What Lies Beneath_(0)

Marcus smoothed the piece of fabric onto his sister’s pillow. He slid the pillowcase back into place, and re-made the bed, arranging her teddy bear back the same way it had been. Perfect.

The fabric he had put there was woven with micro thin wires. His laptop was connected wirelessly to the device, and it would send subliminal suggestions to his sister while she slept. It would also monitor her brain waves and send the appropriate signals when she was in the various stage of sleep.

She was conservative in her dress and repressed emotionally, and he wanted to see if he could get her to open up a little. Her driving need for excellence, to be the best, was the most overwhelming facet of her personality and it was hindering her social life.

She HAD no social life, not really. She didn’t have any close friends. She even competed against her own team-mates on the track team. He had talked to her about this a little, and knew she was open to the idea of change, but to open up and trust someone, to let them in, that terrified her.

Marcus thought to first get her to open up to him, then eventually to others as well. The most obvious trigger to use was sex, and as she was an otherwise healthy sixteen year old girl, her sexual mind was going to be in constant turmoil once it was awakened.

He let her sleep on it a week, monitoring and programming her sleep. She had no idea what he was doing, but he asked her subtle questions and was pleased at her answers and progress over the week.

Monday, she woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, despite a night of vividly lucid dreams. She wasn’t wearing clothes in her dream; she was naked, but strangely, this didn’t trigger the shame feelings. It triggered her sexual feelings, making her horny. She knew someone was coming, about to open the door and come into the room with her. She nearly writhed in anticipation in the dream, and all that day, she glanced at closed doors, half expecting one to open and HE would walk through.

Tuesday, again she had the dream, except she was wearing a type of filmy, gauzy lingerie in a shade of pink she didn’t know existed. She knew it was what HE had chosen for her to wear, so she was wearing it. Anything for HIM on this special night! And she did look nice in it, the cut of it designed to accentuate what wasn’t there on her yet.

Later that day, when she was looking idly at the kitchen door from the table, she got a deja vu when her brother pushed it open and came toward her.

“Are you okay, Miranda? You look like you saw a ghost.” he commented, and that was the end of it. Except she couldn’t shake the eerie feeling all night, and it followed her into her dreams.

The door opened and Marcus came in, looking at her with stunned wonderment in his eyes. Her heart nearly melted at that look.

“You wore it!” he said, delighted. He came across the room quickly and hugged her.

“Marcus, you picked this out for me?” she asked incredulously. Her brother wanted her to wear this? “Why would you want me to wear this?”

“So I can take it off you.” he whispered into her ear. He kissed her neck, and it was the most incredible thing she had ever felt in her life. All the anticipation had been for this, and it was her brother, but there was no denying the feelings she was having, either. She resisted the feelings for a long moment, but when she finally gave in to them (this is just a dream; go with it) the flood of orgasms that washed over her were like none she’d ever had before.

The next morning, she had a slight neck ache, as if she’d slept wrong. Marcus noticed her wincing at the breakfast table as their mother went through the door on the way to work. She was a waitress at the local diner, about the only respectable job a single mother could get. She took all the shifts she could get, even breakfast.

“You okay, Miranda?” he asked his sister.

“I think I dreamed wrong or something.” she said, rubbing her neck. “My muscles are really tight.”

“Let the magic fingers of your big brother Marcus help you with that.” he said, moving behind her chair. He gently placed his palms on her neck and smoothed them downward.

“Ohh…” she sighed. “That feels good already!” He ran his fingers down both sides of her spine, starting at the base of her skull and down her neck, over and over. “Ohh, that’s so nice. You really do have magic fingers.”

“Oh my God, it’s just like the dream!” she thought to herself. She could feel the tingles from his hands in her nipples and pussy.

“Lean your head back now.” he said. He pulled the collar of her blouse open a little, beginning to slide his hands down the shirt and onto her chest, but she bolted out of her chair.

“Thanks, Marcus, I feel a lot better now.” she said, nervously pulling her blouse closed and fastening the top two buttons. It was her first time wearing something so revealing, even though it was still quite conservative compared to what most of the other girls wore to school.

By Friday, her thick sweatshirts and baggy jeans were totally gone, replaced with full skirts and long sleeved blouses, which was a huge milestone for her. They even had color other than black and crimson. Her mother was the same size and had agreed to let Miranda start dressing out of her closet until the next shopping day.

He also caught her checking him out once, on Thursday, and purposely flaunted his crotch at his sister, letting her see him looking at her eyes as he gave her a knowing smirk, which disconcerted her to no end. She bore it in silence, though, never telling their mother about his slightly untoward behavior. Mother was just happy to finally see Miranda coming out of her shell and being a girl.

When he felt her subliminal conditioning was ready, he sat in the living room and started watching TV with her. She was immediately suspicious.

“What are you doing? You know I’m going to be watching The Walking Dead tonight. I don’t care if Wrestlemania is on. You know I always watch my shows.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to talk you about the TV.” he said, ignoring her barb about Wrestlemania. When they were younger, he had heard some of his friends talking excitedly about Wrestlemania, so he begged and pleaded his Mom and sister for the TV the night it was on. That was back in the day when there was only one TV in any house, and he was mortally embarrassed to see grown men acting like cartoon characters in ridiculous costumes.

