My Sister Made Me Ch. 09

She smiled. "Now listen," she said. "Everything is okay, and no one is mad, okay?" she said.

Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you, but you need to know that you aren't in trouble," she replied.

Sam nodded, her heart beating faster. "Okay..." she said.

"Mom and dad know where we all work," Alex said. "But it's okay! They basically cornered me last night and said they knew."

Sam's heart nearly leapt out of her chest, and she stood immediately from the bed. Then, she remembered Alex telling her it was okay, and forced herself to calm down.

"They're okay with it?" she asked.

Alex nodded. "They didn't love the idea, but they said that we're adults. They said it's good life experience with how shitty people can be," she said, smiling wryly at her.

Sam smirked at that, then looked up and saw Alex's cheeky grin and laughed. That caused Alex to start laughing, and Sam recognized the irony in the statement. Yeah, like she needed any more life lessons in men being shitty to her. The two sisters fell down on the bed laughing, but eventually were able to pull themselves together.

"So," Alex said, wiping a tear from her eye with a final giggle, "how was it working in Kimber's section?"

Sam smiled. "At first, I wanted to stop, but then I kind of got used to it. I did happen to see some guys that sat near me in class yesterday," she said, smirking.

"Oh, shit," Alex said, covering her mouth.

"I'll have to make sure they know that I don't work that section all the time so they don't come and harass me," she said.

Her sister shook her head. "Nah, they're broke college guys. They won't be able to afford coming and pestering you."

Sam smiled and shrugged. "True," she said.

"So, it was fun?" Alex asked. Sam nodded in response. When she told her how much she'd made, Alex nearly fell over.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked. "Holy crap!"

Sam grinned and shrugged. "What can I say, they paid to see the goodies."

After a few seconds of shocked silence, Alex shook her head. "Never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth," she said, smirking.

Sam shrugged and stood again. "Anything else?" she asked. "I'm gonna go shower real quick."

Alex smiled and shook her head, then turned. "I'm glad it's out in the open, you know?" she said. "It's liberating."

Sam nodded, smiling genuinely at her. "Thanks for telling me. It was getting old having to hide it. Maybe now I can relax a little more and focus on work and school."

Alex nodded back, then turned and left the room. "Have a good day hun," she said, calling from the hallway.

Sam checked her phone for messages and then went to shower. After a quick rinse, she went and knocked on Toni's door.

"It's open," she called out.

Sam opened the door and smiled, seeing her youngest sister sitting up in her bed looking at her phone.

"More clothes?" she asked.

Sam nodded. "All mine look like church outfits."

Toni smirked and gestured to the closet. "Left side about halfway down there are some skirt and blouse combos. That's where I found the one from yesterday."

Sam smiled and nodded, then entered the closet. Her own was about a third the size of her sisters', and she shook her head at all the clothes they didn't wear. Following Toni's directions, she picked a few out and brought them out, holding them up against herself in the mirror. She selected a nice looking skirt that was a little shorter than the one from yesterday, and Toni smiled.

"You should wear this top," she said, heading into the closet for a second and re-emerging with a white, low-cut blouse. It looked about two sizes too small, and Sam raised her eyebrows.

"Trust me," Toni said. "It's gonna look spectacular."

She nodded and turned to leave.

"Put them on here," Toni said. "You might need a different skirt with that."

Sam shrugged in agreement and stripped off her baggy night-shirt. Reaching down, she started to pull on the skirt and glanced over, seeing Toni staring at her. She smirked.

"Go, you and Alex are such hornballs," she said, shaking her head. "Stop ogling your sister."

Toni didn't answer but did blush a little when Sam called her out.

"Toni blushing?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "What is the world coming to?"

That drew a laugh from her, and she playfully shrugged. "Sorry," she said.

Sam snickered and waved it away with her hand, then slid the blouse on.

"I'm assuming I don't get to wear a bra with this?" she asked.

Looking back, Toni giggled at her and shrugged. "I do," she said. "You can be as slutty as you want, though."

Sam smiled and looked at herself in the mirror as Toni came over and stood behind her. She adjusted the clothes a few times, then stepped back.

"Very cute," Toni said.

