EroticReverie

Seline Starling

Did I have a crush on my older step brother my entire life ? Oh yeah, big time. It was innocent enough though, that maybe I was just a young girl that enjoyed having all of his attention. I definitely knew my older brother was cute, and as I got older, also knew he was more than cute, but hot. But Dalton isn't just my step brother, he's my best friend, and has been the other half of me ever since our parents had gotten married.  Maybe it was the fact they were divorced now that had my mind going to possibilities that I shouldn't bother to entertain.  Plus, I was probably just super horny and needed to get laid, that had me imagining the tension between us as he held me. Maybe I was mistaken about the way he looked at my breasts. Yes I may have purposely drawn his attention to them, but I also had always complained about my flat chest to him when I was younger. I complained to him, my step father, my step mother, anyone who would listen to my gripe with mother nature for keeping me from growing breasts. 

It wasn't just the pool that had my bikini bottoms wet as he held me there against him, staring at my breasts, and then my mouth. But this was Dalton, not some guy, he wouldnt look at me that way, I was imagining it all. 

The short walk through the back door and into the kitchen is enough time to clear the uncertain tension I was feeling, and he picks up a conversation about how he's staying here at the house since there's plenty of rooms, but eventually he'll get his own place. My heart sinks a little, because in my perfect little world, I'd just live with Dalton forever. I couldn't explain or put into words how much I loved him, how having him as my brother made my life so much richer and how special he made me feel when I was around him. 

"so you're still big on pink I take it" he nods as he pulls out a cutting board and I smile as I perch myself on the stool at the breakfast counter, where we always ate every morning together. 

"Ten points to house of the obvious" I say waving an imaginary wand using my best wizard voice. 

He chuckles. "And still big on being a smartass too. Glad things havent changed TOO much while I was gone." he says and I laugh, placing my elbows on the counter. 

I've loved pink my entire life. Baby pink, bubble gum pink, hot pink, all of it. I know it's the cliche girl color, but it made me happy. It made me feel feminine, made me feel cute, and wearing this tiny little bikini made of neon pink, it made me feel sexy. The color had the power to make me feel everything. 

"I can't help it, I love pink, don't judge me." I fake a little pout and he looks over his shoulder at me, a small smirk. 

"Little star, I adore your obsession with pink. I'd never judge you. It's cute." he says and looks back to the cutting board, pulling vegetables onto it. 

"Cute?" I grumble as if I hate the word, I don't though. 

"yeah sunshine, cute...like you." he says, without looking up from the cutting board as he begins to slice into a pepper. 

My thighs press together. He's called me cute a million times before, usually while pinching my cheeks, or patting me on the head, and grabbing my nose or chucking me under the chin. I adored it, I adored the attention and the praise, and the fact that my big brother thought I was cute. But I adore it a hell of a lot more right now, in a bad way. 

"I'm cute?" I ask and he looks at me lowering his chin, giving me a leveling stare. "You fucking KNOW you are, don't fish for compliments after I just gave one." he says and I smirk and shrug. 

"Can you blame me?" I sigh. "A girl needs attention." 

"And im sure you've gotten plenty , miss body count of three." he says. 

"rude!" I huff and he chuckles. "Do not slut shame me!" I say with fake offense and he laughs. 

"Are you a slut?" he asks and I drop my jaw. 

"Well ARE you?" he asks .

"No!" I shriek and we both laugh. 

"THEN...im not shaming you" he says with a shrug. 

But maybe I am a slut, because I can't stop wanting thinkng about climbing back up on him, wrapping myself around him, just to feel the power of what I thought was there out by the pool. 

"Anywayyyyyyys" I sing song. "So are you still with the French lady?" I ask and he smirks to himself. 

"Colette? No." he says.

"ooo Colette, how fancy" I tease and he turns his head, lifting a brow at me with a little glare. I just smirk. 

"Why'd you two break up?" I ask. 

"Because I was moving back here." he says.

"So you broke up right before coming here?"  I ask. 

" a few months prior..when I had first decided" he says and I scoff.

