Meeting his Sister's Needs (DaretoDream & hernameisbanks)

[DareToDream]

Derek Morgan swept through the door of his parent’s house, tossing his briefcase on the floor with a thud, then moved into the living room and flopped on the couch, stretching out on it. It had been a hell of a day and he was wiped out. This whole growing up and entering the real-world thing was a bunch of bullshit in his mind. Fresh out of college and in his first real, full-time job, the day to day wear and tear was taking its toll on his body, much less his mind. He wasn’t the shirt and tie type, he thought as he fingered the tie lying on his chest, and he definitely wasn’t the 9 to 5 type. Don’t even get him started on the living situation. When he went off to college he’d plan to never return but it’s funny how life fucks you over when you least expect it. No one told him what it would cost to survive out of college. He actually had to work for a living!

Groaning, he reached down and took off his shoes, throwing them across the room, then undid his tie, sitting it on the edge of the couch. His work shirt came off next, leaving him in a tee-shirt, and then his pants, leaving only his boxers. Much better he thought as he stretched out and turning on the tv. His parents wouldn’t be home for a few hours but he knew he better clean up before they arrived or they’d give him hell about being a lazy slob. That sucked the most, he though, having to live at home again. He’d gotten used to being on his own in college, developing his own style. Living at home cramped it, especially when it came to dating and sex, much less his kind of sex. The only perk he got was seeing his sexy sister stomp around the house all the time, though he’d never tell her that.

He began to flip through the channels as he ran his hand through the short dark hair that covered his head and face. Many would consider Derek handsome, especially when he wore a beard, and he wouldn’t dispute that. The number of girls he’d had in college had to have been partially because of his looks, though he knew his rougher style also appealed to many of them too. It was a style that he hadn’t been able to experience since returning home. Not enough privacy nor prospects at the moment, though he didn’t stop looking. The sound of moans filled the room and he stopped surfing, smiling as he realized he’d stumbled upon an adult channel. This could be fun, he thought to himself as he lightly ran his hands over his boxers, a smile on his lips.

 

[hernameisbanks]

Between herself and her older brother, she was exponentially more taken care of. While he spent this hot summer working as a fresh college graduate, his younger sibling spent these hot days doing all the fun things she could before she was thrust into her fall semester of college. Derek had been given the absolute gift of a younger sibling just a few years after his own birth, their parents having the perfect family with just the right amount of kids. That being said, childhood could be seen as a bit trivial when you had an older brother. From pulled pigtails to making fun of him when puberty struck him absolutely confused, it seemed to resolve itself out the way normal sibling rivalry would. Dark hair shifted up and into a loose bun as she lay out in the sun, drying off from her swim for the afternoon as she felt her stomach grumble softly, announcing her that it was time to go in and get a bite to eat before her parents got home. In the simplest of terms, Draya Morgan could be considered spoiled if one were to bitterly sit and think it over.

Compared to her brother, the reception of her being home and being in school was much different, even when the young thing somehow managed to get away with creeping in late on occasion. Their daughter, however, was intelligent, oddly so. Her thing was numbers, and with any luck, despite her going to a school known for it's intense curriculum and hard parties, their youngest would be destined for engineering. Hell, even her boyfriend was a beacon of light to her mom and dad. Her parents adored her boyfriend, and that, in itself had become a red flag for Draya, the thought making her scrunch her nose as he asked if she was free to go to dinner later on. She had met Anthony in passing, an accident really, and they had hit it off from there, soon becoming a thing. The act of sneaking him into her house had become scarce however, since Derek had moved back in, standing now to pull on the soft pink cotton lounge shorts to cover her swim bottoms, having already decided she wasn't sure if she minded the space from him or not.

Licking her lips softly as she moved through the patio, the soft sound of the door closing behind her as she stepped into the well air-conditioned house, Draya's bare feet carrying her down the hall as she glanced up. Hand gently scratching over her bare chest, the low dip of her bikini top adjusted just slightly as she went to shift it, her green eyes ventured around the corner just in time to register what she was hearing. It was a woman, panting, gurgling up something filthy to whoever she was having sex with, silently relieved it wasn't her brother going to town with anyone but himself on the couch.

"I'm definitely telling mom and dad you know."

 

[DareToDream]

The movie was pretty good for an adult one and Derek soon lost himself to it, his mind focused only on the sexual scenes playing out on the tv screen. The female character reminded him of his sister a little, with long dark hair, a tight body, pouty lips, and when she wasn’t writhing on the bed, dark framed glasses. That should have been disturbing to him – after all, it was his sister – but he secretly found her attractive so imagining it was her that he was watching in the movie turned him on even more.

At some point, his hand slipped into his boxers and began to tease his hard cock, feeling it swell even more. Edging was something he enjoyed and he did it for a while, losing track of time. He never heard the door open, nor the footsteps of his sister, so when she finally spoke he jumped to his feet, shaken to the core, completely oblivious to the fact that his cock was tenting his boxers something fierce. The sounds of the movie faded, forgotten for the moment, and he stared at his sister, taking in her shorts and that sexy bikini top, his gaze roaming without a thought.

Finally, he snapped back to reality and sneered. “Oh sure, you’re really going to tell mom and dad that I was jacking off on their couch? How long do you think they’d take to replace it after that?” He began to walk towards her, each footstep deliberate, standing tall. “Besides, you’d also have to tell them how you stood right there and watched me doing it….for….how long was it, Sis? Just a minute or was it maybe more?” Reaching her, he reached out fast and snagged her wrist, yanking her into him playfully, feeling her breasts press against his chest. “No, I think you need to sit down with me and watch this too. You might learn something.” He gave her a playful shove to the couch then, feeling his bulge brush against her thigh as he did.

 

[hernameisbanks]

How she had planned this interaction going, was not even close to how it had actually gone. What she had expected, was the natural panic of a big brother who was caught literally with his hand down his pants, his cock raging at him from within his boxers and the bridge of his nose a soft pink from a man who was clearly enticed by what he was watching. The girl on the screen was panting, being held by her hips, and it looked like her brother was just about ready to free his cock from his boxers before she interrupted him, raising a brow softly when her hands found her hips. She had expected him to blurt out every protest against telling their parents, against her saying anything, to which she would laugh and taunt him and go on about her business, bringing it up every so often when the time came. Instead, things did not go how she had mentally planned them, first being with the way his eyes traced her so casually. That wasn't anything unusual, she would note, with her brother moving back in.

Draya took that with a grain of salt, truly.

What caught her off guard was when he began to stalk toward her, standing up quickly as he mentioned mom and dad and getting another couch to replace the one he had just been sitting on, stroking himself in comfort. "Shut up, it doesn't matter how long I was standing here, what matters is what you were doing on the couch that we all sit on!" He was trying to turn this around on her and Draya wasn't having it, attempting to back away only for him to reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her petite frame forward with a furrowed brow as she glared at him, "Let go!" He had other intentions though, the look on his face one of determination as her body smashed against his, feeling a chill roll down her spine as she shook her head at him, "Stop it Derek." Of course this did nothing at all, because before she knew it she was turned and pushed onto the couch, the awkward push leaving her bent at the waist as she fell into the soft cushions.

"God, I can't stand you." She glared sharply at him as she began to move herself to at least a sitting position so that she could get her bearings and simply go upstairs to her room.