Andrea's Makeover (Closed for Corbie and Redxrose)

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Andrea's Makeover (closed for Corbie and Dailyskater15)

OOC: Incest--brother and sister

Garrett Davis:
21 years old. Just beginning his final year of college, studying merchandising.
6' 1" tall. Black hair, muscular.
Brown eyes
Working as a male model to help with his college expenses.


Andrea Davis:
18 years old, just arrived at college, and unsure of what she wants to study.
5'6" tall, dishwater blonde hair, blue eyes, 34c. Dresses frumpy--baggy shirts, sweat pants, the whole nine yards.
Not ugly, but very unsure of herself, only had a handful of dates in high school.

IC:

Garrett was looking over the new pictures for his portfolio when he heard the knock on his door. He glanced at the clock on his desk. It was just after 7 p.m. Right on time.

He went to the door, and opened it. There was his kid sister, Andy--short for Andrea. She was dressed as usual--an oversized t-shirt with the school's name on it, and baggy beach pants, dilapidated flip-flops on her feet. Her luggage was all around her on the porch and the sidewalk.

"Hey kiddo," he said.

Andrea's face lit up when she saw him. Garrett reached out and grabbed her in a big hug.

"I'm tired; and I'm hungry," she said when he finally released her enough to allow her breath for talking.

"I'm sorry, couldn't have met you at the station. Everything went FUBAR today on the shoot..."

"What's FUBAR?"

Garrett chuckled, "Oh that's right. You'll pick up new expressions, just make sure you don't use them around mom and dad. FUBAR--fucked up beyond all recognition. Imagine everything that could go wrong, going wrong, and then multiply it by about ten, and you'll be close."

Her eyes were half-closed.

"Did you get anything to eat?"

"Yeah I had a bite at the station. Can you show me my room? I want to go to bed."

"Sure." Garrett got up and guided her to her bedroom.

The money from his modeling was good enough that he'd been able to move off campus in his sophmore year, and now he was renting the whole top floor of this house, just off the campus. The basemet was rented to another group of students. Their parents had made him promise to let Andrea live with him her freshman year.

He carried her luggage with him and showed her the bed, already made up with sheets just like the ones she had at home. Andy always liked something familiar around her. She collaped on the bed, while he stowed her luggage in the closet. She slowly got up as he headed for the door, she turned her back to him and began sliding off her sweat pants. He caught a glimpse of her cotton panties before he headed to his own room.
 
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Andie sighed. She had seen all the college students on her way from the train. All looking like the stepped out of a magazine. After taking off most of her clothes Andie stared at herself in the mirror.
"I'll never look like that"
It wasn't that Andie was bad looking. It was just that she had been a tom-boy for so long that she didn't know anything else. She pulled on her dirty blonde hair. She stared at herself and her blue eyes stared back.
"I'm pathetic"
Andie heard foot steps at her door. She knew it was her borther coming to check on her. Andie smiled alittle. She was so kind to her, much nicer than any of the boys she had ever met. Who ever ends up with him will be extremly lucky, Andie thought to herself.
There was a knock on her door.
"Yea?"
"Andie, you all right in there?"
Garrett peeked into the room. Andie made no move to cover herself. She was in her bra and undies, and they were borther and sister. She didn't think it mattered.
"Yea, I'm fine Garrett, thanks for checking in"
She was sarcastic but she smiled for good measure, she didn't her brother to think that she was bad at him.
 
Garret went to the kitchen after leaving Andie to change out of her travel clothes and started up some water to boil. He'd make a quick dish of spaghetti carbonara tonight. An easy dish, and filling. Andy needed something other than station food--expensively priced fast food. He pulled out the bacon to start cutting it up and remembered that he needed to show her where the bathroom was.

He'd been lucky enough to find a place with two bathrooms on the upper floor. Which mean he wouldn't have to fight with her make up in his drawer and her nylons almost strangling him when they were drying. Besides they'd had to share when they were kids, and he liked his space.

He knocked on Andie's door, and peeked in.

"Andie, you all right in there?"

"Yeah Garret I'm fine. Thanks for checking in."

She was just standing there in her bra and panties. The bra definitely had seen better days, and even in those better days it hadn't really been much of one. And she was wearing cotton granny panties. He didn't know they made them for girls her age.

"Put your robe on, grab some clean clothes and I'll show you where your bathroom is."

She wrapped a thinning terry cloth robe around herself and followed him, a towel trailing absently in her hand.

