I should've known that when my hot shot older brother came back from his sixth year in college that things would be exactly the same, well maybe not exactly the same. I am six years younger than he is. Over the six years that he's been away I have grown up quite a bit. My hips filled out as well as my breasts. After years of dancing my legs have become strong and perfectly shaped. My stomach toned and my ass firmed and became round.
The bus ride home from school was complete hell. I did not want to go home. It was Brian's first trip home for the year. Christmas vacation was always darkened by his presence. Walking home from my bus stop I began to reminisce of Christmas last year when I caught him looking at me. This was not a brotherly look at all. It kind of scared me I suppose. Finally I reached home. Noticing no car in the driveway I bounced into the house hoping I was all alone. I dropped my bag in the hall and stripped my heavy coat from my body. Ascending the stairs my skirt bounced against the back of my thighs. All I wanted to do was get out of this skirt and get into my comfortable boxers.
After dressing I went back down stairs to get some juice before heading to my office in the basement. I entered the kitchen barefoot grabbing the carton of grape juice and taking it down stairs with me. Plopping down into the leather chair, I crossed my fishnet-clad legs tapping my foot as I started the computer. I plugged in my headphones and turned up my music up so I wouldn't be disturbed.
Brian put his warm hand on my bare shoulder. I jumped and almost fell out of my chair. Dragging the headphones from my ears I got up.
"Fucker what was that for?" I asked pushing his shoulder back.
"Hey sis. How you been lately?" His eyes traveling the length of my body down to my bare feet. "What's with the black?" His left eyebrow raised as a smirk spread across his face.
"I happen to like black thank you very much." I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.
I turned off my music and grabbed my juice trotting up stairs. He followed me as I put the juice back.
"You know mom's gonna yell at you for that."
"So fucking what? Why do you care if I get yelled at anyway?"
" Cause. What's with the attitude?"
"Whatever. I have homework." I grabbed my backpack and went upstairs.
Once inside my room I pulled out my Chemistry notebook and began doing my three-page lab assignment. I could hear someone come into the house. My parents were home.