It was just my brother Mark and me at home. Mum and Dad were both away on holiday. We were supposed to be getting on with college work as we prepared to go to university. I am 18 and Mark is 19, having done a gap year, so we were both in that in-between stage.
I mean I like Mark- he's pretty good for a brother. He's a bit stern sometimes and I love to tease him, but he's basically okay. And he's dishy - above average height, slim and quite fit, with shortish wavy light brown hair. He says I'm quite neat too, when he's in a mood to pay compliments.
I looked round the door into his room.
'Hey Mark! Can I come in?'
'Hi, Sadie. Yeah come in.'
He was lying on his tummy on his bed, with his laptop propped up in front of him. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. He's got a shapely bum, I thought, not for the first time.
'I thought I'd go out and get us a bottle of wine for this evening,' I said.
'Good idea,'
'Do you want to come?'
'No. I'd better get on with this.'
'Okay,' I said, and swatted him on the bum.
'Ouch! What was that for?' he said hurling a shoe at me as I disappeared through the door. 'I'll get you later'' he muttered as I rushed down stairs. As I said I like teasing him.
The trouble with my going out to get the wine of course was that I had no money. No matter! His jacket was hanging in the hall, and I reached into his inside pocket to find his wallet. Looking round to check he wasn't watching I lifted a few quid from it. After all he was going to drink the wine so he could hardly object to paying for it, could he?
It was a short bike ride to the supermarket, and I had stolen enough money from Mark to buy three bottles. No point in going short, I thought! It was white wine, so when I returned I put it in the fridge, and laid the table.
Then I went back up stairs and quietly pushed open Mark's door.
'Can I come in?'
'Only if you promise not to attack me,' he said.
'I promise,' I said going in, 'I've got the wine.' He was still lying on his tummy on the bed.
'Good,' he said.
'I'm sorry I whacked you on the bottom.'
'Hmm,' he grunted, 'well I'm not sure I've forgiven you.'
I put my hand on the back of his thigh, and moved it up and down. He didn't say anything.
'Shall I rub it better?'
'What do you mean?'
'Shall I rub your bum better?'
'You're a pervert!' he said. I continued moving my hand up his thigh.
'I'm sure I can make it better.' I placed my hand onto his jeans clad buttocks.
'I'm still going to have to punish you,' he said in a low voice. My hand was moving gently over his bum.
'What for?' I said. I sat myself down on top of his legs facing his bottom so he couldn't move easily. I continued stroking him.
'Because you're naughty'
'Am I?' I said. I put both hands on his bum and stroked it some more.
'Yes,' he said, 'You're incorrigible.'
'I don't know what that means,' I said 'I don't think you do either.' I took my hands from his bum and began to pull at his tee shirt to reveal his back.
He squirmed round and tried to push me off.
'What are you doing Sadie? I'm your brother not your toy!'
'You enjoy it. You like being my toy!'
He squirmed some more and pushed me off. I ran out of the room laughing before he could hurl anything at me.
Mark had calmed down by the time we came to our evening meal. It was an easy to prepare instant lasagne, and the wine went with it nicely. I decided not to tease him any more, at least for the moment. We reminisced over the games we used to play when we were kids. We had had our daily bath together up until I was 11 and he was 12. I remember being quite jealous of him because he had a willie. I had wanted to touch it, and well....it is a good job mum had decided we were too old to continue sharing a bath after that.
'Well Mark,' I said,' do you want to share a bath again, as mum and dad are away?'
'You're a pervert,' he said.
'No I'm not! That's not pervy.'
'Yes it is. You should get a boy friend.'
'Don't want one!' I said, feeling suddenly sulky, ' all the boys I meet are awful!'
'Is that right?'
'Any way, why haven't you got a girlfriend?'
'Same reason, I suppose. They are all awful.' He sighed and we lapsed into silence.
'Your problem is that you'll never meet anyone as lovable, intelligent and beautiful as your sister!' I announced. He laughed.
'You?' he said smiling. 'I certainly don't expect to meet an as pervy and naughty as my sister.'
'You know you like it.'
'I haven't punished you yet for being naughty earlier. Come here.' He stood up and grabbed me by the wrist. I struggled to get free.
'Bend over,' he commanded. I stopped struggling and bent over sticking out my bum. I was wearing tight jeans and a cotton top.
'Say it,' he commanded.
'Say what?'
'Say you've been naughty.'
'I've been naughty.'
'And perverted.'
'I've been naughty and perverted.'
'And you deserve to have your bottom smacked.'
I sighed.
'I've been naughty and perverted and I deserve to have my bottom smacked.'
'It's a very pretty bum,' he said. I was pleased by that.
'I've been naughty and perverted and I deserve to have my very pretty bum smacked.'
He laughed then he gave me a sharp smack with the flat of his hand. It hurt.
'Ouch!' But then he stopped. I was expecting more than one smack. I left my bottom sticking out. I felt obscurely disappointed.
'Is that all?'
'Why are you planning to be more naughty and perverted?'
I smiled to myself. He hadn't noticed the money I had taken.
'Do you want to take that bath now?' I said. He groaned.
'You know we can't.'
'Why not?'
'Because we are brother and sister, and grown up!'
'So if we weren't brother and sister you'd want to would you?'
He looked exasperated. 'Let's clear up and then we can watch a DVD.'
'Okay. Have we got anything nice and sexy?'
'Sadie! Calm down. We've got this feature length French cartoon. It 's supposed to be good.'
And it was. I cuddled up with Mark on the settee and we drank some more wine. I managed to get through the evening without being naughty. I thought I'd leave that until tomorrow.
It was warm and sunny in the morning. I decided to wear a high waist dress. It is quite short and shows my legs off quite well. I've got quite nice legs, and I wondered if Mark would notice them.
He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I felt obliged to get on with some college work. At least for a bit.
Eventually when I couldn't wait any longer I decided to visit him.
'Can I come in Mark?'
'Yeah, sure.'
He was lying on the bed on his tummy again using his laptop. I looked at his bare legs. They are quite smooth for a boy's. Would he mind if I put my hand on the back of his leg?
There was a picture on his screen.
'Mum and dad have sent us an email and some pics. Look!'
They were on holiday with our aunt and uncle, and some cousins. They'd gone to a Greek island. It had been a last minute thing and no space for us two. I sighed. I put my hand on Mark's leg as I leaned over to look at the picture. It showed mum and dad on a beach, in their cossies. Mum had on a bikini, and dad had on swimming trunks.
'They look like they're having a good time,' I said.
'Hmm they do! They look quite good don't they? I mean they are in pretty good shape for forty year olds.'
I moved my hand up his leg. He didn't say anything. I leant closer so that my face was next to his.
'People say we look like them.' I stroked his leg.
'Yes, they do.'
'Do you think we do?' I moved my hand further up his leg.