She had tucked him in his bed like any big sister should (despite the fact they were both far older than that behavior would indicate), and went by herself.
She had yet to fully...explain herself to him. Not that she was concerned about that really. It was clear since they first reached puberty that they had more than, well, familial ties to each other. More than once she had teased him about it. Edged him on a little, and he--the quiet and more submissive one of the pair--seemed to be absolutely fine with it. But she had begged her parents to let them have the summerhouse to themselves for a reason, and she was more than agitated that despite the duffle bag under her bed, she hadn't got to that reason yet.
She shook her head and then started heading up the stairs to her brothers room. It wasn't like it mattered anyway. She would find a reason soon enough to confront him with her feelings. Maybe she should---
She blinked, standing on top of the stairs looking down the hallway where the bedrooms were. She was sure she had shut her door when she left, yet there it was slightly ajar and she could hear movement. Her ears shifted up on high alert and she crept quietly to her door a strong wave of anger rising in her. The little sneak! She HATED it when people went into her room, what was he doing anyway? She sincerely hoped that he wasn't offended or angry about what was in the bag under her bed...
Finally reaching the door she pushed it fully open to see her brother ruffling through her underwear drawer, his left hand already clutching one of her black lace thongs.
"I take it you have recovered from your stomach ache, eh?" Her voice coldly piercing the silence as she looked at her brother.
"Looking for buried treasure?" She mused in a serious voice as she walked in and closed the door. As she turned around a wicked smile was on her face. She finally found her excuse.
She had yet to fully...explain herself to him. Not that she was concerned about that really. It was clear since they first reached puberty that they had more than, well, familial ties to each other. More than once she had teased him about it. Edged him on a little, and he--the quiet and more submissive one of the pair--seemed to be absolutely fine with it. But she had begged her parents to let them have the summerhouse to themselves for a reason, and she was more than agitated that despite the duffle bag under her bed, she hadn't got to that reason yet.
She shook her head and then started heading up the stairs to her brothers room. It wasn't like it mattered anyway. She would find a reason soon enough to confront him with her feelings. Maybe she should---
She blinked, standing on top of the stairs looking down the hallway where the bedrooms were. She was sure she had shut her door when she left, yet there it was slightly ajar and she could hear movement. Her ears shifted up on high alert and she crept quietly to her door a strong wave of anger rising in her. The little sneak! She HATED it when people went into her room, what was he doing anyway? She sincerely hoped that he wasn't offended or angry about what was in the bag under her bed...
Finally reaching the door she pushed it fully open to see her brother ruffling through her underwear drawer, his left hand already clutching one of her black lace thongs.
"I take it you have recovered from your stomach ache, eh?" Her voice coldly piercing the silence as she looked at her brother.
"Looking for buried treasure?" She mused in a serious voice as she walked in and closed the door. As she turned around a wicked smile was on her face. She finally found her excuse.