Author's Notes: Everyone in this story is of eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story that does include topics of incest and related issues.
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A leaf danced past my feet and the soft breath of autumn wind crossed my chest. I have always cherished the walk home this time of year. The small week where the wind would whisper and the trees would try their best to be still. It was in these moments I felt time almost freeze. In the slightest chill, stillness and then, I would realize I was only a minute from the front door.
Arriving at the front door of the middle house on the block something grabbed my attention. A pile of leaves crunched to my right. I turn. Nothing. Bringing my attention back to my keys-
'Ah!'
An involuntary scream left my lips before I could realize that the dark creature that scared me was in fact my younger brother Theodore. Dressed in what looks like his jacket flipped over his head, he started laughing to himself. Theodore and I have had this ongoing rivalry to see who can scare the other. I can't remember how long ago it was when it all started but it happened often enough, especially around Halloween. Even though we were both eighteen we still loved to dress up, especially to scare one another. To be honest, I should have seen this one coming. I grabbed my backpack and threw it at him before he ran off.
Theodore wasn't like most of the other guys at school. He was, well, thin. Being my younger brother, albeit by a couple minutes. At the age of eighteen his body was slender, like mine. It would be hard for him to be intimidating on his own so he has gotten good at the psychological approach; diverting attention, and surprise.
'Teddy, don't run,' my mother came into the entry as my brother raced past. I set my bag down to see what I crushed throwing it at him. "So it starts." she started, folding an apron. Being a single parent trying to raise two rowdy kids, it must be tough. Yet she looked on without telling us to stop. I think she still wished she could have fun like us. Well, for what it is. Though I doubt anyone would notice. Having the both of us when she was quite young our mother looked like she could be my older sister more than anything. She still had the same brunette hair with soft curls and even though she definitely didn't look over 25.
'I'll get him for that,' I vowed. The throw had cracked my water bottle. I didn't even think you could do that.
"Aren't you two getting a bit old for this?" She said leaning against the kitchen doorframe. She had crossed her arms pinning her apron under her chest. I still can't believe that I haven't developed as much as she has. I mean, I'm getting there but I have to be about two sizes behind her. I guess you could say I was jealous. I had more important things on my mind.
"He deserves it what he has coming." I warned as I started plotting my next move.
"Don't make a mess." Her concern was well placed since our plans have gotten a bit...involved before. One time we set up a whole big plan only to break two bits of glassware.
"I won't." I gathered my things and went to my room.
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Dinner smelled wonderful. Spaghetti. We all took our seats at the table; mine closest to the kitchen sink. I made sure to spend the majority of my meal talking about how the spaghetti could be like worms in dirt. I kind of felt bad saying so since the meal was actually quite good but I'm sure mother wouldn't mind for the sake of ambiance. Continuing the theme I made sure to slurp each noodle. Interrupting whatever it was that Teddy was talking about at the time. Teddy mentioned that he was going to spend time at his friend's house down the street and mom made sure he ate everything first. Teddy grabbed his plate and headed to the sink. I grabbed my plate and waited for him to stop at the sink. Lifting the slimiest and longest noodle I made my way for Teddy. Quietly I hovered the strand closer to his neck. A horn went off and I not only dropped the noodle but the plate in my other hand had thrown its contents into the air and then directly on me. The plate crashed to the floor and my mother stood up.
"Okay, what have I said about air horns?" Mom said. I stood in shock as the warm spaghetti ran off my head and over my shirt before landing on the floor. I can't believe he actually did that. He...I...grr. Teddy couldn't keep himself from chuckling. He started to apologize and back out of the room before mom stopped him. "Where do you think you are going?"
"I'm going to go to Steven's house." Teddy clearly didn't think his counter attack all the way through.
"You aren't going anywhere until you clean this up."
"Mom." I shot her a look. How could she still let him go after this?
"He didn't mean for this to happen," Mom said, "right?"
"Sorry Katie." Even though I know he is good-natured it didn't help that he could barely hold in his laughter.
"Go get the broom. It looks as though most of the spa-" She couldn't hold it in anymore and had to turn to cover her grin. I couldn't believe it. Teddy left the kitchen seeing me clearly upset.
"Sorry Katie, it's just.. Here, lets get that off of you before you go anywhere." She reached for my shirt and began to lift it.
"What are you doing?" I pulled away.
"I'm not going to let you... drip on the carpets." She was pushing it. "I'll get you another shirt, don't move." Mom said heading to my bedroom.
