"Please help me remember... Did I warn you about this?"
"...Yeah."
"And did you listen?"
"No."
"And did that do you any good?"
"No."
"But when you don't listen to me it usually works out fine for you, doesn't it?"
"No...Will this go on for long or are you planning to help me anytime soon?"
"Now, isn't that the nicest way of asking me to clean up after you, as usual."
"FINE! Would you please, PLEASE, help me with my sunburn?"
I sighed. It had always been this way between us. I warned her about doing something stupid and she always ended up doing it anyway. You would think listening to your big brother isn't so hard, but it was like it was impossible for her. Now it wouldn't have bothered me that much if I wasn't the one who had to fix everything each time she did something without thinking. Our parents, God knows why, seemed to think that it's my job to take care of my sister, no matter how hard the task may come.
And hell, was it hard. When she was small, she was one of those reckless tree-climbing but clumsy as hell tomboy. I can't remember how many times I had to climb up myself and get her down when she cried when remembering that everything that goes up must come down. I thought that my job would be easier when she got older. She sure stopped climbing onto trees, but that's probably only because her boobs got in the way. She had found a brand new way of getting in trouble, she just went and became the hottest chick in town. Perfect figure and silhouette, great tits, an ass to die for, not that I was glancing at it, but I would have to be blind not to notice. She sure lost her crybaby side, only to replace it with big puppy eyes she had absolutely no shame using when the situation needed it. Never to get out of trouble herself though, no. Only on me, for me to clean up her mess. It's not like I had the choice anyway, but she enjoyed pretending that I was doing her a favor.
So here we were. Of course I had warned her that, with her pale skin, putting sunscreen only once before going to the beach wasn't enough. Of course she had said that she would be fine and that I worried too much. Of course she came back with the most crimson back I had ever seen. And, of course, I was the one who had to fix that.
"Get the biafine and --that tube on the table- and some milk and a napkin."
"That thing is brand new, isn't it?"
"Well, something told me that I would need it by the end of the day so I went to the drugstore I bought it. I wonder why I was worried though, you sounded so sure when you left this morning."
"Yeah, right, be a smartass." ,she said when coming back with everything. "Now, what do I have to do with all this?"
"What do you..." ,I rolled my eyes at how clueless she could be sometimes. "Well, dear sister, you just have to pass that lotion on your whole back for starters, easy right?"
"Damn, I get it! You have to pass me the lotion! Why do you need to be such a jerk about this?"
"Cause if I have to fix it every time you do something stupid, I sure as hell don't have to do it nicely as well. Damn, Gwen, I won't always be there to clean up your mess."
"I know that..."
"Like hell you do! Would we be in this situation if you did?"
"..."
"Right. Now lie on the couch and let's get over with this."
She gave up and let herself fall loudly on the couch, probably pouting but I couldn't care less. I took the biafine and straddled her. I poured a good amount of the product directly on her back.
"Hey! First, what's this?"
"It's perfect for burns and irritations. Exactly what we need right now, in shorts."
"Do you have to put on so much?"
"Do I?" ,I lightly flicked her red skin with my fingers.
"Ouch!"
"Oh? Maybe I'll put some more."
"Jerk!"
"You already said that."
I put down the biafine and started rubbing it all over her back.
"Ouch! Be gentle, Tom!"
"Oh but wouldn't it be a much better lesson if I made it painful?"
"Please?" There! Puppy eyes. I was wondering when she would end up using them. She was just waiting for the best moment to show her trump card. As hard as I tried, I knew I couldn't resist. So I slowed down my rubbing and started massaging her back gently.
"Thanks."
"Whatever."
I sighed with exasperation noticing how hot her skin was. She got off lucky once more. A little more and we would have been in a hospital room by now.
While I was slowly rubbing her back, I realized how smooth her skin felt. It was pretty amazing to search for imperfections without finding any. My anger quickly cooled down as I was exploring her perfect back with my hands. I stroked her neck and went slowly all the way down to her hips. I was amazed by how tantalizing her curves were, even with a ridiculously red back. I stroked all the way back to her neck and she sighed deeply. I felt her body relax completely while I was rubbing her shoulders lightly. At one point my fingers got caught up in her swimsuit top and when I got them off, she just reached for the knot with her hands and undid it without a word. She lifted her body up a bit, took off the piece of clothing and threw it on the floor. I didn't say anything, even when I saw the side of her breast dangerously sticking out on the side when her weight pressed her naked boobs on the couch. I was sweating a lot, the heat from her body soon had me suffocating and I took off my shirt. I went back to rubbing the medicine, knowing perfectly that I should have been done a while ago. I tried to ignore how tight my pants were starting to feel and applied the biafine, focusing on where her the swimsuit previously was. I got reckless and started rubbing her side, dangerously close to her breast. She didn't say a word, nor indicated that I was doing something wrong so I got even bolder and brushed she side of her breasts for a few seconds. I nearly came in my pants when she suddenly cooed and quickly stopped fooling around and started to get off her.
"Hey, my legs and thighs got burned too." ,she said looking back at me, almost flashing me her boobs. Was she so careless around boys?
