Thank you for taking the time to read this piece, it is my very first work in this area so I hope you enjoy it.
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Richard had had enough. He put down his pen and rested his face in his hands. The answer sheets in front of him were only half-filled, and it was already past noon. He sighed deeply, closing the book. As if to accentuate every movement he made the creaking of floorboards kept ringing out, interrupting his train of thought. After a short while he stood up and opened his door, walking the few steps to the living room that was adjacent.
"Just because mom and dad are gone you're not alone in the house, you damn lunatic."
In front of him, standing for the moment still in the spacious living room was a teenaged girl, her shoulder-length hair dyed pink, and a look of incredulity on her face.
"Oh sorry, did I disturb my big brother's studying? Since that's the only activity he seems to care about?" She gave him a teasing grin as she turned around, her athletic body on display.
Luna had turned 18 little more than a month ago, and it showed. Her sports bra was of the bigger variety, framing her d-cup chest, and her wide hips holding up the yoga pants.
Richard groaned. "You know that the floor creaks, so why in the hells do you have to do your work-out in the living room?" He scratched the back of his head.
Luna looked at him as if he had asked why water is wet. "Because it has the biggest space in the house, duh. I'm nearly done, so my grumpy brother won't have to put up with it for much longer." She gave him a smile, her amber brown eyes glimmering.
He groaned, trying not to look at her. "You're not going to stop it, are you? I'm going to have to deal with it for the entire two weeks our parents are away, aren't I?"
She grinned. "Well, I have to take advantage of such a golden opportunity. Surely you can understand that? I mean, if you could, you would be training your wooden sword-thingy in here as well."
Richard sighed deeply. "For the eightieth time, it's called Kendo. And no, I wouldn't, because I'm considerate. I try to not bother other people, unlike the lunatic in front of me."
During the years he had repeatedly wondered if his sister had actually been born insane. Since their mother gave birth to her during a lunar eclipse they thought it cute to name their new daughter Luna. Richard had during most of their childhood called her "the lunatic", since she seemed to have zero inhibitions when it came to certain things. He was the calm, collected, and studious one. She on the other hand, had tried a dozen different sports and part-time jobs, not sticking to any for long. The aerobics in the living room was only her latest fad, and would fade in short order. Not quickly enough for him though.
She waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Whatever you want to call it. Now, is my brother going to stand there gawking or can I get back to my workout?"
Richard shook his head. "You do whatever you want. I'm going to the store for some quiet time. Don't tear down the house while I'm gone."
Luna smiled innocently. "Nothing so destructive, brother dear. Pick me up some juice will you?"
Richard sighed, putting on his shoes and thin jacket before heading out, just needing to get away from his little sister.
The next day followed much the same routine. After breakfast and his regular warm-up exercises outdoors, Richard had confined himself to his room, trying to get any amount of studying done. It was all extra work, but he wanted to make an effort. Shortly after noon the familiar creaking sounds reached him again and he had lost his patience. He exited the room in a hurry, walking over to where his tormentor was. Luna was for the moment doing jumping jacks, but that was not what caught his attention. Instead of her sports bra from yesterday she was wearing a regular one, which accentuated her chest a lot more, her breasts bouncing slightly as she jumped. He stood frozen for several seconds before he coughed.
His sister turned around, sweat running down her body. "Something wrong, brother dear?" She smiled, running a hand through her pink hair.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. "Wrong? Where did your sports bra go?"
Luna sighed. "It broke. Apparently the size was not quite right, and my work-out strained it. I had to resort to my normal bra." She looked at him. "Is that a problem?"
"It's just not proper." He sighed deeply. "Whatever, just don't keep going too long. I'm going to take a bath."
Richard turned around and headed towards the bathroom. As he was tapping up his water he looked at himself in the mirror. He was not bad-looking, athletic body, above 6 feet tall with blonde short hair and a square jaw with some stubble invading the chin. As he was about to get in, his eyes focused on the member between his legs. He shook his head as he stepped into the bath. He could've sworn that it had been closer to erection than it should be, but he dismissed it. Nothing had been around to get him hot and bothered after all.
The third day, Richard had anticipated his sister's workout and gone out on a jog by himself. If she wasn't going to stop, he just had to avoid the house during those hours. After a refreshing run he stepped into the house and closed the door, eager to sit back and relax for a bit. Those hopes were shattered the second he heard his sister's voice.
"Brother dear, could you help me? I want you to watch something."
Richard groaned, not wanting to put up with his sister's shenanigans but he relented. The other option was her not ceasing to bother him since their parents weren't home to keep her in check. "What is it this time?"
Luna was sitting in the couch, a remote control twirling between her fingers. "You work out a lot, so you know how one is supposed to look. If one uses the right muscles and such. So I want you to watch this thing with me." She clicked a button, and on the screen she appeared.
Richard sat down, confused. "Are we going to watch you working out? You filmed yourself?"
