I'd waited so long to get the bitch where I wanted her.
"You gotta help me," she said, pleading from the other side of the door that I'd opened as far as the door chain would allow. "I'm your sister, for chrissake!"
"You've been using that one for years," I told her. "Hasn't worked so far. Why don't you just give it up?"
"PLEASE!" she pleaded, through the door. "I'll do anything!"
I pushed the door shut and unlatched the chain. When I swung it back open, Carisa was silently wiping the tears from her eyes.
She'd fucked up big time. She was already on mom and dad's shit list because they were paying excessive insurance rates because of her shitty driving. If they found out she had another speeding ticket, they probably would have banned her from using the car for the rest of her life. Or at least until she graduated in a couple months. Carisa's social life wouldn't allow such a thing. She needed $250 bucks from big brother so she could pay the fine and keep it all hush hush until the next insurance bill came. Carisa was a very short term planner.
Carisa and I never really got along, even when I used to live at home. She was always a bitch and as she grew and her body started taking on the proportions of a centerfold model, she got even bitchier. She knew what she had. Every guy and most of the girls in town wanted to get their hands on her. Now, at a tanned and toned 18 years of age, my little sister was the stuff of wet dreams. Even mine.
"You can't tell Mom and Dad," she said as I pulled some bills from my wallet and held them out in front of her.
"We'll see," I said.
"You CAN'T. This has to be our secret."
"Maybe we need to add another secret or two to the mix."
She looked at me with watery eyes. "What are you talking about?" She reached for the money but I pulled it away.
"Uh uh, you haven't earned it yet?"
"What do you want?"
I looked leeringly at her 36D's, rising and falling with her breath under her cheerleader sweater. Her eyes grew wide.
"You're sick," she said, turning and putting a hand on the doorknob. I put my hand on the door and leaned all my weight against it. She tugged a couple of times, then put her forehead on the door and sobbed quietly.
"You need the money," I told her, ruffling the bills next to her face. "Why should I be the only guy in town who hasn't tapped that?"
Carisa turned and swung her fists against my chest. I put both arms around her and pulled her close until she was sobbing quietly against me. My cock swelled. I could tell she felt it but she didn't move. Finally she looked up into my eyes.
"I'll give you a handjob," she said. "That's it."
"For $250? It would have to be a hell of a handjob."
"I can't fuck my own brother."
"Let's table that for a different discussion," I said. I took the bottom of her cheerleader sweater and began to pull it over her head. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, pinning the sweater against her. "Fine," I said. "Get the money from Dad."
I turned and started to put the money back in my wallet.
"No...wait."
Her voice was small. She wasn't used to losing.
I turned and watched as she slowly pulled the sweater over those gorgeous globes, held in place by a white sports bra. She started folding the sweater and I took if from her and threw it on my couch.
Carisa looked a little uncomfortable. "Shoes," I said, as I reached up to relock and latch the door.
She bent over and untied her tennis shoes and kicked them off. She worked her socks off with her feet.
"Turn around," I told her.
She did as I instructed and I reached out to unzip her short cheerleader skirt. I let it drop down her long, tanned legs.
My kid sister was now standing in front of me in a white sports bra and panties. My cock was straining against my jeans.
I pulled Carisa's long blond hair back off her shoulders. Her eyes met mine, looked away, flashed on my crotch, then back to my face. She turned and, with her back to me, slowly peeled the sports bra off her young body. She tossed it on the couch with her sweater.
When she turned back around, she had pressed her arm to her breasts, covering the nipples. I could see her soft flesh jiggle slightly and I realized her movements were a bit more animated. She was getting into it.
She put the pinkie finger from her other hand at the corner of her mouth and slowly lowered her arm. Her smooth pink aureole made a stark contrast to the white flesh of her breasts. I love tan lines on a woman. Carisa's were perfect.
Her mouth twitched in a half smile as she saw my reaction to her tits. Carisa loved to have eyes on her -- men's or women's.