Makoto absentmindedly flipped through the channels, trying to find something that interested her.
"Ugh, why isn't anything good ever on at 2:00?" she complained out loud to the television. She sat there, one hand resting her head and the other tapping away at the "change channel" button, until a familiar sound caused her ears to perk up. It was the school bus. Kyle was home from high school! Brushing her long, brown hair aside, she hopped up off the couch, and scurried to the door.
"Hey there, Lil' Bro!" she cheerfully called out as she swung it open. Makoto stood there smiling her usual big sister smile, expecting Kyle to come bounding into her arms for a welcome-home hug, like he usually did. Instead, however, her smile faded as she watched Kyle slowly trudge up to the door, hands in his pockets and his head hanging low.
"Um... Kyle?" she concernedly asked as he passed her by. Without even so much as looking in her direction, he depressedly climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
"Kyle? You okay, Lil' Bro?" she repeated, again garnering no response as he walked into his room, closing the door behind him.
Makoto looked ahead as she closed the front door. Something wasn't right. She and Kyle had practically been best friends ever since childhood. Makoto was the first child in the family, who came around before their mother had her first divorce. Their first father was Japanese, so he was responsible for Makoto's name, as well as her fluent grasp of the Japanese language as well. And while Kyle came around as a result of their mother's second marriage, that didn't make him any less important. He was still family, and family were meant to help each other!
Following her big sister instincts, she followed Kyle's path up to his bedroom door, and gingerly knocked on it.
"Who is it?" Kyle asked in a somber, flat tone. Makoto could hear the faint sound of the television from the other side of the door.
"It's me, Makoto," she answered. "Can I come in?"
"Sure. The door's unlocked," came the reply. Turning the
knob, she pushed it open, walked in, and closed it behind her.
Everything in Kyle's room was in order; nothing broken or on the floor, and Kyle was laying on his bed in the far corner of the room, watching TV. Walking over to his bed, she smiled at him and sat down on the edge.
"Hey, Kyle." Makoto said.
"Hey, Makoto," he responded.
"So, how was your day?" she asked.
"Mmm," Kyle grunted apathetically.
Makoto thought to herself, trying to think of something she could use to get a reaction from Kyle.
"What'cha watchin'?" she asked, looking at the TV.
"Some sitcom," Kyle replied, his voice and expression still refusing to change.
"Ah, interesting," Makoto muttered, trying to sound surprised. "So, how was school?" This was her chance to find out what was troubling her dear little brother. "You seem kinda down. Is there someone picking on you?" she continued, quizzically leaning in towards him.
"What? Er, no, there's nobody picking on me," he answered surprisedly, finally snapping out of his morass.
'Success!' Makoto cheered herself in her head. Now she only had to figure out what the problem was.
"Really?" she mused. "Then what happened?"
Kyle sighed to himself as he listed his series of grievances, counting them off on his fingers. "Well, first someone stole my lunch money, then I failed a quiz in Geometry, then I accidentally broke my phone case, and finally, I left my Government project at home." Kyle finished his list with another discontented sigh as he shut off the television.
"Man, that sounds rough." Makoto sympathized, offering her two cents as she reassuringly patted his shoulder. "Are you gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I just wasn't at my best today." Kyle responded, beginning to smile as he looked at Makoto. "I'll be back in the game tomorrow, just you wait and see!" he added, lightly chuckling.
That was the face that Makoto wanted to see. Her little brother, smiling his usual, sunny smile at her. Her adorable little brother, whom she loved more than anyone.
Makoto looked back at him, taking in what she saw. As she did, she remembered all of the reasons why she cared about him. He was smart, had an amazing sense of humor, was always optimistic, and was always ready to take a bullet for anyone he cared about. He was everything a big sister like her could hope to have.
Everything, and more.
Then Makoto had an idea.
"Say, Kyle..." she spoke, breaking the silence. "If you're still feeling down... I think I know something that might cheer you up."
"Oh? Is it a new car?" Kyle jokingly inquired, his interest piqued.
"Nuh-uh," Makoto answered, shaking her head. "Even better."
"Ooh, now I really wanna know!" Kyle was becoming increasingly interested, sitting straight up on the bed.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she interrupted, waggling her finger as she giggled. "First... cover your eyes."
