Unwanted: Part 7

Unlike the majority of siblings that they knew, who fought with each other constantly and were never seen together at school, Jon and Tiffany had an apparently normal relationship at school. As they were both in the soccer club before winter started, they knew several of the same people and had several mutual friends. As Tiffany was a year older they did not share any classes but they had the same lunch period. They often spent it with their mutual friends in the cafeteria.

On one specific day, Jon was sitting next to Tiffany as they talked to several of the girls from the soccer club about what sports they planned to take part in when spring finally arrived. Jon was unusually interested in the conversation. He was watching one of Tiffany’s friends with an almost religious effort. Tiffany could see his eyes darting to her rather exposed cleavage multiple times. He would pretend to be looking at her eyes every time he was nearly caught.

Tiffany stared down at her own chest and silently lamented the fact that she was the daughter of such a petite woman as Lauren Taylor, whose bust was greatly embellished by expensive pushup bras and extensive padding. Lauren was a small woman and Tiffany took after her while also exhibiting some of the lankiness that her father Randy was known for. Luckily she did not also have the pot belly of which he barely managed to hide under his daily suit.

Jon was lanky like Randy but also rather fit, due to his activity in sport. He was scrawny in build but had built muscle wherever he could. The two of them were often told they did not resemble siblings at all. Tiffany’s hair was dark and curly while Jon’s was blonde and straight. Randy had dark hair but it was still lighter than Tiffany’s and Lauren dyed her hair to make it lighter than Jon’s.

As Tiffany continued to watch Jon staring at her friend dreamily she started to feel slightly jealous. She was not exactly fond of the hidden incestuous relationship the two of them shared but Jon had often stated that he was in love with her. If that were indeed the case, he would be more careful about lusting after other girls in her presence. Finally, when she could not stand to watch any more, Tiffany stomped on Jon’s foot as hard as she could. He covered his mouth instead of yelping in pain.

Looking over at Tiffany he noticed she was staring at her lap. She was embarrassed that she let her emotions get the better of her. He smiled when he realized why she was upset. This was the first sign she had ever given him that she even cared. He placed his hand on her thigh beneath the cafeteria table and squeezed it affectionately. “Excuse me for a bit, ladies.” He then stood and walked toward the bathroom of the cafeteria.

Tiffany watched him with a confused expression until she saw him jerking his head at her. He definitely wanted her to follow him. She rolled her eyes before apologizing to her friends and leaping out of her seat. She pretended she was headed toward the girls’ bathroom but slipped into the men’s room when no one was looking. Jon was waiting to grab her by the shoulders and lead her into one of the stalls.

“Let me go.” She pretended to struggle.

“Not after that.” He shook his head. “You’re really jealous of Katie, aren’t you?”

“Why are you staring at her breasts like you want them in your mouth?” she accused him.

“So what if it do?” Jon asked. “It doesn’t mean I’m actually gonna ask her out.”

“You might.” Tiffany folded her arms. “I know exactly what you can do when you’re horny.”

“If you’re so worried she’s gonna take me away from you, then why don’t you satisfy me first,” Jon suggested coyly.

“What, you mean right here?” Tiffany looked around distastefully.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” he retorted while cupping one of her barely existent breasts.

“I’ve been fucked in a bathroom stall before,” she admitted as her face turned red. She was not resisting as much as she normally did.

“Yeah, by me,” Jon laughed as he pulled her blouse open, sending a few buttons flying. “Why don’t you at least try wearing a cute bra?” Jon stared at her beige sports bra disappointedly.

“I could ask Dad to buy me one, I guess,” she muttered while averting her eyes. Jon was reminded of the fact that Lauren and Tiffany did not get along at all and that Lauren has done little in the form of raising her daughter.

Tiffany yelped when Jon suddenly pushed her against the wall of the stall. He covered her mouth with his to quiet her and lifted her bra above her breasts. She jolted when he slapped one of her nipples to get it hard. He then slid his hand down her front sensually until he slipped it into the waist of her skirt. She squirmed as he rubbed the hair above her cunt and squealed into his mouth when he touched her pussy lips. He curved his fingers and slid them into her, causing her to start gyrating. Her eyes were already rolling around as she was unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of her brother pushing into her most sensitive place.

It was not long before her cunt became moist and liquid started to drip down her legs. She moaned when he tried to slip his tongue into her mouth but when his fingers slid deeper into her due to the lubrication, she jerked her head back.