"Second drawer." I called out. Teddy got back with the broom and started sweeping. "I hope you are happy." I said. Teddy swept the last of the dish and walked into my vision.
"I am sorry Kate. I didn't know you were...come on, it is funny." He pleaded. I guess he had a point. I was quite a sight though I don't think he would think it to be as funny if he were the one covered in noodles and tomato sauce. "Go easy on me next time?"
"Not a chance." I replied. Mom got back with one of my shirts as Teddy was rushing out the door. She urged him to not stay too late and to slow down before the front door closed again. Getting closer I could see mom grabbed one of my old high school shirts.
"That doesn't even fit anymore." I said. She reached once more for my shirt. Trying not to make any unnecessary movements I lifted my arms. Lifting off my shirt I could feel the clear draft that the house had. "gah, it's cold." My nipples couldn't help but to harden. I'm sure they would have broken through my bra. Putting my stained shirt into a bag mom turned and looked at me. She lingered a moment before she spoke.
"He never used to get the edge on you like that." She handed me my shirt.
"Yeah, well I get him back." I promised.
"How?" she asked. "He isn't as easy to scare anymore." She said. She was right. It has been getting more difficult and I had no idea how to go about my next move. I started to pull my shirt over my head when mom stopped me. "Wait." She looked at my chest. I looked down. A patch of spaghetti had made its way down my shirt and onto my bra.
"Dammit." I said.
"Here, take it off, you don't want to stain this shirt." I would have resisted but my hands were a bit preoccupied tangled in a shirt above my head. My mother reached around and unclasped my bra letting my breasts meet the cold air. If my nipples weren't hard before they were now. Then the door swung back open and Teddy rushed into the hall. His eyes grew wide as he froze in place.
"TEDDY!" I yanked my shirt down over my exposed chest.
"Sorry!" Teddy turned his head away as he grabbed his backpack that he clearly left in the hall.
"What have I told you about running? Slow down and knock." My mother instructed as she led him back out the door. I couldn't believe it. My brother saw me naked...well, topless. Mom re-entered the kitchen. "Well, I bet you that scared him."
My heart still beat fast. It definitely scared me, my heart continued to pound hard. "I bet he wasn't too shocked." Even though my brother wasn't the biggest guy around he still had plenty of girls following him around.
"What do you mean?" my mom asked.
"He has girls around him all the time. I'm sure he has seen some bigger than mine." I confessed. "It isn't like he has never seen any before."
"I'm not sure that's the point. He's your brother." She said. I guess she's right. "Maybe you scare him a bit more." My nipples pressed hard against my old T-shirt. Mom had a hint of excitement in her voice.
"What are you saying?" I asked.
"I could tell that he was hard."
"Mom!" I couldn't believe she said that.
"I'm just saying you can use that against him. He was scared of it." I could see the gears in her head turning.
"What? No, why would I..." I never thought about my brother in a sexual way before but I have to admit. My heart has been pounding the entire time. "He couldn't be attracted to me anyway. I'm barely a b-cup. I mean, you're the one with 36d's." As I said it I wanted to take it back.
"Well, if you are uncomfortable, find another way." She said and left the kitchen.
I couldn't sleep that night. I could only stare at the wall, thinking over the idea of my own brother being attracted to me.
- The next few days I began to keep a close eye on my brother; in the halls, at home, walking down the street. He would keep his distance and was quieter than usual. I don't think I wear too revealing of clothing. Do I? I wear as much as the next girl. Occasionally sporting a cute top and reveal a little more leg.
As the days passed I began to wear less and less. Testing the waters. I would brush past him and linger a little longer. All the while paying full attention to him even when walking a little faster than him on the way home. It was true. I couldn't notice anything out of the ordinary until we were at home. I entered the living room and sat on the couch when he would play video games. The moment I would enter he would straighten up. I wore my old high school T-shirt to bring up the memory of that night. Being an older shirt it did accent the fact I didn't wear a bra that day either. There it was, the distinct bulge. He was hard. He tried to reposition himself but he couldn't hide it. Eventually he got up and headed for the hall.
"Where are you going?" Mom came into the living room making Teddy sidestep.
"Uh..homework." He rushed back to his room and closed the door. I'm sure even he could tell how obvious of a lie it was. Mom then turned to me and my obvious grin.
'What was that about?' She took off her coat and hung it up.