"You knew you were coming home for TWO months and didnt tell me?!" I shriek and he laughs and looks at me. 

"Would I have gotten the ear piercing shriek of a greeting  and you jumping on me like a wild little animal if i had?" he asks. 

"Um..YES" I huff and he laughs. 

"I wanted to surprise you." he says and keeps cutting the vegetables. 

"Well color me surprised" I say and he smiles as he keeps working. 

"Why don't you go change out of your wet swim clothes, and put on some real clothes while I finish making dinner" he says.

"but I might want to go back into the pool" I say and he laughs. 

"then you can put the swim suit back on" he says.

"mmkay dad" I salute him and he rolls his eyes. 

I don't know why I fucking open my big mouth or say it, but...

"Are my nice tits distracting you Dalton?" I say, with as much teasing as I can, the knife clatters to the board, and I swallow. He turns his head and looks at me, I scrunch my nose.

"sorry...joking" I say and he looks at me, then his eyes fall, and oh fucking boy do my nipples like that look on his face, because they tighten under my bikini top and my thighs press harder together as I shift slightly on the stool. 

"Go put some clothes on Seline" he says , using my full name and yeah....it's hot. 

"aye aye captain" I say, trying to ease the tension, and he huffs a little laugh, shaking his head, picking up the knife again as I slip off the stool and then watch him a moment, chewing my lip and then turning and leaving the kitchen. 

Once I'm upstairs, stripping off my bikini, I go into my bathroom, and get into the shower, rinsing the chlorine from my skin. I wrap myself up in my pink terry cloth robe and then go into my bedroom and to my closet. 

I choose a true pink spaghetti strapped frill trim bodycon dress with a tie in the front at the breasts. Maybe it's the fucking sun frying my brain, but I don't put a on a bra, and I dont put on any panties. Dressing myself for him. Purposely wanting to draw his eyes to my body, to the way the fabric clings to every inch it covers, wanting to let him see the lack of a panytline, or see what his gaze does to my nipples if he ends up looking at them like that again. 

I slide the thin rose gold chain of one the necklaces he bought me for one of my birthdays around my neck. A small heart shaped pink diamond rests in the hollow of my throat and I pull my hair up into a ponytail , high on my head, pulling at it, making it tighter as I twists and turn in front of mirror. Then I slip on a pair of pink fuzzy thong slippers and make my way back downstairs. I could put on heels, or something else, but that would be obvious, way too obvious. Plus, I loved how tiny I was beside him how it always made me feel safe and protected to know my six foot six step brother, with his piercing blue eyes and dark black hair was there to take care of anything or anyone that bothered me. 

He's at the stove, turning sausages in the pan , and I know he sees me, but he waits a few seconds, and puts the top back on the pan and sets down the tongs before looking at me. 

"That looks like underwear." he says. His jaw ticks. 

"Uhhh, it's a dress." I say and put my hands on my hips. 

"Why is it so tight?" his brows furrow, lips pinching. Fuck, he's so fucking hot I might drip down my fucking legs any second. 

"I'm not a nun Dalton. That's why." I say, and drop my arms and walk over to him and hip check him, to move out of the way as I peek through the glass top. 

"Mmm" I hum. 

"don't you have any other more comfortable clothes to wear?" he asks. 

"This IS comfortable..don't be rude..and don't start telling me how to dress either...cause you were never an asshole before , so dont start now with that misogynistic shit" I say, and toss a look over my shoulder, having to lean my head back as I narrow my eyes at him. 

He swallow, his hands reaching for my waist, but then drawing back. 

"you're right..sorry" he says and turns and I deflate a little, my skin prickling from the way his hands lifted, the way they went to reach for me, then decided against it. 

"This smells good. I'm starving now. How much longer?" I ask and turn around. Catching him leaning against the center island, eyes on my ass. His eyes lift.

"huh?" he asks and blinks. I cock a brow. 

"How much longer till it's done?" I ask, deciding not to mke mention of finding his eyes on my backside. 

"Five to ten minutes" he replies. Looking away and I walk over to him. 

