Something to help me unwind

[Twixle]

I hated homework!

"That Mr. Jarvis can suck a dick!" I told Katie as we walled home from High school.

"Yeah, a 3 hour sociology assignment. So much effort!" She was equally displeased.

"I just cant wait for the year to end so we can take start our year out. Freedom's just over the horizon!" This was the only thought keeping me going through these last grueling months.

We rounded the corner to my street, "See you tomorrow Bex!" Nobody called me Beccy apart from my dad.

As soon as I was inside I tossed my bag on the couch. "Fuck you" I murmured, seeing Mr Jarvis's face in my minds eye. The door was unlocked and the lights in the living room were on so it was evident that someone was home but I hadn't heard any movement so far.

The extent of the torment I was exposed to at school knew no bounds, as weren't even allowed to smoke on the premises. It was about this time every day that I rushed upstairs to retrieve my cigarettes and relax in the garden next to our pond, watching the fish swim idly helped my unwind. In my room, I pulled open a draw and received the packet. Sliding a cigarette out, my mouth watered slightly in anticipation, my addiction to nicotine seemed so lame. Before I went back down stairs I slipped a large pink sweater over my school shirt as the sun had begun to dip in the sky beyond my window. I smiled at myself in the mirror, even in the over sized jumper my breasts stretched the cotton tightly over my chest. I span on my toes to leave but glanced back momentarily to glimpse my own panties covering my sweet little butt under the green tartan skirt as it billowed slightly. Vanity was another weakness of mine.

In the garden, I lit my cigarette and sunk down onto a rock near the dark green water. The small fountain on the opposite side churned the water peacefully and circulated a scent of algae that was quickly masked by my smoke. After a brief moment of staring mindlessly into the deep depths, allowing my thoughts and troubles to gently melt away, I snapped back hard as I remembered the mountainous assignment that lay in waiting. I uttered a groan and let my head sink low, taking another long drag of my cigarette.

Glimpsing back at the house I wondered who was in. Mum and Dad's bedroom light shone brightly out of an upstairs window to overpower the declining visibility outside. A breeze alerted the hairs on my body and I stubbed out my cigarette, tossing it over the fence into next doors garden as I rose and stretched. My stretched snowballed into a mournful yawn and my back arched with it, pushing my chest outwards before my arms fell and swung lazily. I trudged back inside.

OOC: I'm looking for someone to play the role of the character in the house. At first I saw them as Beccy's father but as I was writing I realized that it could be anyone i.e a sibling, mother etc. I did expect them to be a relative but I you feel like you can put somebody else in and it work than go ahead. x

 

[kev0]

I walk in the door and slam it behind me. Smelling the smoke, I yell, "Hey Beccy, you know I'm going to tell mom and dad if you don't do my chores for me today." I smile, knowing that you'll be pissed off at me for using dad's nickname and for threatening you, again.

I smile, satisfied for a few reasons. I lay myself down on the couch, waiting for you to huff and puff like you usually do. You walk in from the garden, the door slamming behind you.

"Now Beccy, we both know how this goes. You clean the house and my room for me, and no one gets in trouble."

We're twins, and I was only born a little after you, but we couldn't be any more different. All of the teachers love you, and our parents think you're the most wonderful child. I'm lazy, and I get others to do my work for me. I know I'm smart enough to get good grades, but really, why would I want to get A's when I can con people into doing the work for me?

Once I hear you getting out the vacuum cleaner, I snap out of my day dream. I look up to see you bending over to plug it in, a cigarette still in your mouth. Your ass is barely covered by the thin underwear you have on, and I wonder how you get away with people thinking you're a good girl. I know the truth--I've heard the moans coming from your room at night. Yet you get away with putting on this good girl persona. You stand up and look at me, almost as if you knew what I saw.

I bounce of the couch, "Have fun with that Beccs." I leave with a wicked smile as I head up the stairs.

I stop in your room to take a peek, noticing that your work is spread out on the table. "You sure seem to hate this Mr. Jarvis," I muse to myself. The homework has gotten my attention. It's actually hard, not like the crap they give in other classes. I know you hate hard homework--it's probably the only thing you complain about at the dinner table, and with that I get an idea. An idea that I can use for my own gains. Before I leave your room, I see one of your thongs thrown to the side. I grab it as I head to my room, ready to figure out the details of my plan.

 

[Twixle]

I cursed your name under my breath. It was always the way when you saw me smoking, for you became even worse than you already were. I was always so careful to make sure you didn't spot me but I had become careless today. The name Beccy grated on my intensely as well, and you knew this. I entered the house with the cigarette still in my mouth. I couldn't care less if the smell lingered long enough for Mum and Dad to smell it when they got home, in needed the nicotine to help me through your chores.