"Aww, man! Okay." Kyle responded in fake annoyance, covering his eyes with his hands.
"And keep them covered until I say so!" she added. "No peeking~..."
Kyle perked up a bit at this last adage.
'Did her tone of voice change?' he thought to himself. He couldn't put a finger on it, but it almost sounded... playful. Teasing, even.
He didn't dwell on it too long, though, as he heard Makoto start humming to herself. He also faintly detected something else that sounded vaguely like rustling, but he couldn't be too sure, what with his eyes being covered and everything.
After about twenty seconds, Makoto spoke up, again with her playful, teasing voice.
"Okay, it's ready! You can look now..."
Kyle excitedly uncovered his eyes...
Only for his jaw to drop along with his arms.
Makoto was standing there, just like before he covered his eyes, only now, her pink shirt and jeans lay in a crumpled pile on the floor, leaving her standing there in front of him, wearing nothing but her white cotton bra and panties.
"So, Kyle? What do you think? Does this cheer you up?" she teased with a sexy giggle.
Kyle, meanwhile, was absolutely stunned. His brain practically shorted out from the sight. There was his sister, who was 21, only two years older than him, standing right in front of him, in his room, in nothing but her underwear.
"M-Makoto... You... Wha..."
"Shhhh..." Makoto shushed, placing a finger on Kyle's lips. "I know." she seductively whispered, removing her finger. "This body of mine... It's really something, isn't it?"
She leaned down, placing her hands on the bed, until her face was mere inches away from his.
"But I know, Kyle. I know what you want..." She could feel the heat from Kyle's heavy breathing hitting her face. The feeling only served to encourage her. Slowly, Makoto rose back to her feet.
"I know you want to see more... Right, Kyle?"
Kyle said nothing. He only sat there. Thinking to himself.
'Why is this happening?' This certainly wasn't a dream; he felt her finger on his lips. Now she was just standing there, gazing at him with a mixture of sisterly affection and womanly love.
She was... beautiful. Her legs were so clean-shaven, with such smooth, creamy skin. Her hips lovingly rocked from side to side, as if following some primal rhythm only she could hear. And her breasts? They were massive- bouncing, jiggling and swaying every time she swung her body in the other direction. She had to at least be an F cup. His sister had grown into such a beautiful woman.
And now, there she was.
Right there in front of him. Standing there, waiting, willing to do anything he want-
*SMACK!!!*
Kyle slapped himself in the face as hard as he possibly could. While it did leave a red, stinging handprint that would likely linger for a good few days, it also did its job of snapping him out of his sister-induced reverie.
'WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?!' his mind screamed with so much intensity that, had it been real, he and Makoto would both be deaf.
'She's my sister!! I can't be doing this!! What kind of brother am I?!?!'
He desperately clutched his head as millions of thoughts whizzed through his mind, like bullets from a minigun.
Makoto, on the other hand, only smiled to herself. She knew that she was getting through to him. She just had to keep pushing. Slowly, she took Kyle by the wrist with one hand while, with the other, she began to remove her bra.
'This is wrong on so many levels!' Kyle was still lost in his own mind, and didn't even notice Makoto taking one of his arms by the wrist. 'How will Mom look at me? There has to be a way out of this. I need to think of something fast, before-'
Kyle's train of thought came to a screeching halt as he felt his hand make contact with something soft. Soft, and very squishy. Without even a word, he turned to see that Makoto had placed his hand on one of her now-exposed breasts.
"You don't have to say anything," she whispered, taking his other hand. "Just let it happen."
Kyle looked ahead as his remaining hand was placed on Makoto's other breast, her hands locked on his wrists, holding them there. Even as he tried to resist, he felt his grip begin to tighten, eliciting a gentle, pleased moan from Makoto as his fingers sank into her ample chest.
"Does it... feel good for you... Kyle?" Makoto asked, her breath becoming ragged. She leaned her head back, and began using Kyle's hands to massage her breasts, as her mind was flooded with so many delightful thoughts.
She remembered all the time that the two of them spent together, thinking to herself why she loved him so much. His short, chocolate brown hair that matched hers, those sparkling hazel eyes, a captivating smile, and an enrapturing personality that tied it all up in one sweet little package.