He showed her the bathroom, complete with tub, and everything a girl could want. He'd even fixed a full-length mirror on the back of the. But seeing her reminded him what a tom-boy she'd always been, and the three years he'd been gone hadn't change that at all.

"Get yourself cleaned up and I'll have dinner ready when you're done." He shut the door and headed for the kitchen.
 
Her brother didn't seem fazed at all. Andie thought that maybe after three years she had grown up and out,well, she thought wrong. Slowly Andie put all her tolitries in the drawers. She washed her face and hands. She was happy to be here, what girl wouldn't be. She just.....was dissapointed. Andie thought that there would be more tom-boys. But their were only more boys.

Finally washed up she changed back into her clothes and walked to the kitchen. Tentativly, she sniffed the air. Her brother had never been a cook.
"Mmmm!" Andie had never smelt anything so good.
"What?" Garrett was chopping vegetables and paying little attetion to his sister.
"It smells heavenly in here! Where did you learn to cook like this?"
"Three year at college, you gotta learn or your toast"
Andie nodded. Her brother could do anything he wanted to to. She guessed he had set his mind to cooking.
 
Garrett gave an involuntary shudder as he watched Andie come in the kitchen still wearing her travel clothes. He'd heard the shower running and her hair was wet so she'd cleaned up. "I guess tom-boy habits die hard," he thought.

Andie was asking him about his cooking dinner.

"The secret is to learn quick and easy recipies. Take this one for example fry up some chopped bacon, boil some spaghetti noodles, beat a couple eggs, mix it all together and viola` dinner is ready."

She leaned over the counter to get a better look at him cooking.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to seeing you cook."

"You may not. Depends on how busy I am, whether or not I cook. This may be the last time you see it."

Andies breasts made a tent out of the oversized sweat shirt. Little sister was growing up, but she's my sister.

"Make yourself useful, runt. The plates are in the cupboard by the sink. Glasses are t here too. GEt some Coke or whatever you want out of hte 'fridge."

As she passed him he reached out and tickled her side. She screamed and jumped. Some things never change.
 
Andie really tried, but the trip had exhausted her. Even with the caffiene from the Coke she could barely keep her eyes open during dinner. She actually did nod off a couple times for a few seconds.

She perched on the stool while he did the dishes. That was the only thing he didn't like about cooking carbonara--the pan got so messy from cooking the eggs onto the noodles.

"By the way you've got dish duty for the whole semester," Garrett said.

"Wha . . .?"

"Never mind." It just wasn't worth it. Practical jokes are wasted on the stupid and the incredibly tired.

Once he had everthing cleaned up, he pulled her off the stool by one hand and guided her back to her bedroom.

"Okay, sleeping beauty, let's get you to bed. You're gonna sleep through the night and tomorrow, I'll bet."

She'd turned the bed down when she first came in. He started with the easiest first. He unzipped the hooded sweat shirt she was wearing and slipped it off. He tossed it to the chair by the desk.

Up close the bra wasn't much of anything, hardly giving her breasts hardly any support. It was old stretched and faded. Her areole and nipples made faint bumps in the old fabric of the bra.

She hadn't put on her shoes when she came in for dinner. He undid her jeans and slide them down her legs. "Lift your foot." Andie obeyed. "Now the other one." The jeans fell in a pile on the floor; they joined the sweatshirt on the chair.

He was surprised at how his sister had grown up. Flat stomach, even under the cotton granny panties, nice boobs. She just needed some form of style. But he couldn't come right out and say, "Andie you dress like shit, and no one will ask you out as long as you look that way." Every time he'd tried giving her advice when he was at home she'd argued with him. She'd just have to find out on her own.

He sat her down on the bed, then swung her legs around and under the covers. He pulled them up, and, incredibly, kissed her on the forehead.

Garrett gathered up her dirty, travel clothes and put them by the door. He opened her suitcase to look for clean clothes. They were all frumpy and shapeless. Her underwear was various shades of cotton granny panties, and ugly, sexless bras.

He pulled out some clean shorts for her and a relatively clean t shirt. He also pulled out a pair of panties and a bra and put them in a neatly folded pile on the desk chair.

He took the dirty clothes and tossed them into the basket by the washing machine.
 
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Redxrose has disappeared, so anyone interested in being Andrea, PM me.
 
waking up i looked at my watch and it said half 6. i groaned and suddenly remembered what an idot i had been lats night. i quickly showered and changed, going out for my run, hoping not to run into him
 
Garret heard the door slam shut as Andie took off on her daily run. She'd been jogging every morning since she was 13.

