Disciplinary Action

[RavishedAngel]

Nathan

Just to give you a quick description: I've got black hair, gray eyes, sort of tanned skin. I guess I'm tall at 6'3", with a muscular build. Hey, I played football from high school to college, so I try to keep my figure. Why waste eight years of exercise and sweat? I vent out my anger on a punching bag in my basement. It's pretty well worn at this point, and it keeps my mind and body in shape. Usually, anyway. Except for one thing.

My sister is a bitch.

I know, I'm the older brother -- I'm 25 years old, Jenna's only 18. I should be able to tolerate a little immaturity now and then. But it's not just that. She teases me. Whenever I visit her, she makes a point to change into the most revealing things. She lets her ass hang out of her skirt, and her boobs fall out of her shirt. She gives me these looks. And she yells and screams and has a fit if I ever make a comment about how she shouldn't dress like that, or act the way she does. I just want to slap her around sometimes. Or fuck her silly. Or both.

My mom, as usual, forced me to go visit Jenna again. She seems to think that it helps us "bond." Go figure.

I stood in front of her door (she was always the spoiled one -- dad bought her a house! sure it's small, but...), smirking as I whacked my fist against it three times. I wasn't going to put up with anything now. I was going to do things my way. Why let a hot young girl tease me when I could easily take her? I never liked wasting opportunities.

I thought I'd try out some domination this time. In need of a Jenna who loves lots of violence and rough, nonconsensual sex.

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Jenna

Jenna:

While big brother played football, Jenna became a cheer leader. But of course, when big bro was on the field, she only pouted. He got all of the tall genes. She only grew to 5'4" short for a girl, so she learned early how to balance on high heels.

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Jenna stomped to the door in disgust. Her mom made her be nice to Nathan. Its almost time for the holidays so she wanted her kids to get along, for once.

She made Nathan wait while she checked herself out in the hallway mirror. She had on a tight, thin, white tank top, the kind that's called a "whife beater" when a man wears it. Her black lacy bra was totally visible underneath. Jenna gave the tank top a tug, pulling the neckline down to reveal the lace tops of the C cups.

Her matching thong was in a twist up her ass crack. The cutoff jeans made it worse, the frayed strings got all twisted. So, while Nathan waited, Jenna dug at her ass to pull everything out of her crevice.

Nathan could wait, she decided, as she checked out her new shoes, high heeled platform sandals that showed off her toned legs and red tornails.

 

[RavishedAngel]

Nathan

Figures. I needed to learn to be patient with the bit-- er, my sister. She took about ten minutes to answer the door whenever I came over. On a good day.

I rose my fist up to the wood again and gave another three knocks, tapping my foot on the ground. I was wearing my combat boots again. I loved those things. That and they made me one or two inches taller. That always pissed off my sister, too, which is another reason I wore them today. If she could scamper around in nearly nothing, I could at least be 6'5", right?

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Jenna:

"All right! All right! Stop banging my door down!" I shouted from right behind the door.

I hated my fucking brother!

But, that's OK, because mom wants us to get along, we'll get along. Because I had something planned for big bro. I opened the door just as his hand was about to come smashing down on the door again.

"Stop it!" I shouted, leaping back.

Oh shit. When I opened the door, and looked outside Mrs. McGill, my nosey neighbor, was standing there in her window. She must have seen it all, Nathan standing there waiting, beating the door down, me yelling. She works as a secratary in the Law Firm our Dad's a senior partner at. If it gets back to him, we're in trouble again and they might not make my house payment. I might have to get a job!

"I've missed you!" I say sweetly, and then plant a light kiss on his cheek. Damn, is Nathan still growing? How'd he get so tall?

 

[RavishedAngel]

Nathan

I arched my brow a little. She seemed oddly cheery. Fake, of course, which made me suspicious.

I waited for her to back off before walking in, closing the door behind me with a sort of backwards kick. I rarely ever closed doors with my hands.

"So, uh...hi." I blinked at her outfit -- god she looked tacky -- and glanced around to see if she had changed anything in the house. "How're you?"

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Jenna:

She walked backwards, facing Nathan as she led him to the kitchen. "I'm OK."

In the kitchen, her smile turned a little devilish. She knew that Nathan had been struggling with alcohol addiction for the last two years now. He only managed to be half-way normal by attending six Alcoholics Anonymus meetings a week.

Jenna had stocked her fridge with fruity, girlie cocktails, the kind of things that new drunks chug and then say, "I couldn't even taste the alcohol!"

But, she had poured them all into Snapple containers. "So, can I get you some juice?"

He nodded, and she took one bottle out, poured it into a glass and handed it over.

"So, how've you been? Found a girlfriend who can put up with you?"

 

[RavishedAngel]

Nathan

I sniffed at the drink (hey, am I really supposed to trust Miss Bitch?), and glared at my sister.

"None of your business."

And I took a sip. Heh...tasty. I kept drinking while we talked.

"Oh yeah...how long did mom expect me to stay here with you? Just for the afternoon or what?"

Of course I was already eager to get the hell out of there...

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Jenna:

"We're supposed to have dinner." But, Jenna didn't want to be seen with her jerk brother, and she couldn't cook. "I ordered a pizza. You can eat it and then go."

