(All characters are over 18)
My brother and I used to be close; best friends even. When we were little the age difference just didn't matter so much. Four years? That was nothing. We'd play little games together in the backyard, me always chasing him into some hiding place and him laughing until I could see tears on his cheeks. His name's Wyatt, I should probably tell you. I guess while we're on the subject, my name is Clara, I'm 22 but basically 40. I mean, I have my own credit card and everything, I have an apartment in New York City and I pay for my own cell phone. I'm an adult by all practical standards.
Anyway. Where was I? Oh right— Wyatt. Okay, so Wyatt and I were best friends. We'd have little sleepovers when we were young, and whenever he'd cry when our parents would yell at him, I'd comfort him. See? I'm a nice sister. I took care of him. I used to sneak him dessert when he'd get in trouble and they'd send him to his room.
You'd think with all that we'd be close now right? Well, guess what. We're not. We barely talk. It's weird. I try to text him like once a month, and he'll just give me nothing back. He just finished high school and I'm like, a little worried about him. He's never had a girlfriend (or boyfriend for that matter). He doesn't talk about dating or anything and I don't even think he's kissed anyone. I mean, as for me, couldn't be further from that. Let's just say, I have fun. I mean come on! I live in New York, I'm on the apps, and if I can be honest without sounding like full of myself, I'm kinda hot. I know I'm supposed to be modest and whatever but I do know I'm pretty blessed in the looks department. Not even joking when I tell you that I get asked to model like once a month by some rando art director on the street.
Okay I bet you want to know what I look like? So I have blondish hair that I dyed pink in some places, and it's pretty long. Like below my collarbones at least. People always tell me I have really puffy full lips, which I have to thank my mom for I guess. I'm white, but not pasty or anything. Pretty thin because I'm also a big time runner. I do a half marathon like two or three times a year. Runners always have pretty small butts but I never let that happen. My butt juts out. It's round. So even though I'm super thin my butt is defined, which I'm pretty fucking proud of. Don't get me wrong, I work on it. But still, some people do squats all day every day and their asses are just nothing special. I'm tall, like 5'10. I know I'm lucky there. I'd hate to be short. I have pretty long legs that are super toned, especially my quads. Google runner's quads if you want to see what I'm talking about. I have pretty nice tits too. They could be better. I always wish they were bigger, but no one's complained so far. I'm a 34C, though my right boob is slightly larger. No one else notices but I always do. It kind of annoys me, but whatever.
So yeah, I'm hot. I go on tons of dates and have my fun. But my brother Wyatt kind of worries me. He doesn't have a ton of friends and he just isn't out there in the dating department. I always try to talk to him about it but he blows me off, just shuts down the conversation every time. I don't know what else to do. I feel a little responsible you know? Like he's my little brother. I can't imagine being 18 and not dating anyone or kissing anyone and then going off to college.
So this is how I got into my current predicament, I'd say. Don't worry, I'll tell you all about my problem later. So I was texting Wyatt during the summer. Just like, how are you, how does it feel to graduate, blah blah blah. Of course he gave me like nothing back. He's so boring over text! But I was determined to try and talk to him about dating and stuff before he went to college. Mom and dad weren't going to, I knew that. Finally I just gave up until it hit me: maybe he just needs to come to the city, and we can have some fun here together. Then maybe he'll relax a little and we can talk. So I invited him to stay with me for a week in my apartment. I live with another girl, Sammy, who's a little older than me. She said she wouldn't mind. I told him he didn't have to hang out with me but could just get out of our boring as fuck home town and have some fun on his own in the city. That seemed to work.
So fast forward, a few weeks later there he was at Grand Central Station, just getting off a train. He looked messy and pretty miserable, I thought. Wearing his wrinkled cargo pants and a graphic tee shirt for some TV show he liked. I made a mental note: get him some better clothes while he's here. I went over to him and hugged him hard. It was like hugging a statue. He didn't move really. As I pulled away from the hug my button-up top got caught on the strap of his cross-body bag, and my top just pulled down. I laughed and moved towards him, trying to free the button, and noticed him staring hard at my cleavage. So he's probably not gay, I thought.
"How was the train in? Crowded?" I asked cheerfully.
"Yeah. It was fine."
"Did you talk to anyone? Meet any fun strangers?"
"What? No. That's dumb."
"That's not dumb, that's the fun part of going on a train! You can meet someone randomly. I get a lot of dates that way."
"Well I'm not getting dates on the train like you." He sounded bitter. This was definitely a clue to me.
I sprung for a cab to get us home faster. He slumped in the corner the whole ride. I tried to get him to chat or look at me, but nothing.
"So... what do you want to do this week? We can do literally anything you want." I nudged him in the rib.
"Ow. I don't care. Whatever you want."
"Maybe we could hang with some of my friends tonight? We're planning to go to a fun show in the city."
"I don't know, maybe..." he trailed off, staring at his phone and scrolling through Instagram.
I gave up and we sat silently the rest of the way. So what I didn't tell him was that this was a burlesque show we had tickets for. The chicks in these shows get like, almost naked, and act super sexy. I figured this would be something totally mind blowing for my little brother, and maybe a great way to loosen him up.
That night, my three friends came over before the show. We all had a few beers and I passed one to Wyatt. He tried to say no but when my friend Jenny gave him one, he abandoned his whole moody thing and actually almost smiled. Interesting, I noted. Jenny always makes people feel relaxed and brings like a ton of energy to everything. She's friendly, flirty, and pretty self-confident. She was wearing a shimmery silk cami and tiny black shorts. I watched Wyatt eyeing her chest and her ass whenever she got up. Her tits were smaller than mine but she always, and I mean always, wore a push up bra. Her ladies were totally out there on display. I wondered if Wyatt had a boner watching her. I know that sounds weird to say but like, I want my brother to get laid someday, you know?
I should say that I also was dressed pretty hot. White crop top, pretty low cut, and black leather wet look pants. My stomach was uncovered so you could see my tattoo, it's Donald Duck as a pirate. Don't ask me why, it's a long story. I sat next to Wyatt on the couch and noticed he let his arm brush against my stomach a few times. I figured that beer was starting to chill him out. He even laughed a little so that was a good sign.
We all took a cab over and I sat on his lap on the way there, so the four of us could fit in the backseat. I'll be honest, we were all pretty buzzed, laughing a lot and being so fucking loud. Wyatt even seemed to be smiling so that was great news for me. I leaned back on him every time I laughed.
My other friend Ava noticed this. "Aw. You guys are so cute!"
"I knowwwwww, aren't we?" I dug into him as I said this, hoping to annoy him but make him laugh.
"Stoppppp!" He said but I looked at him, he was still smiling.
"Hug meeeee..." I put his arm around my stomach and rested my head on his shoulder, pretending to nuzzle him. I was surprised that he actually hugged me back, pulling me into him. This was starting to work!
The show was exactly what I hoped for: steamy, fun, and dark. I knew Wyatt had never seen anything like this. I got him a drink and we all stood in a group near the stage, watching the dancers tease and strip down to just covered nipples.
"Having fun?" I poked him as I saw him like locked onto this dancer's exposed tits.
"This is pretty awesome," he said, not looking at me but his face made this kind of open-mouthed wonder look. I felt proud. I hugged him from the side and laid my head on his shoulder for a second.
I got bold. "I bet you wanna fuck her?"
He stopped gaping and looked at me, smile fading, eyebrows furrowed. "What? I'm just watching the show!"
"Wyatt, it's okay! She's hot. I'd do her!"