“Remember what we talked about last week? Getting you to open up and make friends?” he asked her quietly.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it too.” she admitted, muting the inevitable ads between shows. He had ignored the taunt, so obviously he wanted to talk about this seriously.

“I’ve decided that I feel okay with the fact I don’t make friends easily.” she said, finally.

“Do you?” he asked. “Aren’t you even a little bit lonely?” He looked her in the eye. “Miranda, talk to me. You can trust me. I’m your big brother.”

“Oh, Marcus, what do you want me to say? That I’m heartbroken that nobody is going to ask me to the Prom?” she said bitterly. “Well, guess what, I’m glad none of those idiots we go to school with have ever shown interest in me. They can have their bimbo airhead sluts, too.” she sniffed.

“And you would never stoop to their level.” he said, nodding knowingly. “But still, surely you wonder, well, what it would be like… to have boyfriend? To try some of the stuff like they do? Surely you must know they enjoy it.”

“What, you mean kissing and stuff? God no!” she said, giggling. “I mean,, yeah, I think about it sometimes, but not, well, you know, too much.”

“I know what you mean.” he said. “If I think about it too much, it gets all…” he gestured at his groin, “Then I have to… you know.”

She giggled again. “You still do that? Even after all the girls you’ve been with?”

“Not every girl goes all the way.” he said truthfully. “Most of them only go partway and suck it, and some of them I’ve been with just finish me off with their hand, but the worst are the teases. They let me feel them all up, I even get my hands under their shirt and bra. One girl even got me out of my pants, after we’d been making out for well over an hour, then changed her mind and asked me to take her home. I was harder than I ever had been before, because she was so pretty and led me on like that… I was in a bad way, if you know what I mean. I just won’t be dating Cindy Crossman ever again.”

“What did you do?” Miranda asked, breathless. This was the most she’d ever talked about sex in her life. She’d read everything she could find, but nothing like this, about real people doing it.

“Your show is on.” he said, gesturing towards the TV.

“Finish your story.” she said, turning off the TV with the remote without even looking at it. “What did you do?”

“I took her home, then I came home myself.” he said, blushing. “Do you remember the other night when you asked me to hurry up in the bathroom?”

She giggled again. “I knew that’s what you were doing!” her eyes sparkling, but then she sobered up. “I just didn’t know why. I’m sorry, Marcus. I didn’t know…”

“Just promise me one thing, Miranda.” he asked. “Promise me you won’t be one of them, leading a guy on and getting him all hot and bothered, then shutting him down. Promise me you’ll never do that to someone? It’s horribly cruel…”

“What did she do you you? What happens if you don’t get to… finish?”

“It kinda hurts a little, mostly it’s just really uncomfortable until I can…take care of myself.” he said, blushing.

“I promise, Marcus, what she did to you… I’ll never do that to anyone.” Miranda bit her lip. “Marcus? There’s just one thing I don’t know…”

“What is it, Miranda? A smart girl like you has a question?”

She cleared her throat nervously. “You said some girls only went partway and s-sucked on it.”

“Yeah, that’s the best ending to a date there is.” he sighed, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “I think I might like that better than going all the way.”

“How do they… I mean, what’s it li-” Miranda stuttered. Marcus looked over at her. “Do they like doing it? That’s one subject the books aren’t very clear on. I don’t know how it’s done.”

“Do you really want the answer to that question, Miranda?” he asked her in his strongest voice. “You really want me to answer that question for you?”

She met his gaze and wet her lips nervously. “Yes.” she whispered.

“Are you going to do everything I tell you to do? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“I…” she licked her lips again. “I don’t know. It’s naughty…”

“Stand up.” Marcus said. He looked her up and down.

She looked relieved as she complied, happy to have the choice taken away from her, but then, as his eyes lingered on her, she wished she’d worn more. All she had on was an extra large T-shirt and her panties, and she felt shy as he stared..

“Are you wearing a bra, Miranda?” he finally asked her.

“No, I never do. They aren’t big enough for me to need one yet, but they’re growing.” she said, blushing.

“Let me see them.” he told her. “Show me your tits.” She looked at him, shocked.

“Marcus, you’re my brother!!” she whispered. “I… shouldn’t.”

“Do what I say.” he ordered. “Take off your shirt and show them to me.”

“Ohh, this is so naughty.” she whispered, sliding one arm out of the sleeve.

“Turn around and hide them with your hands before you take it off, Miranda.” he said. “Tease me with them. You know how to be naughty, don’t you?.

She did as he said, slipping her other arm down inside the shirt and turning around before lifting it and showing him her perfect ass, clad only in sheer white satin panties.

She turned back around, hands crossed over her chest and looked at him.

“I know how to be naughty.” she said, moving her hands around, teasing him with glimpses of her nipples. “Is this what you want? Like I’m on stage and you’re the audience?”

“That’s just right.” he smiled at her, watching her prance around and shaking her little boobs at him. “Come closer.” he said, so she approached his recliner. “Kneel down and look up at me.”

