A Way to Pass the Time

[GeorgeWhiteField15]

Quick note: Contains sexual references made by siblings. A multi-part story, perhaps cliché at times, but felt it might be worth sharing. If this story contains anything inappropriate for the site, I apologize sincerely.


Wearing only a teal nightgown that made a mockery of modesty, along with a faded sky blue pair of cotton panties, Cassie found herself wandering to the fridge, attempting to scrub the grogginess from her eyes and ignore her nightgown, which was sticky with sweat.

It was nearing 11:30 pm, yet the temperature still flirted with 80 degrees, and ever the penny-pinches (not that she could blame them too much), her parents generally forbade the use of the air conditioner after bed-time.

Cassie felt hot, sticky, and overall yucky, but most of all, she found herself thirsty beyond belief. Thinking she might be able to grab a Seagrams wine cooler without her mother noticing, she crept from her room, past her siblings' rooms, down the stairs, and all with merely the occasional light sound of her footsteps on the carpet.

She didn't even know anyone else was awake until a voice spoke from the kitchen table as she pulled the fridge door open.

“Nice look, Cass,” her brother Jackson called.

At that, Cassie jumped a little, and turned toward his voice, reaching a hand out to turn the kitchen light on in the process.

Jackson was as lightly dressed as Cassie, wearing only a pair of boxers. He too looked rather tired, and was sipping on a strawberry daiquiri wine cooler.

Though Cassie's nightgown ended above the hemline of her panties, and the underwear themselves was rather thin, Cassie made no move to cover herself in any way.

Jackson and her weren't as close as they used to be, but the pair got along companionably enough. He was a year-and-a-half younger, and though she knew he had, in the past, peaked in at her while she was changing, he had a girlfriend now, one he's been dating for close to a year. He might still make the lewd comment or two, but she knew he meant nothing by them.

Instead, she moved forward and made a grab for the bottle, which he quickly moved away mockingly.

“You're too young,” he commented, grinning.

With a faux pout, Cassie shot back, “I'm a year older than you, asshat.”

“Such strong language from a little lady,” he relied in a hideous southern drawl, but then acquiesced, and handed the bottle over. Cassie sat down across from him, ignoring the feeling of her panties wedging up her butt. As she took a few small sips of the drink, she noticed Jackson glancing down at her boobs.

Apparently he noticed that she caught him, and gave her an embarrassed grin. “Sorry, just admiring them.”

Cassie felt her bangs brush her cheeks, but she brushed her brown hair off her face, and smirked. “Lizzie not showing any skin yet?”

“Yeah, she has,” he replied defensively. His face reddened slightly. “We even-”

He cut himself off as Cassie stifled a small giggle. “You get some?”

“What would you know about it,” he said, his tone hot, the blush on his cheeks more prominent.

“More than you would,” Cassie sneered, though she didn't know if that was strictly true. As it was, she had only had sex twice, and neither occasion was all that great. Generally speaking, Cassie had much better luck bringing herself to an orgasm than a guy ever had.

Jackson appeared to have a retort to that, but just shook his head and yawned. Cassie considered pushing it, but took another sip of the drink instead, then passed it back to Jackson.

After a long gulp, during which he seemed to calm down, he commented, “Liz has better boobs than you.”

Cassie scoffed, though she suspected Jackson was right. At a 36 B bust size, Cassie didn't seem to be getting much bigger, whereas Lizzie's certainly seemed a size or two larger.

“When's the last time you actually saw my boobs,” Cassie asked, moderately interested. While not particularly body shy around anyone, she never purposefully undressed in front of him, nor casually walked around the house topless (as if her mother would ever allow it).

His eyes went down, and Cassie knew her nightgown was tight enough to give a good impression, but she shook her head. “Doesn't count.”

“Well,” he said, his eyes moving up, his look thoughtful, “I did see you run to your room after taking a shower a couple of months ago.”

The memory dawned on her, and she suddenly gasped. “You stole my clothes?”

Jackson sniggered and shook his head. “Maddie did.”

Cassie took that in and admitted to herself that it was probably true. Maddie, or Madison, as their parents still called her, was three years younger than Cassie, and at 12, while painfully shy of her own body, delighted in causing her older sister embarrassment.

“And you were in on it,” Cassie asked, snatching the daiquiri back. She wasn't particularly bothered, but tried to keep an annoyed expression on her face.

“Well,” Jackson replied, shrugging, “why not?”

Cassie rolled her eyes. “And what did Maddie think?”

He sighed. “Just moaned about wanting bigger boobs. Why do girls always whine about wanting bigger boobs?”

“To be fair,” Cassie replied, downing the rest of the drink and gently placing the empty bottle on the table, “she's barely out of A cup.”

“But she's twelve,” Jackson replied, now rolling his eyes. “Has she even been through puberty?”

Cassie couldn't help it, and rolled her eyes again. Guys could be such idiots sometimes. “Want to see her tampons?”

Jackson sobered up briefly at that, and gave an awkward half-shrug. “I take it that's a yes?”

“A few months ago,” Cassie began, knowing a smile was coming onto her lips, “she asked me how to shave.”

“What, her legs,” Jackson incredulously asked. When Cassie just sat silent, hoping he'd figure it out, a look of understanding came onto his face. “You mean her, y'know-”

Cassie suppressed a giggle. “Guess Lizzie hasn't shown you that part yet, huh?”

Jackson blushed. “She has, but I just can't imagine Maddie with hair down there.”

“You perv,” Cassie replied with a light smile. “Sorry you haven't gotten the chance to see her run naked down the hall.”

