05-11-2022, 01:01 PM
Melanie opened the box. On the inside of the lid was a small mirror almost four inches square. It was smudged with makeup. The bottom had a row of small trays containing various shades of eye shadow. Green. Blue. Brown. Red. Beside that were two tubes of lipstick and a stick with sponges on either end. They were stained blue and brown with eye shadow. Atop them was a small circular brown compact with C G in gold letters in the middle. Melanie smiled as she looked inside the box.
"Mom got me this because she was fed-up with me playing with her makeup and making a mess of everything. I must have been ten or twelve and I wanted to be as pretty as mom."
"Too bad that never happened." I spat out, laughing.
The smile on my sister's face vanished. She snapped the box shut and tossed it aside, then lowered her head. She began digging through the box once more.
"What?" I asked, surprised by Melanie's hurt expression.
"Sometimes you can be a real jerk, Mark." Her narrowed brown eyes met mine. She now seemed more angry than sad.
"Lighten up, Mel. I was only teasing." I said.
"Well, it wasn't funny." she snapped, glaring at me once more.
To me it was funny, or at least ironic. Melanie was very pretty. The prettiest girl I had ever known, in fact. Anyone who saw her thought the same. I would have never suspected that she was so insecure about her appearance. Not only was she stunning, but she had a body that everyone seemed to notice, men and women alike.
"I'm sorry, Mel," I mumbled "it's just that... well, c'mon... you're not exactly ugly. I thought you would know I was only teasing, because..." I feared that had already said too much, so I stopped before I crossed some sort of line that I couldn't detect.
"Because what?" Melanie leaned back, holding the edges of the box, waiting for me to explain myself.
I sighed, searching for words to console her that were still appropriate for a brother to say to his sister.
"C'mon, Mel -- you're pretty. Everyone thinks so. I mean, you're my sister, but even I'll admit to thinking it too."
Melanie giggled, although I wasn't sure whether it was because of my sudden nervousness, or at what I had said. She was smiling once more at least, so I was relieved by that much.
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked, sounding incredulous.
I gave her a silent nod, reluctant to admit to it aloud.
"Thanks, Mark. You're the best brother anyone could ever have." she gushed.
Melanie slid over the linoleum, around the boxes and to my right. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer. Her lips were soft and moist as she kissed my cheek, but what I was most aware of was the feeling of her breasts. My right arm was sandwiched between them as she hugged me. They were firm and felt larger than they had appeared earlier when I had seen them nestled in her bra. I tried my best to fold my arms over my lap to hide my erection.
"Okay... thanks," I stammered "you can let go of me now, Mel."
I couldn't tell if the sweat on my palms was caused by the heat of the attic or nervousness, but as much as I enjoyed my sister's embrace I wanted it to end before she could detect my arousal. I could feel by cock pushing up on my wrist through my jeans.
Melanie relaxed her arms, but did not remove them from around my shoulders. Now it was my turn to be teased I discovered.
"What's the matter, Mark, don't you like girls?" she asked, seeming impish.
"Sure I do," I said "just not you -- not like that anyway."
"But you just said that you think I'm pretty. I thought you'd like it when a pretty girl gives you a hug and kisses your cheek."
I couldn't tell whether my sister's question was serious or an effort to taunt me, although I suspected the latter. What I was sure of was I'd feel more comfortable once she let go of me.
"Okay, whatever." I snapped, trying to wriggle free from her embrace.
"So it's okay for you to look down my top when I bend over, but I'm not allowed to give you a hug..." she countered.
I snapped my head up and looked at Melanie with wide-eyed terror.
"Thought I never noticed, didn't you?" She had a smug look on her face, but never seemed angry.
The tone of my sister's voice puzzled me. I fully expected her to be irate, even repulsed, knowing I had been leering down her top, but she sounded playful. Still, I lowered my head in shame, unable to meet her gaze.
"Oh, chill-out, bro," she said, giving my back a brisk rub "I'm only teasing you. I'm not pissed. I'm used to guys looking at them. Most of the time I don't care, especially if they're cute, like you."
"Mom got me this because she was fed-up with me playing with her makeup and making a mess of everything. I must have been ten or twelve and I wanted to be as pretty as mom."
"Too bad that never happened." I spat out, laughing.
The smile on my sister's face vanished. She snapped the box shut and tossed it aside, then lowered her head. She began digging through the box once more.
"What?" I asked, surprised by Melanie's hurt expression.
"Sometimes you can be a real jerk, Mark." Her narrowed brown eyes met mine. She now seemed more angry than sad.
"Lighten up, Mel. I was only teasing." I said.
"Well, it wasn't funny." she snapped, glaring at me once more.
To me it was funny, or at least ironic. Melanie was very pretty. The prettiest girl I had ever known, in fact. Anyone who saw her thought the same. I would have never suspected that she was so insecure about her appearance. Not only was she stunning, but she had a body that everyone seemed to notice, men and women alike.
"I'm sorry, Mel," I mumbled "it's just that... well, c'mon... you're not exactly ugly. I thought you would know I was only teasing, because..." I feared that had already said too much, so I stopped before I crossed some sort of line that I couldn't detect.
"Because what?" Melanie leaned back, holding the edges of the box, waiting for me to explain myself.
I sighed, searching for words to console her that were still appropriate for a brother to say to his sister.
"C'mon, Mel -- you're pretty. Everyone thinks so. I mean, you're my sister, but even I'll admit to thinking it too."
Melanie giggled, although I wasn't sure whether it was because of my sudden nervousness, or at what I had said. She was smiling once more at least, so I was relieved by that much.
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked, sounding incredulous.
I gave her a silent nod, reluctant to admit to it aloud.
"Thanks, Mark. You're the best brother anyone could ever have." she gushed.
Melanie slid over the linoleum, around the boxes and to my right. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer. Her lips were soft and moist as she kissed my cheek, but what I was most aware of was the feeling of her breasts. My right arm was sandwiched between them as she hugged me. They were firm and felt larger than they had appeared earlier when I had seen them nestled in her bra. I tried my best to fold my arms over my lap to hide my erection.
"Okay... thanks," I stammered "you can let go of me now, Mel."
I couldn't tell if the sweat on my palms was caused by the heat of the attic or nervousness, but as much as I enjoyed my sister's embrace I wanted it to end before she could detect my arousal. I could feel by cock pushing up on my wrist through my jeans.
Melanie relaxed her arms, but did not remove them from around my shoulders. Now it was my turn to be teased I discovered.
"What's the matter, Mark, don't you like girls?" she asked, seeming impish.
"Sure I do," I said "just not you -- not like that anyway."
"But you just said that you think I'm pretty. I thought you'd like it when a pretty girl gives you a hug and kisses your cheek."
I couldn't tell whether my sister's question was serious or an effort to taunt me, although I suspected the latter. What I was sure of was I'd feel more comfortable once she let go of me.
"Okay, whatever." I snapped, trying to wriggle free from her embrace.
"So it's okay for you to look down my top when I bend over, but I'm not allowed to give you a hug..." she countered.
I snapped my head up and looked at Melanie with wide-eyed terror.
"Thought I never noticed, didn't you?" She had a smug look on her face, but never seemed angry.
The tone of my sister's voice puzzled me. I fully expected her to be irate, even repulsed, knowing I had been leering down her top, but she sounded playful. Still, I lowered my head in shame, unable to meet her gaze.
"Oh, chill-out, bro," she said, giving my back a brisk rub "I'm only teasing you. I'm not pissed. I'm used to guys looking at them. Most of the time I don't care, especially if they're cute, like you."
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