Sam thought that she looked a little naughty, but Toni's definition was definitely different than hers. Either way, she was fine with how she looked, and went to her room to get the rest of her stuff.

Smiling to the pretty looking girl that she saw in the mirror, she quietly told herself that she was going to have a much better day and went to the bathroom to do her makeup. Toni came in a few minutes later, wearing something much more risque than Samantha was.

"Want me to do your hair?" she asked.

Sam shrugged. "If you like," she said. "I was just going to put it up in a ponytail."

Toni winced and shook her head. "Nah, I've got something better in mind," she said.

Twenty minutes later, Sam looked at herself in the mirror and had to admit that Toni had done a pretty good job. She'd curled and styled her long locks, making it so that it was nice and wavy, almost fun looking.

"Thanks," Sam said, smiling as she turned to do her own hair.

"You're welcome," Toni answered. "It was the least I could do for staring this morning. Sorry about that."

Sam shrugged and waved, heading to her room to finish getting dressed.

After a good breakfast, she drove to school and went to her first class. She'd originally enrolled in a Christian studies course, but after the whole Pastor Dickhead debacle she'd changed it. Now she was in a biology course. The class was packed when she got there, and she quickly found her seat. She didn't see anyone she knew and was relatively glad that the class was a mix of boys and girls.

The professor came in and handed them the syllabus but didn't dismiss them. Afterward, she checked over her notes for a second before heading to her next class, math. It followed pretty much the same course as her biology course, except it wasn't as packed. After that class ended, she was free to go home.

Grabbing some fast food on the way, she drove home while eating her sandwich. When she arrived, she saw that everyone, save for her mother, were still out. She smiled, an idea coming to her then. She went up to her room and texted Keith to see if he was free. He replied that he'd just gotten home, and she asked if he wanted to come over and fool around.

"Give me twenty," he sent, followed by a smiley face emoji.

She smiled, then quickly went to the bathroom and got freshened up. She might have been more open to the sexual world now, but it still wouldn't do to have her boyfriend see her looking a mess. After a few minutes, she was satisfied that she looked presentable, and went to straighten up her room.

He arrived about 15 minutes later, much to her amusement, and they quickly went upstairs after he greeted her mother. Sam, her mind on sex and sex alone, played up talking about school as they walked upstairs, then quickly dropped the act when she got to her room.

Keith followed her into her room and she quickly locked the door. Turning, she stripped off her blouse as he came over, leaning down to kiss her.

"I've got condoms this time," he said, smiling widely.

She drew back a bit, suddenly realizing that she needed to see the doctor about getting on birth control. Smiling, she pulled him to her again, his hands mauling her breasts and he leaned in. She whimpered, feeling that he seemed much more confident than normal, and really liked this aspect of him.

That was, of course, until a knock on the door shattered the magical atmosphere.

"Sam," came her mother's voice from the other side.

She scrambled quietly and pulled a shirt on as Keith sat on the bed. She quickly unlocked the door and looked up expectantly. Her mother came into her room and set a stack of clean clothes on her dresser and then left, smirking as she did so. Sam blushed, but then went and locked the door after she heard the retreating footsteps going downstairs.

She smiled, turning and looking over at Keith, but then frowned. He looked practically terrified. Sighing, she shook her head.

"It's okay, Keith," she said. "My mom always knocks, and my siblings aren't home."

He nodded, obviously trying to relax. They started kissing again, and she went ahead and stripped down. He smiled at her, still obviously shaken, and slid up on the bed as she pulled at the button on his pants. Freeing his manhood a minute later, she smiled and began to stroke, admiring how attractive it was. She smiled up at him, quietly musing at how funny it was to find them attractive. Maybe that wasn't the right word. Alluring? Enticing?

She leaned down, looking up at him and kissing up the short length of his shaft, feeling the familiar sensation of the soft flesh against her lips and moaning quietly to herself.

"Finally, a cock to suck," she thought, surprising herself as she did so.

Then, as if someone was out to ensure that she didn't get to have sex that afternoon, the front door slammed in only the loud manner that her brothers could do, and she heard one of them pounding up the stairs.