He jumped into the shower, thinking about what to do for her. How could he sex her up? No that wasn't the right word to use when talking about your sister. How could he help her dress better, make the most of her looks. He's learned in modeling that the most incredibly plain woman could become stunning if she knew how to apply her make up, and wore decent clothing.

If he, as a model couldn't figure out how to do it, then he was dumber than he thought he was.

He closed his eyes as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and unbidden the image of Andie in her bra and panties popped into his mind. Her flat stomach and the bumps of her nipples under the bra.

Garrett opened his eyes and shook his head, trying to dispel the image.
 
her feet pounded the stret as the fresh air hit her lungs. her walkman in her ears she smiled, the sun on her face. she ran until her legs ached then made her way back home. garret was sitting at the table when she came through the door. "i have an idea" he said
 
"An idea? Isn't that dangerous?" Andie asked. She was always the smartass in the family.

"You can take it or leave it. Last night I unpacked some of your things. Girl if you're going to catch someone's attention, you've got to dress better. You need to learn how to catch the eyes of the guys."

"Don't I already?"

"Maybe, but as a guy, I can tell you it's not in the way you want."

"So what's your big idea?"

"I'll help give you a makeover."

"A what?"

"I'll take you shopping and help you find clothes that look good on you instead of a tent. I know a great hair stylist that can give you hair that will just scream, 'Take me.' to the guys. Some of the women models I know can help you with your make up. We'll make you a new girl for college life--from the underwear out. Those granny panties have got to go, kid."
 
"well you shouldnt have been looking!" she retorted "anyway that sounds like a great idea, who knows i might even enjoy it!" smiling from the inside out, andie started to look forward to it, maybe it couldnt hurt to chuck away her old comfy stuff and sex up a bit.
 
"Well someone had to find you clean clothes after you collapsed last night." He'd taken her travel clothes originally to wash them, but ultimately decided they needed to be tossed. She was going to wonder where her clothes were going. "Andie, you're 18 now, and at school. Your clothes need to mature with you, not get run down and ragged. Give me a few minutes."

He opened up the address book on his palm pilot and started going through phone numbers. It took Garrett, half an hour to find someone up to the challenge.

"Hey Vanessa can you do me a favor? My kid sister is in town, needs a makevoer. We need to get her a good wardrobe, and teach her how to put on makeup."

Vanessa was a redhead he worked with regularly. They'd even tried dating but in the end decided that Friends with benefits was the best way to go. He like the firey red hair on her pussy, as well as her head, and her tight ass and pussy.

"How much of a makeover?

"From the underwear out. New undies, new clothes, new hair, new make up-everything."

"Could be interesting."

"Good. You're in, kid."

Andie was standing there in her running shorts, the only concession she made to showing her body. She had fantastic muscular legs. He looked her over, head to toe. He'd need to get her into the gym as well so she could start adding some upper body strength.

"We start on Friday," he told Andie. "Now go shower, and we'll head up to the bookstore and get your textbooks for you."
 
walking up the stairs, andie got thinking. maybe it was good that he was looking out for her. she stripped off her clothes and stepped under the water and sighed. soaping up her body she felt her self. she wasnt saggy but she wasnt firm either. damn it, she ran but it was just her legs that had any real shape. "gym here i come" she muttered to herself.
 
Garrett needed to get to the school bookstore as well to get his textbooks for the next semester. Unfortunately, despite her seeming excited at the prospect of the make over, Andie was till a frump. This time she was wearing a pair of holey jeans with a whole right on the ass, showing everyone who passed by her greying granny panties. Her old flip-flops slapped everywhere they went. They were attracting attention, but not the kind Garrett was used to.

He wondered how it would work picking out her underwear. It was one thing to tell his kid sister that she needed to toss the granny panties, and quite another to walk into a lingerie department with her, even accompanied by a second woman, and pick out thongs, and tap pants and the sexy undies that he knew she'd look great in. He could already see what would work for her. He was surprised that he started getting slightly hard.
 
As andie walked between the aisles to get her books she noticed that Garrett was keeping his distance. in a slight huff she found all the books she needed and headed for the checkout. taking her paid books under her arm she waited outside the door, getting more pissed off by the minute. When he finally wandered out she was mad as hell and the situation wasnt helped by teh attention she was getting. she felt uncomfortable when people stared and this pissed her off even more. "take your time why dont you." she barked at him "and whats teh crack with taking me out then acting like your not even with me?! you know what you are? a jerk!"
 