“You like this, don’t you, Miranda? You like doing what I say, don’t you?” he asked her, standing up. “You like being naughty like this.”

“I… I don’t know.” she answered, meeting his gaze. “I guess a part of me does, or I wouldn’t be doing this, but another part of me is telling me to get up and run screaming to Mom.”

“You didn’t know you had all this naughty inside you, did, Miranda?” he asked, smiling a little. “Well, I did. I always knew you had this side to you, even if you didn’t.”

“You did?” she whispered. “How come I didn’t know?”

“Are you sure you didn’t know?” he asked her, sitting back down on the edge of his recliner. “Time to be a little more naughty, Miranda. Take your hands away and let me see you.” he said. “Slide them down your belly and let me see your tits.”

“Oooh, noooo!” she moaned, doing as he asked. She even arched her back and thrust them out for him. “Why are you making me do this? I feel like such a slut right now!” She ran her hands up and down her body, squeezing them together and showing what little cleavage she had to him, shaking her shoulders to give them a wiggle.

“I’m not making you do anything, Miranda. I’m not making you feel anything, either. Come closer.” he said. “I’m only helping you see what been inside you all along.”

“Unngh, oh, god, every time you tell me to do something, it feels really good to obey.” she said, shuffling forward on her knees. “This isn’t natural!”

“Closer, Miranda.” he said, opening his legs to either side of her. She moved in between them. “It doesn’t feel natural because you’re fighting it; let go and be the slut we both know you are. Then it will feel like the most natural thing in the world.”
“Now, quit staring at my cock and look up at me, Miranda.” he said. She quickly looked up, blushing.

“I-I wasn’t…” she stammered.

“Look at me, Miranda. You promise not to tease, right?” he asked. She nodded. “Let me hear you say it.”

“I promise I’m not a tease.” she said clearly.

“You’re gonna do everything I tell you, right?” She nodded again, her eyes big. “Let me hear you say it!”

“I’ll do everything you tell me to do.” she promised.

“Now, have you ever seen a cock before?” he asked.

She giggled. “I saw yours once, when you were peeing.”

“If I was peeing, then it was soft. Soft ones are called penises; hard ones are called cocks.” he explained. “Mine is very hard right now, because I saw your titties. They are very beautiful, Miranda, You shouldn’t be shy of letting me see them. It makes my cock hard. Have you ever seen a cock before?”

She swallowed hard and shook her head, her eyes locked on the bulge in his shorts. “Nope, not by that definition.”

“Well, you’re about to.” he grinned. “Close your eyes, then reach your hands up and pull my shorts down. Take them all the way off my feet, then sit back up here and look at me. At my face, Miranda. I’ll be hiding it with my hands, so no fair peeking.”

“Okay.” she said, closing her eyes. She reached up and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and let her slide them off, then picked up his feet so she could get them all the way off.

“Look at me, Miranda.” he said, seeing her open her eyes when she was done. Her eyes flicked to his hands over his groin, but then she was looking into his eyes. “Hands behind your back, chest out.” he ordered. She obeyed, thrusting her little tater tots at him proudly.

“If you do everything I tell you to do, you’re going to be the best at this. I’m not expecting perfection right now, as I realize this is your first time, but I do expect a good effort. Understand?”

“Wait, I thought you were just going to tell me how to do it! You mean I have to…” Her eyes flicked to his groin. “In my mouth?”

“Yes.” he said firmly. “l going to teach you how to suck cock.” he explained. “That’s what you wanted to know about, and its not exactly something you can learn from a book.”

“Okay.” she said, resigning herself. leaning forward and reaching out with both hands. “I promised I wouldn’t tease, and I got you all hard by showing you my breasts, so I’ll help you finish.”

“Hey!” he said, stopping her with his voice. He hadn’t taken his hands away from his crotch yet. “Sit up, hands behind your back!” he said, taking his hands away. “Just look at it for a minute, then, when you’re ready, slowly lean forward and lick it, starting at the base and go all the way up to the head, but not onto it. No hands, just your tongue. Do that a few times, then take just the head in your mouth and suck on it. Go down on it as far as you can, then slide back up until just the head in between your lips. You can keep doing that if you like, or you can sit up and look at me if you want to stop.”

“Okay, I’m ready.” she said nervously. “Do I have to keep my hands behind my back?”

“This first time you do.” he said. “I want you learn to use your mouth, not cheat with your hands.”

“Okay, Marcus.” she said. She bent forward, leaning her lower belly against the recliner, looking at him close up for a long moment. She inhaled, smelling the musk of him, then bent her head low and licked up the underside of it.

It jumped at her touch, and reflexively she recoiled back, giggling.

“Suck on it, Miranda!” he gasped.

“But I thought you said to lick it first?” she said.

“Never mind all that!” he said. “Open your mouth and suck it!”

Dutifully, she bent her head back down and took the head of it between her lips. She heard him groan with pleasure and felt his hand caressing her hair.

“Suck on it, Miranda. Take some more of it into your mouth and suck on it, gently.”he coached. “That feels really good, what you’re doing. Keep going.”

She went down to about halfway on it, then started to bring her head back up.