"does my dress really bother you?" I ask quietly and his eyes come back to me and he's looking down at me, shaking his head slowly. 

"do you want me to change it?" I ask. 

"no" he answers. 

"why dont you like it?" I ask, my brows drawing together slightly. 

"It's not that I don't like the dress Sel..." he says.

"Then what's wrong with it?" I ask , looking down at it, placing my hands over my stomach and smoothing them down and to the sides of the dress. He lets out a long breath, sighing. 

"Jesus, where did my little star go?" he asks, lifting a hand, running fingers through his hair and I smile up at him and shrug slightly. 

"she's still here, she just grew up." I say and then take the slightest step closer. 

"yeah." he exhales. 

I place my hands on his chest and slide them up. "Pick me up again." 

"Sel" he says, exhaling.

"Just do it" I say softly and his shoulders fall on a sigh, and his hands drop down to my waist, to my hips and then down my legs as he bends over and my arms wraps around his neck and then I'm pushing off the floor with my slipper and wrapping my legs around him, as his hands hold the back of my thighs, my dress, riding up. 

"I miss hugging you" I say and then tighten my arms around his neck and pressing my tits to his chest as my dress slides even further up, his hands sliding down slightly on my thighs, then back up, back up my thighs and his fingertips push the dress over the curve of my ass and my breath hitches as the dress pops up to my waist, leaving my pare pussy against him, and my bare ass out, his hands grabbing my ass again and I let out a little moan.

"god, what are you doing Sel" he whispers , his hands grabbing my ass harder and I shake my head. 

"nothing" I say and he exhales. 

"bullshit" he answers, but it's not angry, and it's barely audible. 

"you shouldnt be this fucking irresistible" he mutters and I bite my lip. 

"you're my sister" he groans as I slide myself up as much as I can. 

dipping my mouth to his neck, I kiss it softly. 

"Step..sister" i whisper. 

"ex step sister actually" I add. "our parents are divorced" 

He groans as I bring my mouth to his ear and let out a soft little sound. 

"It's okay to want me" I whisper and he takes a long deep breath and I hum against his ear.

"It's okay to touch me ..I want you to" 

"Sel" he groans. 

The spell is broken, and I'm nearly thrown back onto my feet at the garage door can be heard through the house, my step father rolling into the garage as Dalton and I find ways to maek ourselves look natural. 

"jesus christ" Dalton mutters to himself, and I turn my head, a small smirk on my lips as I watch him adjust himself in his jeans. 

"fucking hell" he mutters and turns slightly, looking at me, and my brows lift at the very prominent bulge in his pants. 

"I'm sure your father will want you to be happy to see him, but not THAT happy...you need to go take care of that." I say smartly and his nostrils flare , but I just smile, and blink. 

Dalton walks over , the garage door sounding as it comes back down. Dalton slaps his hand on the counter and dips his head down.

"You're my fucking sister. Don't do this shit again." he growls. 

"then quit looking at me like im NOT your sister" I hiss. Part annoyed, part angry, part turned the fuck on as he snarls dont at me. 

We stand there both of us glaring at each other. The sound of the garage door into the house opening on the other side of the house. 

"God damnit" Dalton growls at me, and I just wobble my head at him then cross my arms and lift my chin up at him 

"god damnit it to you too!" I whisper yell . He gives me a half growl half soft chukle and he grits his teeth and shakes his head. 

"Dalton?" I hear his father call, my step father. 

"stall" he growls, and turns, and walks quickly fromt he kitchen towards the way of a bathroom and I roll my eyes.

"He's in the bathroom!" I call out, just as my step father Daniel Denvers enters a big smile on his face. 

"Hey there pumpkin" he says and walks over and grabs the back of my head, and presses a kiss to the top. 

"Was hoping id be here to see the surprise look on your face, he surprise you?" he says beaming , because our parents know how close we are, two peas in a pod, a pod that was now filled with my teenage horomones and step brothers big dick. Just great. 

"Sure did" I smile and then push on my tip toes to give Daniel  a kiss on the cheek.