Damn! Jenna watched, a little worried. Nathan slammed that drink, and it was a Lynchburg Lemonade, a shot of whiskey in each drink.

"No girlfriend huh?" She knew he was lying. Big bro was so fucking good looking, tall, muscles on muscles, all of the girls Jenna knew wanted some of him. He had a girl, Jenna assumed, and it pissed her off, filled her with jealousy.

"I'll bet you do have a girlfriend, you just don't wanna say. You at least pick up some bar slut every once in a while . . . . . Oh! Gosh, I am sorry! Look, I know you don't go to bars any more, its all AA now. And I am so proud of you that you don't have to go to anger management any more."

 

[RavishedAngel]

Nathan

"Yeah, whatever...hey, can I have another one? They're good." I pointed to the empty glass. Whatever it was, it was really good. "And no, I don't have a girlfriend right now. So stop saying that I do."

"And you know I'd never pick up a slut." I snorted. She knew what kind of girls I liked -- smart and pretty and sensetive. Not slutty.

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Jenna:

Smiling, she poured him another drink. The chill air from the fridge turned the tips of her breasts into peaks.

Yea, Jenna knew what kind of girl said he he liked. She also knew what kind of girl he did like. Every since they were little, she liked to sneak into his room and hide in his closet, sitting among the used socks and underwear. While he jacked himself into a jaw-dropping state, she looked at the magazines he had in front of him. Horny sluts, that's what turned him on.

 

[RavishedAngel]

Nathan

My eyes were drawn to her chest for a split second, then I rolled my eyes, and stared at the table. I started to chug down the refilled glass. Good drink...it had a sort of kick to it.

True, I did like horny sluts. To get off to and fuck, anyway. But I was trying to get myself a more sophisticated girl at this point. I was 23, after all, and I did want to get married. Sometime. But not yet.

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Jenna:

"So, do you wanna sit down in the living room?"

Withoug waiting for an answer, Jenna walked past Nathan into her small living room. It had a view of the swinnimg pool outside. Sharp points of light reflected up from the water, shining onto the ceiling.

She fell back on the couch and turned the TV on. A music video featuring a beautiful black woman with un-naturally straight blonde hair, came on. The singer gyrated through the latest beat.

Jenna set the remote control back on a stack of college school books. The deal with her parents was that she could have the house as long as she stayed in school. There was a slight problem with that though. Jenna got kicked out in the middle of the semester because of cheating. She didn't know how to tell her parents. Until she did, she just pretended that she was still going. At family dinners, she told her parents about made up tests and papers.

But right then, she didn't care about her parents. If Nathan found out, no telling what he would do with the information. That's why she freaked out a little when he looked at the books, because the dismissal letter from the school was under the top book.

 

[RavishedAngel]

Nathan

(I apologize for taking so long to reply...)

I got up from the chair and followed her into the living room after finishing off the glass of...whatever it was. I smirked when I saw the books.

"Ancient History, huh? How's that going?"

It was the biggest book, on top of the pile. I brushed the remote aside and picked the book up, and flipped through it. It didn't seem like it had been used very much.

"Doesn't seem like you read it a lot...don't you study or anything?"

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Jenna:

Defensively, she said, "Of course I study! What do you mean?"

Jenna glared at him then, pure anger. Their mutual animosity was broken by the doorbell.

"That's the pizza," she said, "I'll be right back."

He heard her go to the front door and answer it. She left her money in her bedroom, so she asked the delivery guy to wait. Nathan was momentarily alone in her living room.

(No problem about the delay, real life happens)

 

[RavishedAngel]

I growled at her as she went to get the door. Eh, at least there'd be something to eat. Hopefully it was good pizza.

I put her Ancient History book down, doubting what she had said about studying, and went back to looking through the pile-o-books. Hey...what the...Notice of Dismissal? That was...odd. I read through as much of it as I could before I heard my sister coming back, then set it down where it had been and re-positioned the history book on top of it.

Our parents would be so happy to hear about that...

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Jenna the flunkie:

Jenna found the money in her purse, in her bedroom.

With a grin, she looked at the toys she had laid out on her bed. She didn't know why, and she wished it didn't happen, but every time Nathan came for a visit, she usually had some killer solo sex sessions after he left. As soon as she left, she planned on lubing up her big black butt plug and sitting down on it -- real slow -- while she diddled her clit, and then when it was stuffed into her ass nice and good, filling her other fuck hole with a dildo.

A new toy, recently bought and so far unused, sat in the middle. She always had problems playing with her tits enough while she thrust one toy into her twat and kept one finger over her clit, so she bought a pair of light nipple clamps. Would she squeeze them on her hard nipples before or after the dildo? Ahhhh, the endless possabilities.

Maybe she should put them on now, and put on a baggy t-shirt so Nathan wouldn't see? For the rest of his visit, she would feel the pinch. God, how her twat twitched just then. Another visit. Christmas maybe?

Back at the front door, she paid for the pizza, and then stopped into the kitchen for more of the "juice" that Nathan was slurping up.

In the living room, she put the food and drinks on the table and then turned back to her snotty self. "Here's the pizza, don't eat it all! Oh, and you have to leave as soon as we're through."

Yea, the sooner he left, the sooner she could get off, the thought.