The honeymoon phase of our new living arrangement ended when Alice started dating a guy she met in geometry study group, Karl, who bothered me the moment i met him.
I shouldn't have been surprised that my sister was attracting the attention of boys in her school. She might have only been 5'3" and her small b cups didn't scream for attention, but she liked to think of herself as ordinary, safe from unwanted attention but still approachably attractive, at most.
I'd always know her to be an introvert and this was true until that fateful night when am innocent massage opened up something in her. Her new clothes, the constant working out, her hot friends.. I barely recognized her when she came home last night in a revealing little black dress and too much makeup.
I didn't say anything though, who was I to criticize how she wanted to live her life.
The gap between us widened over those first few weeks and I guess we just accepted that whatever was between us was in our past.
I didn't even try to get the tape Alice had told me about from the housewarming party, thinking it would make things awkward to bring up the subject. And god I could use that tape these days, mostly playing video games, jerking of to porn and wasting time online; I'd do anything for the rush I felt when I thought my sister and her hot young friends were into me. I wasn't even working anymore now that our parents decided to give us an allowance. And Karl, my least favorite person, had just asked Alice to prom, and knowing I'd have to watch him show up to my house and pick up my sister was too much. I planned on being out of the house on prom night, crashing at Brian's.
Trying not to seem too bitter i offered her a congrats on her upcoming prom and graduation and tried to make small talk as best I could.
"So you and Karl huh? I'm really happy for you, seems like just yesterday we couldn't get you of the house, now I'll bet you'll be voted prom Queen."
"I know he comes off a little douchy," she admitted, "but I swear, he's really sweet when you get to know him."
"I'll take your word for it, I said, and walked into my room to call it a night.
A few minutes later Alice knocks once and enters my room.
"Ok this might sound lame," she said as she walked over and sat on the bed next to me, "but I've been ignoring you lately for a reason. You known how I love plans, well this one was me hoping that on prom night you'd be obsessed with me, and also pissed at me so that you'd fuck me like it was our first time and make it a night I'd never forget. I'm really sorry bro, can you forgive me?"
As she apologizes she puts a hand on my thigh and her sweet brown eyes are impossible to stay mad at.
"And Karl" i asked?
"Whose Karl?" She laughs and says to consider him history.
"So Patrick, my favorite brother, my cutest brother, my most well endowed brother, she says as she playfully digs at my soft dick under my boxer briefs, will you go to prom with me?"
"Of course" I said, hoping not to give away my relief and excitement.
"Pick me up at 7 and with a cute giggle she threw her arms around my neck and shoved her tongue in my mouth. She reached down inside my briefs and feels around my now semi hard penis and whispers "I've missed you" and jumped off the bed and left my room.
As excited as i was for prom night I had a nagging feeling of guilt over how I had treated her gym friend, Sheila, at our housewarming party. She hadn't stuck around that evening and I didn't get a chance to smooth things over with her and make sure she was all right. I'd done some homework in the meantime about S and M and realized I had tried to make her feel like shit instead of exploring a sexual position of power which we could both participate and enjoy. I wished there was a way I could make it up to her.
I quickly sent a text to Alice asking her to do me a favor and get Shiela's address so I could send her an apology note and a spa package gift that i assumed she'd enjoy on a day off from the gym.
I wanted prom to be an amazing night for my sister, and since I hadn't gone to my own last year, I was even more excited. I rented a tux, bought a yellow corsage that would match her dress, and made sure there were some energy drinks and liquor in the fridge.
Prom night was finally happening and I could hardly control myself from getting an erection thinking about what my sister's naked wet body looked like as she was taking a shower. I wanted to barge in and hold her against the shower door while I explored her delicious body.
'Text mom and dad!' She yelled from the bathroom. We had given into our parents' insistence that they come to our place and take pictures of us both dressed up.
They were on their way and as I got up from the couch to make drinks in the kitchen I spied through a crack in Alice's door as she was shimmying into a tight black and red dress. She looked amazing with her long eyelashes and I could see her checking out her own ass in the mirror, enjoying her own curves apparently.
She joined me in the kitchen for a quick shot of vodka to settle our nerves.
'I thought you were wearing the yellow dress? This corsage doesn't match.' I said, feeling like this night wasn't going as smoothly as I hoped.
She lifted her miniskirt an inch and I saw her tiny bright yellow panties barely covering her tiny slit. Seeing the smooth skin of her pussy on the sides of her panties made me want to hoist her up in the counter and bury my face under her skirt and skip the dance.
'Don't worry Patrick, the flower matches my panties.' She said with a cute wink.
'To my handsome brother, the most thoughtful, caring guy I've ever met and hope tonight I can make a night he won't forget.'
We took a shot and I poured another.
'To my beautiful step sister, who will never fully understand how lucky I feel that we've become so close lately."
As we swallowed the shot the doorbell rang and I let my parents in.
After a few minutes of watching my stepdad George gushing over how amazing Alice looked I suggested we take the pictures and get it over with. I was anxious to get rid of them and get on with night.
'Come here sweetie,' George instructed Alice. 'I just want to tell you how proud we are of both of you. Come sit on my lap.'
She reluctantly did and he began talking about how he's so happy for this new chapter in our lives and how thankful he is that I've been able to get Alice out of her shell and was able to unwrap this beautiful present of a girl and share her with the world. At this point he was kind of rambling and I got the feeling he was just stalling to keep Alice on his lap. He leaned his face forward into her hair and took a deep breath. Then as he kissed her neck and told her again how proud he was I noticed her shifting awkwardly and jumped off his lap.
'Ok! I think maybe we all have a drink and get going?' She seemed really embarrassed by her dad and wanted to get them out of the house as much I did.
Shirley positioned us the way she wanted and Goerge got his camera ready.
After what felt like a thousand photos George wanted a picture of Alice jumping up into my arms. At only 5'3" it was easy for me to scoop her up and with one arm under her back and the other under her knees I could hold her out horizontally like a platter. I could tell George wanted her in this position to get a good angle up her skirt and feeling generous I went along with it. He got a bunch more pics of her and I was happy to be holding all her weight in my hands and allowing one hand to accidentally brush up and even grab her small breast and the other to run up a little too high up her thigh. She gave me a few knowing looks that implied I better knock it off while our parents were around.
My dad insisted that they drop us off and while I wanted to just get an Uber and have some privacy, and my sister all to myself at last, I relented and we got in the car.
He was so proud of his new car I wasn't surprised he wanted to drive us to the dance. It was a brand new Porsche Taycan, seating for four. As we got in the back seat Alice had a worried expression
and said we had to make a quick stop. We pulled up to an apartment complex and standing outside was what looked like a super model, in high black heels and a short blue mini skirt. As she approached the car I realized it was Shiela from the other night.
"Wow Shiela, um so glad to see you again, I thought you might've been pissed about, well, you know." I stammered and mumbled and just hoped she didn't hold a grudge or even hate me.
"Well ya that was interesting and weird but water under the bridge ya know? And by the way, it's Sophie, I used a made up name cause I didn't really feel comfortable at the party and wanted to stay kind of anonymous."
Shirley, who luckily couldn't hear our conversation said 'Well someone would have to sit on Patrick's lap."
Sophie overheard my mom and quickly said 'I don't mind,' and jumped in sitting on my lap and said her hellos to our parents.
With my heart racing with nerves she leaned toward my sister and kissed her on the cheek. Her hair smelled amazing and she turned her head toward me and said, "Your present was really sweet, Patrick, I hope you don't mind if I tag along tonight, your sis mentioned the dance while we were working out a few days ago and I begged her to let me come. I've never been to one of these, and she said you hopefully wouldn't mind."