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Frowned Upon: brother x sister (NightStalker73au & Asterisk)

She stopped laughing when he scooped her up. He wasn't laughing though and she just leaned her head to the side. She had hoped he would have fun too. "Hit the books? You mean you are going to study while I have fun?" She asked him wondering if she would even let him study. Maybe once she was in her swim wear she would be able to convince him to follow her into the pool. Sam knew that maybe she could make her company worth more then a book's company.
 
Henry heard her questioning words and chuckled, leaving her with no answer he stood up and headed back inside. Taking some water with him he headed upstairs, closing and locking his door. Soon his head was buried in a book for the next exam he had to take, his football could only help so much.
 
Sam puffed her cheeks as he didn't say anything. She just watched him leave and after a while immediately followed him but found his room locked. She sighed and walked over to her own room. It was no fun alone. Even when they had a pool in their parents' house she didn't use it. The girl picked up her sketch book and walked outside. Maybe something interesting would appear for her to sketch. She was quiet as to not disturb her brother which was studying. She was thankful she had everything set in school and vacations were almost knocking at their door.
 
Henry glanced out the window noticing her with a sketch book, how many times had he wanted that done but could not ask her. His eyes turned from his study book to the bondage one, glued to the corset around this model not much older than her. Lips licked as he began to get worked up imagining himself taking a whip or paddle to the girl's ass.
 
As the sun hit her she removed her shirt to reveal her green bikini under. She might not go swimming but at least she didn't have to be cursing the sun while she was 'working'. Her hands moved rather fast along the blank page, beginning to make an image appear. At first it didn't seem like nothing around her. The wind blew her brown hair lightly as she removed her shorts and placed it all folded up next to her shirt. There was a small smile as she placed her legs on the water of the pool before she returned to her drawing book.
 
Henry was way too engrossed in the book to know what she was doing, shaking his head and muttering under his breath he regained his composure. Studying some more he finished his water and glanced out the window. It had been ages since they had swum together but the feelings were going to have be suppressed a little longer.
 
Reaching mid-morning Sam stood up and went to the kitchen. She didn't know what Henry wanted for lunch of even if he planned to do anything so she would make some snacks. In her swimwear she prepared him some tuna sandwich with lemonade juice. Knowing he has become a star player in her eyes he deserved the best treatment. Quietly she walked up the stairs holding a tray with the sandwiches and the lemonade. She knocked on his door wondering if it was still locked. "Henry, I made you some snacks." She called out. Studying always made her hungry so maybe it was a good idea to take him something too.
 
Henry heard the knock but ignored it, he was not hungry at all. Sitting back down at the books he began to study furiously capturing all he could from each text book. His eyes started losing it about two hours later, blinking several times and taking a few sips of water he stood and moved across to his bed. Laying down his eyes closed as body tried to relax a little.
 
She waited for quite a while before giving up. He could have at least said something like he didn't want or made some kind of noise to warn her he didn't want to be bothered. A little ticked off because of his attitude the girl left the sandwiches and juice by his door, at least he could eat it if he opened to door. In the heat of the sun she returned outside, placing her feet on the water and taking on her sketching once again. It was such a calm day. Maybe he had been sleeping and she had disturbed him...
 
Henry's thoughts all jumbled as he slept for the most part, never really dreaming in years he did today. It was the last play and the coach took a punt on him winning it for the team. Seconds to go and he is tackled, storming through it almost he touches down and large hollers and whistles can be heard. He is hunted by every female, only one does he want but how to get her. The dream cuts off as he wakes up sweating profusely, taking a few sips of his water he sighs and rubs his eyes but stays laying down.
 
As Henry slept Sam was still outside. She had left her sketchbook over one of the chairs and gave in to the heat. She jumped into the water. It had been so long since she last took advantage at a pool at a house. She then looked up to where her brother's room would be. She hadn't heard from him since breakfast.
 