Vacuuming is the one thing I hate with a passion stronger than steel. I winced as I retrieved the vacuum cleaner from its cupboard and give and evil glance in your direction, but you were too engrossed in a day dream to pay me any attention. As I passed you to plug in the vacuum I slyly blew a cloud of smoke over you. Your egotistical facial expression suggested that you were lost in a thoughts about your self. My vanity and you immense egotism were the only aspects of our personalities that paralleled, we were polar opposites on every other front.

As I bent to plug the vacuum in I took a long drag of my cigarette and exhaled hard as I straightened up. It was almost gone now and I stubbed it out on the near by window sill, letting it drop to the floor. I flicked the switch on the vacuum and sucked up the butt from the carpet then wiped the ash off the sill with my smoky smelling fingers.

You had already disappeared upstairs and I swore to your name again as I began to clean the house. The long and tedious process was made almost unbearable by my looming assignment. I added Mr Jarvis to the black list of muttered names. I trudged on with the monotonous task, stopping momentarily to finger my panties a little as they began to creep up between my tight cheeks. The rumble of the hoover vaguely reminded me of the vibrations of and electric dildo, or one of those rings boys get to wear on their cocks, but even the sexuality was sucked out of me by the overwhelming boredom as I finally caught myself day dreaming about automatic toothbrushes.

Finally, and with great effort, I switched off the vacuum and returned it to its cupboard. I knew full well that the other chore you had was emptying and re stocking the dish washer, but I sure as hell wasn't going to let you blackmail me into being your bitch completely. I climbed the stairs with hesitation and shouted down the corridor,

"I'm not doing the dishwasher!" Entering my room I was reminded of the assignment that my mind was so partial to forgetting about and let out a squeal of rage. My head slumped against the back of my door and the will to survive slowly left my body.

 

[kev0]

As you vacuum the house, my fingers trace the lace trim around your underwear. I notice a slight stain on it, and I think about last night. I heard you moaning through the wall--it almost sounded like you were saying my name, "Kevin, oh my fucking God..." I remember getting hard thinking about how you played with yourself. You probably started in your bed, your hands working yourself through the fabric of your underwear before pulling them off and throwing them into the corner of your room, where I would find them. Your fingers playing with yourself until you couldn't handle it anymore. And that's when I heard you, gagging a little before whimpering out my name.

I smell your panties, getting a slight scent of your womanhood. I think about last night and what I heard, and I start to think about how I'm going to get you to at least let me watch. You may be my sister, but you seem to have a knack for walking around in skimpy, barely there clothing around the house, especially when I'm around. I can hear you cursing me and Mr. Jarvis from upstairs. I realize that your homework is probably even more valuable than I imagined. My dick continues to stir as I think about if I could make you become a little sex slave by helping you out with your homework. It might take a little bit of time, so I decide that I'd be willing to even settle for something like watching you masturbate tonight.

I hear you storm up the stairs and into your room. The dishwasher doesn't really matter. It'll be a surprise to mom and dad that the house is even clean, life goes on. I hear you slump against the walls, and I decide to give you a couple of minutes before I come over and bother you. I hide the panties underneath the bed, hopefully I'll remember to put them into your hamper sometime. I pop down and play some games on my phone, waiting for the right time to bother you. I hear sniffles coming from your room, and something pulls at my heartstrings. My stupid brotherly instincts kick in, and I hop off my bed, knock on your door and enter before you even say come in.

You glare at me, but I grab a box of tissues and sit next to you. I know how much you take pride in your looks, so I gently dab away the tears. I sit down next to you and put my arm around you. I notice your homework is spread about the room, almost like you threw it. I pick up and pretend to look over it like it's the first time I've seen it.

"Doesn't look too bad," I quip to no one in particular.

I realize that I'm pretty much the biggest asshole in the world for taking advantage of my sister like this, but I push those guilty feelings aside before pulling your head onto my shoulder.

"Hey sis, are you ok? You know, I took a class like this already, and I think I could help you out Becs," I call you by my nickname for you and smile at you.

 

[Twixle]

I fell to my bed and closed my eyes, forgetting the world and my responsibilities. Breathing slowly into my pillow my mind wandered back to last night when I grasped and bit furiously on my bed sheet as my fingers danced between my thighs. Sleepy, I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock on my night stand, it shone 6:30PM in bright green letters. Fucking Hell! The vacuuming had taken me forty five minutes! I knew now that after I had finished my assignment, my own chores, eaten tea and had a shower I would have literally zero time to my self if I wanted any chance of waking up in the morning for school. It was all your fault as well.

