Rite of Passage Ch.01

Tap tap tap..

Jamie let out a low groan, rolling over onto his stomache, to face away from his bedroom door, from where the annoying tapping originated.

Tap tap tap..

“Mmmm!” He groaned again in displeasure, dragging his pillow up and over his head, burying his face between the cool fabric of his mattress and the full softness of his pillow. His mind was thick with sleep and fatigue, it was probably just the house settling, he hoped futilely.

“Fuck sake..” came the gentlest of whispers in a frustrated, but feminine tone. His door gently creaked open then clicked shut, a moments peace and respite shattered as a finger poked him gently in the side. “Hey.. Hey dweeb..”

Jamie let out an exasperated sigh, rolling onto his back and displacing his pillow, using a slender bare arm to cover his eyes as he groaned. “Ugh.. Caitlyn.. What time is.. Is..” Jamie’s mouth gaped open as he arched his back, yawning out deeply as he raised his arm to see, blinking into the darkness, just making out her silhouette in front of him. “The fuck..”

“It’s a quarter past midnight..” she said softly and he could swear he could just make out the edge of a grin on her face.

“So whaaat?” he whined musically, pulling the pillow over his face and smushing it to himself with his hands, confuse and tired.

“Soooo…” she said in a mimicking sing song voice, her hand moving to pat him on his thigh through his duvet “That means technically it’s Tuesday.. Happy eighteenth birthday, little brother..”

He squirmed out from under the pillow again to look at his sister. She sat on the edge of his bed, smirking playfully in the almost blackness. As his eyes adjusted to the dark (and to being awake..) he noticed she was just wearing her thick plush bathrobe over what he knew to be a very athletic figure.

While only one year his senior, they couldn’t have been more different if they’d come from different families. While she was athletic and sporty, dark haired and dark eyed, an accomplished distance track runner, he was a slender reed of a boy, fair of hair and blue eyed, intelligent, but in his eyes he saw himself as being uncomfortably feminine. “Uhh.. I guess you’re right. Thanks?..”

She smirked and raised up her hands, in one hand she held what looked to be a bottle and a pack of soda, in the other she held a game. He looked to her, blinking stupidly. She rolled her eyes, “You’re eighteen dumbfuck. Lets drink to celebrate and play an eighteen on your xbox. One of my old favourites.”

He stared at her, still half asleep and let his head roll forward in defeat. When she got something into her mind, there was little use trying to dissuade her. Though he didn’t really realise just how far this would extend.. “….Fine..” he conceded, sitting up and letting his arms stretch out above his head.

Caitlyn grinned as he gave in to her, watching him intently as he sat up. She loved her little brother dearly. Because of her strength and his meekness she had become very protective of him. Recently, however, as she watched him grow up into the gorgeous young man that he was, she had become very possessive too, seeking to spend her time with him more and more, each day talking and gaming with him, each night laying in her bed, biting her pillow as she stroked her cock thinking about him, stifling moans of his name.

She had corrupted herself through these fantasies. From a loving older sister looking out for her brother into a predator just waiting for her meal to be ripe enough to pluck and sate her desires with, and looking at him now, she knew he was perfect. Like a vulnerable fawn, with a thick ass.

Jamie sat there blinking at her expectantly as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He was small for his age, slender and nubile, his chest and chin hairless and smooth, his face rounded and feminine, no hard lines, no strong jaw. She bit her lip and felt her cock shift under her robe. For months she had been planning her brother’s downfall in her mind. Taking him from being the lanky teen he was to stunning, eager cock sock.

“Come on~..” Caitlyn whispered enticingly as she slipped from the bed, shuffling across the floor and leaving the bottle and the cans behind her as she moved to switch on the tv in her brothers room, biting her lip as she sat with legs crossed, hands turning on her brothers Xbox and undocking the pair of controllers, looking across at him, her beautiful face lit now by the screen as it turned on, she smiled, encouragingly.

Jamie nodded a little as he slid off of his bed, he had the perfect little body for what Catlyn had in mind. She half watched him as he scooted across the carpet to sit besides her, his sleek body outlined in the faint light, wearing nothing but a pair of plain grey boxers.

As Caitlyn set the system up and put the disc in Jamie reached for the cans of soda, grabbing one and popping the tab. Hopefully it was something caffeinated.. He took a swig and a distinct bitterness passed his lips. He turned his head, swallowing, “Bleeeeh! The hell?!” he exclaimed.

Caitlyn having watched him take his first sip of beer held a hand to her mouth to quieten down her laughter, waving a hand at Jamie, “Shhh! It’s just beer you dweeb, you’re allowed to drink it now.”

He poked his tongue out, setting the can down, “Ah.. No thank you, thats disgusting.”

She rolled her eyes and picked up the can for herself, taking a hearty swig, feeling the cold carbonated drink slide over her tongue and settle any nerves. “Ahh.. Here.. Try this instead..” she said, pushing the bottle towards him.

He scooped it up and eyed it with no small amount of suspicion, a little less trusting of whatever might be in the bottle now than he had been just a moment ago. He twisted the top and set the cap down carefully besides himself, tucking his legs into one side as he lifted the bottle to his lips, glancing across at Caitlyn as he took a sip.

It was sweet, fizzy, fruity.