You slowly close the front door after saying "so long" to your parents who were leaving for the entire weekend. You didn't like it, but, being 19 and the elder child, you were put in charge of watching the house, and your younger brother, Al.
This really pissed you off. He shouldn't need a sitter, and it really screwed up your plans for the weekend. You heard him upstairs in his room playing his music, so you headed up to lay down some ground rules. When you opened his door, you saw him lying there on his bed, listening to his music. You could understand why your parents didn't want to leave him unchaperoned.
Sure he just turned 18, but he looked 20 or 21. Tall, blond, well built from sports, and good looking; the girls fall all over him. Even your girlfriends have asked how old he was as they looked at him as if they'd like to get him in the sack. Looking at him now, lying there in just his shorts, you could understand why.
He looked up with those bedroom eyes, and saw you, and said, "hi Sharly. How’s it going?"
"The folks have left, and while their gone I'm in charge. So no girls over, and no late nights out. That's an order!"
"From who? Mom and dad?"
"No! From me. I know you, and how you are with girls, and there won't be any of that going on this weekend."
You gave him one last look, as he shifted over on his side. Your eyes traveling below his waist, you noticed his bulge. Feeling a little stirring inside, that you knew was wrong, you turned and left, hoping he hadn't noticed.
As you were leaving you heard him holler out, "well what if I go out anyway?"
You called back, "you won't! Even if I have to tie you up."
You chuckled to yourself as you heard his, "yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you."
You went on down stairs to watch some TV, hoping to get that itchy feeling out of your body. You had changed into your short nighty and sat there, relaxed with your feet up on the coffee table in a very open position watching TV. Al came down and sat across from you still wearing just his shorts.
"Wow. Nice legs sis," he remarked, which didn't help the turmoil you were feeling inside already. You knew that you should close your legs a little, but that would only tell him that his remark bothered you. Besides, from his position, he couldn't see you weren't wearing any panties, so you just pretended to ignore him. All the while your itch was increasing, and you could feel moisture starting to form on your labia, and run down the crack of your ass.
‘God, what a brat,’ you thought. ‘I wish he'd just go back upstairs.’
Suddenly, Al sat up and said that he was going upstairs to shower and go out with the guys. With that said, he got up and left. You called after him that he'd better not or else, but all you got back was a "yeah, right." You sat there listening to the shower run, imagining him standing there under the water: naked, and muscular, soaping himself.