As I lay their feeling severely pissed off with you I felt my rage begin to morph into arousal. This wasn't the first time it had happened, in fact it seemed to be a pretty frequently occurrence when ever you would go out of your way to make my life a misery. It had happened last night as I remember storming to my room after getting into an argument with you over something stupid and trivial. As I sat on my bed and balled my fists in anger at the image of you in my mind I couldn't help but become damp under the thin fabric of my panties. Moments later and I was vigorously masturbating to the thought of us, twins and teenagers, fucking wildly like incestuous rabbits.

Now the same lustful fever plagued me again and I found myself silently slipping my panties off from under my skirt. I threw them against the wall and they fell to the floor in the same spot as the others, which were missing. If I was observant I would of noticed the absents of my soiled underwear but I was to engrossed in my fantasies to consider it. My hand hovered over my moist pussy and I imagined it to be the swollen head of your cock, eagerly waiting in anticipation. I hated you and craved you simultaneously. But my eyes cracked open and spotted the pile of school books looming on my desk. Reason forced the image of you to vaporize from above me and I reluctantly retrieved the books and sat with them in my lap on the bed.

Two pages in and my confusion couldn't escalate any further. I was almost certain that I hadn't learnt anything the questions were asking me to provide and I knew that Mr Jarvis gave no sympathy towards unfinished work. The anger bubbled up inside me once more and I flipped the text book from my lap in blind rage, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks. Me head sat in my hands for a few moments before I heard my door open. You were the last thing I wanted to see and my eyes expressed this feeling yet you still came and sat with me, dabbing my damp eyes with tissues.

I took your offer to help with a pinch of salt and laughed cynically. "Thanks but I don't have a lot to give at the moment." I rose from the bed to pick some more of the paper off the floor, bending over right in front of you. "And don't try to tell me you'll do it for free. I know far you too well!" Looking at myself in the mirror, I was embarrassed by the shade of my cheeks.

"Now get out, please. I look a mess."

 

[kev0]

As you bent over to pick up your papers, it took all of my willpower to hold my hand back from slapping your ass. I watched as your tight, young pussy stared me in the face, a bead of wetness showing. I was wondering what you were thinking about before noticing another pair of your panties in the corner of your room where I took the last pair from. How could you not realize they kept on disappearing? I wondered. Unconsciously, I licked my lips wondering what your juices taste like. As you straightened your skirt, trying to pretend like nothing happened, I got up with you and teased you. "You know, a girl like you shouldn't bend over like that. Guys might get the wrong idea sis." By this time, I could feel my dick pushing against my pants, probably causing a noticeable tent.

Regardless, I grab half of your homework out of your hands. "I'll take these and get you answers on good faith that you'll do what I want. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't like, such as vacuuming. Instead, I think it's something that you like a lot, and I'll get a lot of enjoyment out of." I give a glance at your panties, and before you can say anything else, I walk out of your room.

Sitting down at my desk, I look at the homework. I consider doing it for a second before realizing how stupid that would be. I take out my phone and send pictures of the homework to some people that I get to do my homework. I lean back, pretty satisfied with my work. With that done, I go back to thinking about you, your pretty little pussy, and your underwear. My dick is begging to be let out, so I undo my pants, feeling it spring free. I sigh as I begin to slowly stroke it, moaning out your name under my breath. I work it, thinking about your wet pussy slide up and down my cock. Pulling out your underwear from my desk, I hold it between my fingers, feeling the satin material beneath my skin, soft like your skin.

The buzzing of my phone breaks my fantasy, and I check it realizing that I'm getting the answers back to your homework. I sigh, putting my pants back on. I get down to work, copying the answers onto your homework. Just from copying the answers, I realize how much of an ass this teacher is, and a hint of sympathy crosses my mind before I push it to the back of my head, reminding myself that there's a plan to be executed if I want to make you mine. Half an hour later, I finish writing the answers down, and I wonder if I should ask you to masturbate for me, or if I should step up the requests. Maybe I could even get a blowjob out of you tonight. Or both. I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask for more--you might try to bargain for less, so I might as well start high. Maybe you even want more than that, who knows?

I get out of my chair and walk over to your room, confident and cocky. You're going to love me and then instantly hate me, but that's ok. As long as I get what I want. I knock on your door, and before you can answer, I push it open. "Hey sis, I got this half of your homework done."