Henry knew it would do him no good to keep the feelings suppressed but he had to, society would not approve and he doubted she would be interested. Yes his sister had grown up so much, in so many ways but how could he tell her that without sounding perverted.
 
Not noticing any different in her brother's room she continued on her own. Maybe he would join her soon or when he stopped studying. Where his finals something that worrisome? The girl just swam from one side to the other before she decided just to float and close her eyes as the sun warmed her up but the water kept her cool.
 
Henry moved from his bed, taking a quick shower and changing along with grabbing his sports bag and packing it with some clothes. Leaving her a short note saying that he was headed to a mate's place for the night until tomorrow along with some money he left the house quietly. First place he headed to was the track, running many laps.
 
It was noon when Samantha returned to the inside of the house. A towel wrapped around her body she made way to the kitchen before rushing up the stairs. Maybe he would at least come down and lunch with her. Beside his door she saw the sandwiches she had made him earlier and brought them down seeing his room was empty, at least he wasn't there. Next to the phone she saw his handwriting and wasn't particularly happy to read the note. She fumed, he left without even saying good bye. Not letting it go she picked the phone and dialed his number, at some point he had to face her.
 
Henry had kept his cell phone turned off, he did not want to talk to anyone really. The small club he had a key to so he would most likely sleep there for the night not at a mate's. He felt bad for that lie but he had to do it as he kept running laps, every one seeming to get faster not slower.
 
She placed the phone down rather angry. He left a note and then he wouldn't pick up the phone. Why would he do that? Was he avoiding talking to her? Had she done something he didn't like. Sammy puffed her cheeks almost like a child before crossing her arms and rushing upstairs. Fine if he didn't want to talk to her then so be it. She would just practice for the running team. After all it was very important for her and she hadn't been training much. The girl rushed up the stairs and over her bikini she put on a shorts and a shirt before taking the key house with her and closing it. If her brother preferred her a mate so be it, she had the house all for herself. Maybe she could invite some friends.
 
Henry left the track, feelings confused inside of him now as he took his bag and made his way to his mate's house for the night as the note had said. Once there he started to settle easily as they joked, read magazines and played around on the xbox.
 
Once home the girl went to the shower and ate the sandwiches she had made him while he had been studying. It was so quiet when there was no one around. She thought of calling in some friends but then again it wasn't even her home and she hadn't been there for too long. Maybe he wouldn't like visitors.

There was a sigh as she sat in front of the television just passing channel by channel.
 
Henry continued to enjoy the rest of his evening out, eating take out and crashing close to midnight. Waking the next morning he took a quick shower at his mate's before leaving and returning home via the mall.
 
Similar to the night before, Samantha had fallen asleep on the couch all curled up under a blanket. By a miracle the television was turned off. The was as quiet as if she was never even there. She hadn't done much during the night and kind of expected him to return during the night.
 
Henry quietly entered the house, taking the small package with him as he moved upstairs. Inside it was some music that she might like. Entering his bedroom he removed his shirt and threw it into the hamper before relaxing on his bed.
 
It was a while before something woke Sammy up. Apparently something seemed to have fallen outside or it was just the mail. She didn't know what it was. The girl yawned and stood up looking around. Had her brother maybe arrived? For some reason she didn't go upstairs, she thought her brother would talk to her when he was ready if he was even home. Still slightly sleepy she walked herself over to he kitchen and took a banana smashing it up on a place and adding wheat so she could have her breakfast. Being alone made Sam sit on the counter instead of the table but she didn't mind, it was like that when she lived with her parents too.
 
Henry was relaxing on his bed, music playing softly in the back ground as he began to reflect on things. With the small parcel near the bed he chuckled softly and glanced out the window. Yesterday was good and today was going to be another warm one.
 
Having had her breakfast the girl washed the dishes before finally walking up the stairs. She passed by her brother's room at first not noticing he was on the bed before she backed up a little and smiled. "Glad to see you are back." She mentioned but Sam was still slightly angry at him for leaving and not saying a word. A note didn't need to be left since she was present in the house the minute he decided to leave.
 
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