Big Brother Blues: A Sister's Touching Gift
John and his foster sister, Gia, are visiting their parents for the Christmas break from college. So, they must pretend to be brother and sister, and not a hot couple in love. Gia talks John into driving them to the local mall so they can not only go shopping for gifts, but to get out of the house and away from their parents. Only they don't have a lot of money. More
John and his foster sister, Gia, are visiting their parents for the Christmas break from college. So, they must pretend to be brother and sister, and not a hot couple in love. Gia talks John into driving them to the local mall so they can not only go shopping for gifts, but to get out of the house and away from their parents. Only they don't have a lot of money, and they must find an alternative way to celebrate the holidays.
This short story features graphic depictions of oral and consensual sex between adults. It is intended only for mature readers.
All in all, I completed my shopping in less than half an hour. I wondered around the mall, wondering how long it was going to take Gia to finish. At one point, I passed a lingerie store, and I saw her in there, holding up something sexy she’d pulled off of a rack. It was red, long, and flowing with white accentual trim. Most of the fabric looked either sheer or gauzy, and I tried to imagine it on her. Lust flooded into my imagination, and I thought it might be best to just walk away and get the thought of her naked out of my head. We had been coping better, this visit, with the lack of intimate time together. I think, though, I had something a little more practical in mind. If she was buying something sexy to wear for me, I really, really wanted it to be a surprise.
An hour passed, and I still hadn’t received a text from Gia. So, I grabbed a large coffee in the food court and sat at the table. I pulled out my smartphone and opened my eReader app. I became thoroughly engrossed in the pulpy space opera novel, Titus Android, I had downloaded earlier. It centered on the Martian nobleman who went insane and killed a lot of people and made meat pies out of them—what was really interesting, however, is that the author was actively trying to retell Shakespeare’s bloody play Titus Andronicus in outer space.
“Hey there, miss me?”
I looked up, seeing Gia with five or six heavy bags. “Desperately.” My heart jumped a little, when I saw a gift-wrapped box from the lingerie store. Putting my phone away, I offered to carry some of the bags for her, and we made our way back to the parking lot and my father’s truck. We got back in, and before we even left the parking lot, I had to ask. “Do we really have to go back right now?”
“Well, there has never been anything to do around here.”
“True.” I felt a little saddened. That changed as soon as the mall was far behind us, and we were on a dark country road, headed home.
“I want to give you your real gift now.” Gia’s put her hand on my leg, and she slowly inched it upwards towards my waist. I liked where this might be going. I stopped at a red light at a deserted intersection—that seemed to provide Gia with the opportunity she desired. She unzipped my jeans and worked my penis through the opening. Then, she unbuckled her seatbelt and bent over the center console, lowering her face into my lap.