Andie's outburst came out of nowwhere. Sure, he hadn't been keeping up with her in the store, but he kept running into friends and the books he needed were in different places.

Garrett took her by the elbow and guided her toward a place where they could talk without everyone and their pet dog looking at them. She was really pissed, and tried jerking her arm away. But he wasn't going let her get away with this. He gripped her elbow tighter.

"Where the hell did that come from?" he demanded.

"You were so damn embarassed by your dumpy little sister that you wouldn't even stay close to me there in the store. You're such a hypocrite."

"Embarassed? I figured you were mature enough to find the books on your own. And you did. I had my own books to find, and I saw my friends. I've been her a couple of years, I do have friend you don't know." He knew that was snotty as soon as he said it, but he didn't want to withdraw it. He was a little pissed as well at her accusations. There was probably some truth to them but he hadn't done anything deliberately, so he wasn't going to cop to them.

"You didn't introduce me to them."

"That I'll plead guilty to. But that's was more just thoughtlessness, not rudeness. Here in college you've got to learn to think more before you speak and ask questions before you go around making accusations. I meant everything I said about taking you out. Shit, I'll even admit to being a jerk sometimes, but trust me when I'm a jerk, you'll really know it."

Garrett reached out and grabbed her and turned her around. "You've got to learn to present yourself, kiddo. Let me show you what I'm talking about." He reached down and slipped his fingers into the hole on the ass of her jeans, and pulled it out to show how big it was and how loose. "Look at this. Can you feel how big this whole is? You're walking around and showing everyone what color your panties are. No matter what Bimbo Spears wears in her music videos, that's just not classy." He turned her back around and looked her in the eye. "Trust me, Andie. I know what I'm doing and in the end you'll thank me."
 
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"im going home"

she really didnt know what was up with her, maube she really was ahamed by teh way she looked and her bro wouldnt really hang out with her. she turned and started to walk away, unwilling to admit, even to herself, that she felt a flash like lightning when he poked his fingers in.

"andie wait.." she heard him call
 
Garrett grabbed Andie before she got too far, and turned her around to look him in the eye.

"Now tell me what the hell is going on. Where is this hostility coming from? You know I wasn't deliberately ignoring you. Besides, how are you getting home? Level with me and tell me what's happening."

Andie just stared at him, her lips compressed. She was on the verge of a tantrum, and wasn't going to say anything. He'd seen this over the years.

He thought he'd lighten things up.

"YOu know if you're going to keep on like this, you're not too old for me to put you over me knee and spank that raggedy ass of yours." He tried smiling when he said it, but he didn't know if it came out right. He was surprised at how he was around his little sister. Almost tongue tied.
 
"if you think you're man enough, fucking try it"

she dared him, her voice raising and drawing attention to them. Garrett smiled at them, embarressed.She knew he was too chicken to even try it, as he knew she swing for him.
 
"My,, my the little girl's got a mouth on her," Garrett said. She'd been away from him too long. Back when he was still living at home, he wouldn't have done anything about it. But she needed to learn her place, or at least learn respect. She swung at him. She was slow, and he ducked and grabbed her wrist lightly. He saw the bench right behind him. He dropped to it and pulled h er down with him. He pulled her over his knee as he dropped and there was her raggedy ass poking up. He slapped her ass three times, lightly. Then he let her up.

"I told you that you weren't too old for a spanking. Now let's get home. Vanessa's coming to the house in an hour to meet us."
 
her face was beetroot red as she struggled up off his lap. the lil bugger had actually done it! she didnt know whether to be turned on or outraged!

"bastard"

she told him simply

"oh and by the way that was a pussy's slap!"

she added to add insult to injury. she was on the verge of tears as she made her way to his car. it was a long journey home with neither of them talking.
 
If she wanted a real spanking, next time she acted up, he'd turn her ass bright red, Garrett was thinking on the way home. He was suprised by the hard on he had. That was part of the reason he wasn't talking. He didn't want to betray himself with a husky voice. He felt a bit guilty, but not much because she'd been asking for it.

Once again the image of her in her bra and panties came to mind. Flat stomach, bigger tits than he'd remembered. Her nipples making bumps on the bra. Next his mind flashed to what she'd look like if she had some real underwear, some real lingerie she could be proud of. His cock got harder adn he kept his lips tighter.
 
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