“That's not what I meant,” Jackson growled, albeit in a low register, “it's just that it's sort of strange to think of her as growing up.”

“She'll be sucking dick and banging guys before you know it,” Cassie said, hoping to fluster him again.

He was momentarily stunned, but recovered quickly. “Well, darlin',” he said, reverting back to his southern drawl, “what a mighty imagination you have.”

“I surely do,” Cassie replied, trying to mimic the accent, though feeling quite stupid when it didn't come out well. She sighed, and her eyes dropped to the empty bottle, and considered grabbing another one.

“I have some whiskey if you really want to get fucked up,” Jackson said, grinning.

Her head whipped up to face him. “Why do you have whiskey,” she asked, surprised.

“Lizzie got it from Connie, her sister, and brought it over last week. We had,” Jackson hesitated, and then shrugged, before continuing, “well, a fun night.”

Cassie chuckled. “Well, the taste sucks, but sure,” she said, standing up. She pushed the chair under the table as quietly as possible. “Throw that bottle in the bottom of the can so mom doesn't see it.”

Jackson grabbed the empty bottle and did so, his boxers momentarily drooping as he stood up. As he gently began hiding the bottle at the bottom of the trash, Cassie pulled the wedgie from her butt.

Jackson stood up and faced her. “We good to go?”

“Yeah,” Cassie said, pulling the sweaty nightgown from her chest, “right behind you.”

They tip-toed past their parents' room and went up the stairs quietly, Cassie right behind Jackson. It went well until they passed Maddie's room, as the door creaked open and the lithe girl stepped out.

Her pixie cut, with dyed black hair, set her very much apart from Cassie, whose own hair was a natural brown, worn straight down her back. Her hips were thin whereas Cassie's were wide, and as Jackson and her discussed earlier, Maddie's boobs were close-to-nonexistent.

The largest difference, though, was their choice of sleepwear. Where Cassie's nightgown and panties left a large amount of her body on display, Maddie wore, despite the heat, pajama top and bottoms. She clearly hadn't gotten much sleep, and the lilac pajamas she wore clung to her little chest. She peered at the two of them – for Jackson turned back around once Cassie swatted his butt – somewhat surly.

“What are you up to?”

“Having fun,” Jackson said, smiling. “Want to join us?”

Cassie slapped his arm, causing him to wince. “She's too young to drink,” she hissed.

“You're both underage too,” she whined unhappily. She stood still for a moment, a firm expression growing on her face, and said, “I'm coming with you.”

Jackson smiled again at Maddie, but Cassie just groaned. “Fine,” she said, “but only a few sips.”

Rolling her eyes, Maddie nodded and began to follow the two, but backtracked. “I need to pee first. Give me a few secs, and I'll be there.” She turned and went to the bathroom at the end of the hall, while Cassie followed Jackson into his room.

Upon entering and turning on the light, Cassie saw a devious smile on Jackson's lips. Before she could ask what was up, he spoke quietly. “Remember when she stole your clothes?”

Cassie nodded, and sat down, Indian style, on Jackson's carpeted floor. She knew the view this gave of her pelvic region wasn't insignificant, but he'd seen her in more awkward positions before, so Cassie wasn't particularly bashful.

“Well, what if we embarrass Maddie as payback,” he asked, reaching under his computer desk and pulling out a half-empty bottle of whiskey.

Cassie pondered this, puzzled. The idea, she had to admit, had potential, but Cassie needed more. “How?”

“Uh,” he replied, turning back to her and sitting on his mattress, legs pulled up in a cross-legged sitting position, “how 'bout truth or dare? You know, a way to pass the time. You can ask me anything, I can ask you anything, and then together we can ask her embarrassing stuff."

“Or to do embarrassing stuff,” Cassie mused, considering it. Maddie wasn't bad, or even all that annoying, but she was painfully shy, and maybe around the two of them, in a safe situation, it could be fun for her.

Plus, Cassie had to admit to herself, the idea of seeing Maddie squirming when being asked sexual questions did rather bring a smile to her face.

Cassie chewed on her bottom lip as Jackson watched her. “Are you going to ask her to strip or anything,” she finally asked. “Cause that might be going a bit too far.” She trusted her brother to have no serious interest in seeing either of his sisters naked, but knew he was also a guy, and that it didn't hurt to check.

“Just flashing and stuff, if you think that's okay,” Jackson replied, his tone casual.

“And you'd have me flash too,” Cassie asked, smirking and, in spite of herself, feeling a slight blush come to her cheeks.

“I've seen it before,” he said, shrugging, “so I don't see how it'd be a big deal if I did.”

“And I can ask you to show us your dick,” Cassie asked, letting a small giggle.

Jackson's hesitation was palpable, but he eventually nodded. “Uh, yeah, sure, that's fair, I guess.”

“Okay,” Cassie said, grinning herself, “we can ask each other anything, but let's not do any gross dares.”

Jackson nodded, and not forty seconds later, his bedroom door creaked open and Maddie crept into the room.

To be continued-

[Executionus]

Fun start to this. The dialogue was great and established the characters well.

Although part of me cringed horribly when I saw that these dumbass parents were turning the AC off at night to "save money", since anyone with half a brain knows that you actually waste more energy turning the AC off and on, not less, because it has to go into overdrive to "catch up" when turned on. That said I've known far too many people in my life that just couldn't get that, so it's sadly believable.

[Executionus]

Yes. When reading erotica, I am always on the lookout for the best ways to be frugal with utility bills.

Look, the porn stars have to save up money efficiently or else they are forced to pay for their pizza deliveries via "other methods", and that just leads to all sorts of shenanigans.