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Chapter 4

  • Maeson wondered if his sister would actually follow through with the order he had given her. Hell, he had to wonder if he had pushed too far telling her wear a thong, and only a thong. He did know that the idea of his little sister, wearing a thong, on his command turned him on and it did make Kimber very desirable. Maeson wondered what color it was, and wondered how good her ass would look in it. These thoughts occupied his mind as he finished unpacking and putting away his belongings in his basement bedroom. A little more than an hour later he was finished and he was also way too curious to see if Kimber had actually put the thong on. When he heard her in the kitchen, he wandered upstairs into the kitchen himself. As she leaned over a counter, her ass looked incredible, but he couldn’t see if she was actually wearing a thong, just a peak of red. Without peeling her shorts down it’s not like he could see.
  • Coming up behind Kimber he put his hands on her waist and leaned in asking, “So?” his voice was friendly, perhaps even teasing, but he couldn’t help keep all the excitement from his voice. “How do you feel?” he asked her. Maeson really hoped that she was indeed wearing a thong, otherwise he probably looked like an idiot, but if he was right he thought the effect might come off suave, and mysterious, “Cause I know what I think,” he told her adding a bit of a suave slyness to voice as he gave her waist a quick squeeze holding her there.
  • Grabbing a bowl from the cabinet, Kimber was stretched out a bit, hearing her brother come up behind her, not quite startling her, but surprising her with how quickly he was ‘there’. As he asked her how she felt, insinuating that she had complied, and that the underwear choice would make a difference in how she felt, she blushed, the intimate comment still a bit unusual ... It was her brother for chrissakes...
  • “Fine, um, why, of course I feel fine...” she said, purposely missing his point, not wanting to tell him that she was in fact enjoying the feel of her silky thong. She felt his hands, holding her, and she slowly fell back down on to her heels, a bowl in hand. “I was going to have some grapes...” she said, distractedly, trying to hide the fact that she had followed his instructions, er, suggestion.
  • “So you’re going to try and tell me, that wearing your thong doesn’t help? “ Maeson asked not allowing her to turn around. Maeson held Kimber still and let his thumbs slide back and forth along the seam of her shorts and her skin lightly. He could feel the top edge of panties as well, and couldn’t tell one wit if they were indeed her thong or not, but he had already taken the plunge and sure as hell wasn’t going to back out now. “That would be like me saying that going commando doesn’t make me feel sexy, yeah?” Maeson then gave Kimber a quick kiss on the earlobe, “admit it,” into her ear, “or are you so uptight as to be uncomfortable about talking about something having to do with your underwear with your older brother?” Than with a quick squeeze and a soft chuckle, “you’re uptight, are you a prude?” he asked teasing her.
  • Letting Kimber go Maeson went for where mom would usually store the grapes, got them out, as well as a colander to rinse them, and put both in the sink. Rinsing the grapes off for her, with the intent of stealing some of them, he let a small knowing smirk play on his face.
  • “Who said I was wearing it ... maybe I am, maybe not ... it’s really not your concern...” she said, trying to get back a bit of her own control, though still shivering a bit at his nearness, his confidence, the easy way his fingers seemed to toy with the exposed waistband of her thong. Turning to look at him, blushing a bit as he said ‘commando’, she darted a glance down, unable to see anything the way they were standing, and not sure if she could have ‘told’ anyhow, she turned back, pressing back against the counter as he breathed into her ear, encouraging her to be honest.
  • “I’m not uptight... ! Nor a prude! I’m just ... you know ... proper!” she said, her face flushed as he moved to get and wash the grapes. Her breath was catching in her chest, and she could feel little tendrils of nervousness run up and down her spine.
  • “Prude, a person who is easily shocked by matters of sex or nudity,” Maeson said over his shoulder as he separated the grapes and washed them. Finishing up he shook the colander to get the extra water off the grapes. God, she was perfect, he thought. He loved the way she was blushing and the glance down at his crotch when he said he went commando. To him this was only confirmation that she had indeed followed his instructions, and if Megan followed his instructions he had to wonder what else he could get his naive little sister to do.
  • Mockingly glaring at him as he recited the definition of prude, she shook her head, denying the implication, watching as he washed the grapes and brought them over. He continued to torment her, though, and she was not sure where to look, or what to do, as he came closer, talking about his dick, and making fun of the way she was blushing.
  • “If you’re not shocked by the subject, why are you blushing? Was it the wondering if I actually did go commando?” he asked raising a comically skeptical eyebrow. “Kimber?” He asked bringing the grapes over again closing the distance, “where you wondering about your brother’s dick?” He accused her, once again teasing her. Picking up one grape from the colander he popped it in his mouth letting his lips slowly close around the fruit as he watched her.