Jayden Frasier was not a Free Use Girl. His sister Holly, however, was. And that meant that even though she was two years older than him and already in college, there was nothing she could do to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her now. If a time traveler had gone back in time to tell him that before, then he would have hardly even believed it. Gone were the days of having his head pushed down into the toilet or being forced to carry her shopping bags at the mall. No, as much as he hated it, that period of his life was long gone. Vanished, poofed up into thin air, or in this case out of it, just like all the recent fuss about the new laws. And with the way things were going with all the talk about rehabilitation and such, if anyone was going to get their face pushed down from now on...
Stretching his arms out above his head, Jayden yawned as the bright morning sun shone in through his window. It was Monday, the start of a new week, and beside him his alarm clock ticked silently onward. Five whole minutes before it was due to ring -- lucky him he supposed-- which meant he still had another hour or so left to do whatever he wanted before school. For some reason today though, he had a sneaking suspicion that life had a few other things for him in store.
The feeling was confirmed a moment later as a quiet pair of footsteps echoed out in the hall. Soft and delicate, it almost sounded as if someone was trying to sneak about, and he opened his eyes just in time to see Holly enter the room. Now normally up to until about a couple of months ago, even with her still wearing her pajamas consisting of a light blue t-shirt along with a pair of old Nike shorts, this would have happened with at least some amount of force. Probably something to do with the fact that their parents never bothered to install a lock on his door. Today, however, things were only just ever so slightly different from the way they used to be and against the soft golden rays of light that danced across the ceiling, it almost seemed as if she would rather be almost anywhere else in the world.
Jayden smiled as he sat up in bed. Just from her posture alone the difference was like night and day. An instant change in attitude from the overpowering tyrant she used to be, starting from the very moment she had been given her sentence in court. Past that, it hadn't exactly taken him long to realize just what that meant for them both. Or why she happened to be standing here in front of him still half-dressed instead of off in the kitchen eating breakfast.
"You're up early," he said pleasantly.
Despite her taller frame -- two and a half inches taller than him to be exact -- Holly kept her gaze locked firmly onto the floor. A second seemed to pass as the two of them stood there like that, brother and sister in the same room. Her already old enough to start thinking about getting a real job, while at just eighteen years old he was still in his last year of high school. A pipsqueak by comparison, except that even as the silence fell over them, it was as if their positions had been reversed.
Reaching his arms up behind his head, Jayden sighed as he leaned back against his pillow. He hadn't felt this good in years, not even when he had managed to save up enough money to buy his first computer. Or when Holly had managed to wrangle their parents into a trip overseas without him, and he had been rewarded with an entire glorious week of solitude all to himself. She had been so proud of herself back then, coming home with suitcase after suitcase of souvenirs to taunt him over. Against their current reversal, however, it was only with a clear sign of reluctance that she finally looked up to open her mouth.
"Jayden, I...," she said, "Can we not do this anymore?"
So they were going to start with that again, were they? A classic, though it wasn't as if he ever got tired of seeing her try.
"Hmm? Do what?" he said slowly, "You're going to have to be more specific if you want me to understand, dear Sister."
"I...," said Holly, "You know, this."
She waved her hands about as if to demonstrate what she was unable to put into words.
"Like, even if it's the law, you're still my brother," she mumbled, "And I just don't think that-... well, it's just that every time you make me to it, I always get so close and then it starts to feel really weird and..."
She trailed off, a blush already starting to appear across her face as she looked back down towards the floor. Not helping at all was the way her nipples poked up from underneath the fabric of her shirt. Like tiny little beads of stiffness visible just below the surface, and Jayden hummed as he looked over at his sister's two mounds. Or perhaps molehills would be a more accurate description in this case for her. A-cups? No, they had to be B-cups at least, though it wasn't as if it made that much of a difference except when it came to the size of her bra. Or how far behind she was when compared to some of the other girls he knew. What was significantly more interesting of note, however, was the way the edges of her panties stuck out from beyond the waistband of her shorts.
He smiled again. Pink, he noted absentmindedly, her favorite color, and also his favorite flavor of strawberry ice cream. And if the metaphor was just a little too fitting, then it hardly as if it was his fault. He wasn't the one who had been caught by the police with a fake ID after all. Or several bottles of beer rolling about in the trunk of the car. A minor misdemeanor, the judge had told them sadly, punishable by up to a full year in jail. Which wouldn't have been so bad, were it not for the fact that she also had the rest of her life to think about.
Still standing in his room, Holly glanced over pleadingly at him, and he looked back. Another while passed as the instant stretched out like that, of him still lying in bed as she shifted uncomfortably from her place next to the door. Outside the window, he could hear the faint sounds of the birds chirruping at one another as they woke up.
"Well," he said at last, "I suppose I could be a little nice to you today."
Instantly Holly looked up, relief flashing across her face.
"Really?" she said.
"Why not?" he shrugged, "Though that doesn't mean I'll let you off the hook with just that though. It's two times a day right now, isn't it? Morning and evening?"
Holly bit down on her lips in turn.
"Then here's what I'll do," he continued, "We'll keep the number the same, but instead I'll let you choose. Front or back, take your pick, and then we can alternate from there depending on how you feel. Don't expect for it to last forever though, since despite how accommodating you tend to be, occasionally I do have a preference for which one I want to use..."
