Unwanted: Part 4

Tiffany was alone in her room, doing her homework on her bed, when she heard a knock at her door. “I’m busy,” she called out without looking up.

“Come on, open up,” Jon hissed back at her through the door.

She rolled her eyes while standing up from her bed and stalking across the room. She wore a scowl on her face when she opened the door. “What’s with that look?” Jon asked while poking her in the forehead.

“I’m busy, what do you want?” she asked while crossing her arms.

Jon took a moment to examine her attire before responding. She was wearing nothing but a thin pink sweater. It was all she put on after taking a shower just before starting her homework. “Can’t I come to see my big sister?” Jon pretended to be offended by the idea that he would only visit her if he wanted something from her.

“I have an empty makeup jar I used covering up hickies you’ve given me every day before school that tells me you’re either here to kiss me or to put your penis where it doesn’t belong.” Tiffany continued to glare at him.

“According to Dad, my penis is the only one that belongs in you,” Jon retorted.

“You’ve used that excuse too much recently,” she scoffed. “Come up with a different reason than, because Dad said I could. Maybe make up an article about how sex helps you lose weight or something like that.”

“I heard that having sex helps a girl’s skin,” Jon made a half effort.

“Do you know what else helps a girl’s skin? Not having to wear makeup to hide all the hickies you give her,” Tiffany snapped at him.

“That was a loaded question. There was no right answer,” Jon complained.

“The right answer was to admit that there was no logical reason you needed to come to my room to fuck me like you do every other night of the week.”

“How about, because I want to?” He decided to be blunt.

“Of course you want to. I’d be surprised if you didn’t want to. Could you imagine it, ‘oh, sorry, Tiff, I really didn’t want to shove my dick inside you repeatedly for the past month or so, I thought that’s what you wanted.'” Tiffany made a poor attempt to mimic her brother’s voice. He still laughed though.

Tiffany lowered her hands to her sides as Jon grabbed her in a tight hug. Despite all of her protesting she was still not going to resist him. His mouth found hers and he began to kiss down her chin and neck. “Mom and Dad are home, you know,” she whispered in a poor last ditch effort to set him straight.

“We’ve done it with them around before. Besides, they already know, so what’s the danger?” Jon fumbled to unzip the front of Tiffany’s pink sweater. “Are you trying to tempt me?” Jon asked while pinching one of her newly exposed nipples.

“Mom and Dad still haven’t gotten me any bras,” Tiffany mumbled while trying not to moan.

“It’s not like you need them. You are going to be just as petite as Mom when you finally fill out,” Jon retorted.

“You like staring at Mom’s boobs?” Tiffany tried to mock him.

“I’d rather stare at these.” Jon pinched a larger portion of flesh, what should have been her boob if she had any to speak of. Tiffany winced while reaching a hand underneath her brother’s shirt. His chest was just as small as hers. He had always been scrawny. She could even feel his bony ribs underneath his skin. Jon sucked in a breath to distract himself from the sensation of having his sister touch his chest with her bare hands. “Shall I take it off?” he offered while lifting the hem of his shirt.

Tiffany waited with baited breath. She really wanted to see her brother’s smooth hairless chest for some reason. She could not explain it but not every part of being Jon’s sex buddy was bad. She at least did not find him unattractive. Jon’s face turned red as he felt her gaze boring into him. He had just lifted his shirt above his shoulders when the voice of his father calling up the stairs caught him off guard. “Jon, Tiffany, get your asses down here. I’ve been shouting for a minute now.”

Both siblings knew enough about their house to realize that Randy, their father, was at the very bottom of the stairs. He must have been shouting from the living room before he realized he would need to get closer before they would hear him.

“We’re a little busy right now,” Jon decided to try seeing if his dad would take a hint.

“Looks like I caught you two in the nick of time. I’ll be polite and stay down here but that’s only if I see you both in the living room in the next five minutes. Your mom wants to watch a flick with both of you. She says we need more family events because we’re not wholesome enough.”

“We’re wholesome,” Jon grumbled.

“That does not count, and it’s probably exactly why your mom is doing this. She wants to keep you two occupied and where she can see you,” Randy explained.

“Seriously?” Jon dropped his shirt back down and sprinted down the stairs so he could talk to his father face to face, leaving Tiffany feeling slightly disappointed with her sweater open and a red mark on her breast where had been pinching her. Expecting it to only take a moment for Jon to convince his father to let them have a quickie before watching the movie, she waited at the top of the stair for her brother to return.

After several minutes of waiting, she was about to give up and go back into her room to change before descending the stairs herself. Just before she did, she heard the sound of footsteps. “God, Jon, what took you so long? Do you know how cold my legs are?” She gestured to the fact that, being slightly turned on, there were lines of liquid running down her legs from her crotch.

“Wow, you really are a slut,” it was not her brother’s voice that responded to her.

“Dad,” she gasped. “What… what are you doing?” She closed her sweater as quickly as possible.

“I could ask you the same question. Is there a reason you’re running around without any pants on?” He looked straight at her bare wet legs.

She placed her hands in front of her crotch in embarrassment. Her pink sweater was just long enough to hide the fact that her cunt was completely exposed but she was sure her dad had already seen it before she had time to zip herself up.