Keith immediately stood and stammered something about not being a good time. She quickly stood and pulled her shirt on, trying to stop him as he got fixed up again.

"It's okay, we won't be disturbed," she said.

He shook his head. "I can't, Samantha," he replied. "I'm too shaken up."

She sighed in irritation and turned around away from him. "I'll bet the guys from last night wouldn't pass up the chance to have sex," she thought, then immediately felt bad.

Keith finished getting dressed and left without another word, only stopping to kiss her goodbye.

Irritated beyond words, she watched him leave and then stood in the doorway, seeing Dane's light on in his room.

Briefly considering going down and yelling at him, she quickly quashed the idea. What exactly was she going to say, "Thanks for fucking up my sex life?"

She sighed, then turned and went to her bed to lay down and nap. At least she could still do that! She wriggled around on top of the bed for a few moments, getting comfortable. She sighed in mild irritation after a second, sitting up and stripping her shirt off again and then laying back down as the ceiling fan gently washed cool air over her.

Just as she was starting to doze off, a solid couple of knocks against her door jolted her awake and sent her heart racing.

She sighed audibly and turned. "Yes?" she asked. The door cracked open and she saw Dane peering in.

"Hey," he said, smiling widely. "Sorry if I woke you. Just wanted to know if you were okay," he said.

She sighed and didn't answer, laying her head back on the pillow in irritation.

"Sam?" he asked a few seconds later.

She bit her tongue, not saying what she really wanted to, and looked over at him. He was averting his eyes, and she realized it was because she was laying in bed without a shirt on. She had panties and a bra on, but she didn't know what he was getting so uncomfortable about!

"Snugglebugs," she said, slapping the bed behind her.

Dane smiled and quickly shut the door behind him, locking it and causing her to smirk. She glanced over at him as he started to slide into bed, only kicking off his shoes as he sat down.

"Uh unh," she said, shaking her head as she looked back over her shoulder. "Get comfortable you big wuss."

"This is," he assured her, but she shook her head again.

"Dane, just strip down to your underwear already. You're going to be uncomfortable in clothes or get hot, and then move around and wake me up and dammit, I want a nap."

He sighed, looking over at her for a second before standing and stripping off his shirt and pants. Glancing back, she quietly admonished herself as she stared at the large bulge in his snug fitting boxer-briefs. Looking up at his face, she saw that he hadn't noticed and turned back around.

Then, everything seemed to melt away and all she felt was safety and warmth as his large bulk encased her feminine form. He slid up close to her, careful to keep his bulging crotch away from her, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

She inhaled deeply and sighed in content as he fluffed his pillow and laid his head down.

"That's nice," he said, inhaling deeply. "Still though, what's got you so cranky?"

She smiled, happy and content, deciding to ignore his question for the time being and quietly lay there, enjoying his comforting warmth.

"No comment?" he asked a few quiet moments later.

She sighed. "Do you not want to sleep?" she asked.

She could feel him smirk behind her and chuckle.

"Grumpy butt."

She elbowed him in the ribs. He laughed and pulled her tight, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt the bulge at his crotch push against her buttocks.

"You didn't see Keith running out of here, did you?" she asked, forcing her mind from the dirty thoughts she was having.

"No, why?" he asked.

"Well, you and mom like to interrupt things, and he got all scared and said he had to leave." There was a pregnant pause as he listened, then leaned up on one elbow.

"So, you guys were fooling around I take it?"

She sighed. "Well, we were about to."

Dane laughed and then shook his head. "Sorry. I just don't think I'll ever get used to the idea of you being..." he trailed off.

"Being... a person that has sex?" she asked. "Well, I've only had intercourse once," she said, "so you're kind of still right."

He laughed easily and sighed, his arm moving back around her waist. She laid her hand down on top of his, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his bulk against her back. He felt comforting, protective, and safe.

She smiled quietly. "Just think, I'd be having sex right now if it wasn't for you," she said playfully.

"And that's enough nap for me," Dane said, sliding up and standing as she burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she sputtered. "I couldn't help it."

He smirked again and shook his head, then laid back down beside her. "Behave yourself."

She shrugged. "I'm not the one that gets a boner every time we snuggle." He didn't respond, and she figured he was ignoring her.

