My Sister, A Modern Rapunzel
They get close after she wins a bikini contest
I published this story on 8/8/22. This story has two of my favorite scenes.

I took this and all my other stories down in January 2023. I've done some cleanup before republishing it.

This is a very long, slow-burn story. I could have cut out a lot of things to make it shorter, but I wanted what's in the story to be in the story.

There is a service company mentioned in this story. In 2020, that company stopped using the name I give in the story after going by it for almost four years, but the name was so stupid I couldn't pass up using it.

Wednesday, May 18th, 2022
I sent my mom a text I'll be home around six. She sent back Dinner will be waiting for you.

I resumed playing a game on my phone as I sat in a convenience store. I could get home earlier than six, but I was in no rush to see my family again. I had picked Wednesday as the night to come home from college so I'd spend only a little while with them before they went off to church for the evening.

* * * *

At 5:58, I walked through the door. "I'm home!"

"Luke!" I heard my mom cry. I met her halfway to the kitchen, where she hugged me. When I was done hugging Mom, I hugged my sister.

"How ya doing, Susan?"

"Susanna," my sister said angrily. "My name is Susanna." She had gone by 'Susan' growing up but had switched to her full first name at the start of her senior year of high school.

We walked into the kitchen as Dad came in through the sliding glass door. He had a tray of bacon-wrapped filet mignons that were fresh off the grill. I said, "Great to see the steaks." The bacon-wrapped filet mignons were my favorite meal. "And you too, Dad."

We sat down at the table, said blessing, and then started helping ourselves to the food. Dad asked, "How were the grades this semester?"

"At least a 3.9. Probably a 4.0. I'm still on the path to getting into a top-notch Econ grad school next year."

"That's great, son."

As long as I was getting good grades, Dad didn't care what else I did at college. But Mom...

"Tell us all about your semester. Who were your friends and what did you do?"

Mom grilled me through the rest of dinner. When dinner was done, she continued the grilling as we unloaded my car.

At 6:45, Mom said, "It's time to go to church."

I shook my head. "I need to finish unpacking." My mom gave me a dirty look. "I've got my first day of work tomorrow."

"Everyone will want to see you."

"I'll go another day. I've got too much to do tonight."

My mom gave me an unhappy look, but let it go. I continued unpacking, checking the clock regularly. At 7:15, I took off my shoes and socks, left my bedroom, and went into the living room. My parents had an 80" TV that I turned on. It was their Christmas present to themselves this year, and it was awesome. I pulled up a YouTube video that I wanted to watch, stripped off my shorts and underwear, grabbed some tissues, and put them next to me on the couch. I squirted some baby lotion in my hand and then stroked my cock lightly with my right hand as I started the video with my left.

"Hey, everyone. This is Elise. Welcome back to my channel." I loved listening to Elise's Australian accent. "I got six bikinis on clearance yesterday, and I'm going to be trying them on for you today." Elise spoke with a lot of animation, and I felt like she was genuinely excited about modeling the bikinis for me. "So will the bargain rack bikinis be hits or misses?" Music started and Elise's little intro started. I thought about cutting to the bikini try-ons, but I enjoyed Elise's accent and personality enough that I was content to listen to her various spiels and her shopping story. I perked up when Elise started talking about her first bikini; the brand, the style, and what she had done in a bikini similar to it. I could care less about the bikini details, but I liked hearing her stories about what she had done in similar bikinis. I knew bikini try-on YouTubers had to pad the length of time for each bikini or otherwise their videos would be like two minutes. Elise did a good job of padding hers. I stroked my cock gently. I was firm but not hard yet.

Suddenly, Elise was wearing the first bikini. She had a nice body, but I watched her more for her accent and her personality. She modeled it as she talked about it. I started stroking my cock in earnest. It was orange, and I thought the color looked good on Elise. Then Elise was back in her sweatshirt and talking about the next bikini, a blue and green one. I slowed the stroking of my cock. Then she was wearing it, and it showed a lot more of her tits and ass that the first did. I liked it a lot better. I got some more baby lotion and continued stroking my cock. Watching Elise on my parents' TV was so much better than on my laptop. It was a much more immersive experience - I felt like I was sitting in a chair in her bedroom as I watched her model bikinis for me.

The third bikini was a gray suede one - I didn't care for it at all. Number four was a white one-piece that looked nice on her. It wasn't as sexy as the second bikini, but it was a classy look. Number five was a light blue one that showed a lot of skin. I almost blew my load watching her model it as she looked so hot in it. But I wanted to wait until she was trying on the last bikini before I came, so I slowed my pace some.

Elise was talking about the last bikini. It was a lime green one that looked very skimpy. Elise always kept the best bikini for last. I got a last dab of baby lotion and started stroking my cock quickly. This was going to be a great come.

...And then I heard my sister's voice say, "What are you watching, Luke?"

Shit! She should have been at church! She always went with my parents to church!

I grabbed my shorts and underwear and did my best to pull them on as fast as I could. This was so fucking embarrassing. I was certain that my sister had never seen a guy naked before as my parents never let her be alone with guys. Would Susanna recognize what I was doing? Even in the all-girls school she went to, they must have talked about masturbation. Crap! Crap! Crap! I had to stand up to finish pulling up my shorts, and Susanna would see my naked butt.

As I jumped up and pulled my shorts the rest of the way up, I said, "Oh nothing. Just some video that YouTube recommended." I tried to sound innocent and nonchalant, and, of course, I sounded guilty as hell. What the fuck was she doing at home?

