Just days after my big brother and I had moved to California, I found myself a part-time job. In high school, I had worked part-time at a local family-owned video store, and I found a similar job in Berkeley. The only differences were the location, and the fact that this particular store was owned by a divorced childless woman and not a full family.
The video store itself was within easy walking distance of our apartment building, and the clientele was largely students from the surrounding neighborhoods. There was a bit for me to learn – a different store layout, of course, but also different opening and closing procedures and a different cash register program – but I learned it all rather quickly and put in as many hours as I possibly could before classes were to begin. The owner even called my previous bosses and was well pleased with their response, resulting in my being granted one of the most coveted shifts in terms of pay: Saturday closing.
One nice thing about this particular job was that everyone was paid weekly, not every two weeks, which the owner said made things easier on her. It was also a nice thing for the employees – all college students, with the exception of one high school student – to have a more "steady" stream of income instead of waiting every other week. To be honest, my big brother and I could have easily bypassed working given the size of our savings accounts and stock portfolios created by our parents just after we were born, but I definitely did not want to deplete my savings unless absolutely necessary, and my big brother felt the same.
Because I started mid-week, I had to wait to paydays to receive my first paycheck. It happened to be on Saturday night, when the owner gave me my check prior to the start of my shift. "Don't spend it all in one place!" she advised with a wink and a smile as she handed it to me, and I laughed along with her, for I already knew how I planned to spend at least part of the paycheck.
After class on Monday, I sought out a lingerie store. I did not have anything particular in mind in terms of what I would specifically buy; I only knew that I wanted to surprise my forbidden lover with something sexy that night. Just seeing all the possibilities and thinking of my big brother undressing me was making me wet, and I had to fight with myself to keep the impending smile off my face.
When I finally returned to the apartment, however, I allowed myself to smile openly.
*****
After dinner and a long cuddle while watching TV, my big brother went to his bedroom to start his first college assignment: an opinion paper on a particular article posted to the course Web site. Fortunately, I did not have any assignments following my first day of college, so I instead retired to my own bedroom to prepare for my forbidden lover's surprise.
In time, I looked at myself in the mirror, quite pleased at the young woman looking back at me. All I wore was a black mesh crotchless teddy which left nothing to the imagination. Small embroidered red roses circled each cup of the thin garment, effectively decorating each breast. A small red bow rested atop the mons, adding additional decoration. The thong-style back felt odd, having something nestled between my lower cheeks, but it also felt sexy in itself. The teddy had no back, only a series of thin straps to ensure the mesh front would stay affixed to my front... until properly exposed by a specific person.
As I watched myself in the mirror, I brushed my hair until it felt rather fluffy as it tumbled down my exposed upper back, then added just a subtle hint of rouge to my cheeks. Then, figuring that my big brother would eventually come looking for me once he had completed his assignment, I lit a few candles in my bedroom, turned off the light, and stretched out on my back upon the bed. My legs parted to reveal the crotchless nature of the teddy, my hands resting palms-up on either side of my head in the universal symbol of surrender, I waited, closing my eyes and trying to anticipate my forbidden lover's reaction to seeing me like this.
"For me?"
I slowly opened my eyes and smiled, seeing my big brother standing in the doorway, nude with the exception of his usual black briefs, with his eyes wide and his grinning face practically glowing. "For you, big brother," I replied softly.
Already, I could see a stirring within the briefs my forbidden lover wore as he slowly approached the bed in the dim candlelight. He finally sat on the bed, looking me over once again before bending down to kiss me. While it was a struggle, I kept my arms in their surrender position, only moving my lips to kiss him even though I wanted to pull him on top of me, feel his weight pressing me into the bed.
He at last sat up again, openly admiring me, admiring the see-through teddy, as he stroked my thigh. "When did you buy this?"
"Today," I answered, "after class. I felt it would be a good way to spend part of the first paycheck."
His hand slid up my thigh to the base of my torso, a finger slipping through the thin garment to gently stroke along my moistening folds. "You realize that you may as well be naked right now, don't you?"
"Then you'd better undress me if you really want me to be truly naked for you," I returned with a soft laugh.
He actually thought about that for a few moments, his finger finally penetrating my body. "Not quite yet," he said, perhaps more to himself than to me. He slipped a second finger inside me, then a third finger, then pressed his thumb against my clitoris, then closed his hand as if he was squeezing a rubbery toy ball.
I had to admit, that felt really, really good. I closed my eyes and sighed softly, my lips parted. My hands still had not moved from their surrender position, and I was beginning to wonder if my big brother understood why my hands were by my head.