"So, can I ask if Keith was gentle?" he asked.

She turned and raised an eyebrow. "That's nap time talk? I thought you didn't want to think about me sexually." Her voice caught in her throat and she mentally face-palmed. "I mean, think about sexual things around me."

He leaned back and glanced over at her as she looked over her shoulder, "I'm not thinking about you sexually. I was worried about your boyfriend being an ass like Past..." He stopped short.

He'd been about to say Pastor Dan. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Call him Pastor Dickhead," she said. "It helps."

Chuckling, he did so, causing her to grin.

"Yes, Keith was very sweet," she said. "I mean, he didn't last very long and he's not all that big, judging from other situations I've been in," she said, not indicating that she was talking about Dane, "but all in all, he was pretty perfect for my first time."

"That's good," Dane said. "I'm glad you're not... like... super fucked up from all that happened, you know? I mean, I know you've still got issues that you're dealing with, but I'm really proud of how well you're seemingly handling it all."

She smiled and turned over, looking up at him. "Thank you," she said. "I have emotional moments, but I'm doing okay. It's really only been when overtly sexual things happen; I tend to get flashbacks."

He didn't respond and she knew he was confused by the context of her speech.

"I mean, when sexual things happen near me or around me," she said. "Like at work, when someone looks at my cleavage, it's normally no big deal."

He nodded. "Something girls deal with, I'm guessing."

She nodded in response. "Exactly. But when I was working last night, someone grabbed my boobs deliberately and it should have been no big deal. Instead, I started worrying and feeling like I was in trouble again."

Dane sat up in bed. "Wait... someone just grabbed your boobs?"

She sighed. "I know, I know, it's weird, but just take my word for it. The situation was different and..."

He sighed, laying back down and shaking his head. "I don't want to know. Just tell me if someone needs an ass beating."

She felt a rush of affection for him, sensing how uncomfortable he was with the thought of someone groping her and his instinctive protective reaction. For a second, she thought it might have been a little jealousy, but quickly quashed that notion and fell silent as he wrapped his arm tighter around her, the two finally starting to fall asleep.

An hour or so later, she awoke when he tried to quietly sit up and extricate himself from the bed.

"Sorry," he said quietly.

She shook her head and smiled, laying back down and half-heartedly waving. She watched him go and lay back down on her bed in mild irritation. Now she was rested, but oddly still... horny. Was that the word she should use for it?

She wished she could convince Keith to come back over, but he probably wouldn't. Maybe she could convince him to fool around somewhere else? That might work, but where?

His house was certainly not a good place for it. He was probably just as terrified of being found out by his parents as he was of being caught by hers. She quietly swore, realizing that her room was their one and only go-to spot for fooling around, the little that they had done since she'd started opening up.

Still, she couldn't just sit there and not do something. She was bored, mildly irritated, increasingly horny, and she didn't have to work that night. She'd be bored all evening without anything to take her mind off it.

An idea struck her, and she quickly stood and pulled on some clothes to go and work out. She pulled on her socks and shoes and grabbed her purse and keys, but then stopped. Working out was probably a good idea, but she had an odd desire to be a little naughty. She knew that she didn't have anything that she could work out in that was... provocative, but did happen to know another person that wore practically the same size as she did, and dressed much sluttier than she normally did. Toni was working or at least wasn't there, so she went ahead and went in.

"What would Toni wear if she went to work out?" she thought. "Probably just a g-string and a pair of nipple rings," she quietly said, smiling to herself. She went over to Toni's dresser and pulled it open. Digging in, she found a pair of black tight-fitting shorts and a matching sports bra. She smiled, feeling positively wicked as she turned and went back to her room to change.

Pulling a shirt over the sports bra, she quietly went over to Dane's room and knocked.

"It's open," he called. She pushed the door open and peeked in, almost expecting his giant dick to be all wet and delicious looking as she did so. Quietly admonishing herself for thinking such lascivious thoughts about her own brother, she stepped in and closed the door behind her.

"I have a question," she said.

"First, a boy and a girl love each other very much," Dane said, not looking up from his computer screen.

She sighed and held up her middle finger. He glanced over and grinned.