I grabbed the tissues with my left hand and the baby lotion with my right hand. I shoved the tissues into my pocket and turned to face my sister. As I did, I tried to hold the baby lotion behind my thigh. Susanna's eyes were wide behind her thick glasses and her mouth was open in shock. Shit! Shit! Shit!

I started walking sideways toward the hallway to my room. I said, "You can watch the TV if you want. I was just taking a little break from putting things away." Susanna's mouth was still wide open. I felt like a character in a Monty Python skit.

When I reached the hallway, I turned and raced to my bedroom. Once I was in the room, I closed and locked the door. Fuck! What a stupid thing to have done. I should have verified that Susanna wasn't in the house. Mom always dragged all of us to church. Why hadn't she taken Susanna? My heart was pounding. My face felt hot and was probably bright red. I put the baby lotion in a dresser drawer underneath some clothes. I threw the tissues in the trash. I'd throw them in the toilet and flush them later. I then stood there, trying to collect myself. As I did, I mentally kicked myself for my stupidity.

There was a knock at my door. "Luke?"

The last thing I wanted to do was talk to my sister. My innocent, kept-away-from-guys sister. I shouldn't be the one from whom she learns about male masturbation. My butt shouldn't have been the first male butt she saw. I was so embarrassed that she had caught me. "Go away, Susanna."

"Luke, I'm sorry."

I had started walking towards my door when Susanna had knocked and now I was right next to it. I thought about unlocking it and talking to Susanna. She had sounded upset and sorry. But I couldn't face her. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Susanna," I added firmly, "Go away."

"Luke—"

"Go away," I said more loudly.

I didn't hear any more from the other side of the door. Had I been stupid to tell Susanna to go away? If she told Mom, I'd be dead. Mom would be so utterly pissed. I had no idea what she'd do, but I knew it'd be horrible. She might pull some piece of medieval torture equipment from some dusty corner of the library and demonstrate its use on me. Maybe she'd have me parade around the church in a hair shirt and whip myself across my back like some flagellant of yore.

But there was no way I could talk to my sister right now. There was no way I could face her. Her catching me had been too embarrassing.

* * * *

I finished putting all my stuff away, and then I lay down on the bed and thought about how bad things could go if Susanna told my parents what I had done. Finally, I heard my parents come home, and then there was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

It was Dad, which was good news. My dad was cool. Even if Susanna had told him what had happened, he'd handle it well.

Dad closed the door behind him. I stood up, and we met at the foot of my bed. Dad said, "You remember what's the Prime Directive?"

This was something of a ritual that he and I went through every time I came home from college. "To keep Mom from being unhappy."

"Correct. Because?"

"Because when Mom is unhappy, everyone is unhappy."

Dad nodded approvingly. "Do you have a girlfriend this summer?" As normal, Dad was blunt and straight to the point.

"No."

"That makes things easier."

I had a girlfriend last summer. Each time she had come to visit me, Mom had wanted the visit to be G-rated. My girlfriend and I had wanted to make out and fuck. That had made for a lot of conflict, and the visits had been very unsatisfying. My visits to her house hadn't gone much better.

Dad said, "The same old rules. Nothing exciting with girls while they're in the house. You can do whatever you agree to outside of the house. You can drink but don't come home drunk. No drugs."

Mom wanted me to live a sin-free life. Dad was fine with me having a good time, so long as it wasn't something that could land me in jail, Mom didn't find out about it, and no girl got pregnant. "Okay."

"Tell me about your plans for grad school."

I told him what a couple of my professors had suggested for grad schools. "They strongly suggest that this summer I get a head start on a senior thesis. Something that'll knock the socks off the profs reviewing my application."

"Okay. Is there anything I can do to help on that?"

"Not really. I've got a couple of tentative ideas for what I could do, but I need to see what I can gather data for."

"In that case, good night then. If I don't see you in the morning, good luck on your first day on the job tomorrow."

That was Dad. No beating around the bush. Just a quick, cut-to-the-chase talk and then he'd leave me to do what I wanted.

From our conversation, Susanna hadn't said anything to Mom or Dad. Thinking about my sister made me curious about something. "What's Susanna doing this summer?"

Dad had taken a step towards the door, but now he turned around. "In January, she asked your mom to teach her to sew, so she could make some outfits. She made a couple of things and announced that she liked sewing. Your mom volunteered her to work at the church all summer. Sewing new robes, helping out with VBS including sewing costumes, doing anything else to be helpful."

Typical. Tell Mom something, and she'll use it to your disadvantage. Susanna's last summer before college, and she probably wouldn't see any guys close to her age when she was allowed out of the house. It was the way my parents had treated her for years. Though Susanna had liked helping out at Vacation Bible School in prior years.

When Susanna was in seventh grade, she started developing. By eighth grade, she was wearing a DD bra. Everyone acted like it was so scandalous. What I thought was scandalous was how the adults in her life treated her. As far as I could tell, Susanna was acting the same as she had before she started developing. Before she finished eighth grade, my parents yanked her out of our public school and sent her to an all-girls school. She could go to school or church, and that was it. She didn't have a driver license, so no going to the mall or store. No dates. No going to visit friends. Only female friends could visit, and Mom had to approve of them visiting beforehand.

I said, "Okay. I hope she enjoys it."

"I hope so too. At least she won't be bored staying at home all day. Good night."

"Good night."

When Dad closed the door, I started getting ready for bed. Susanna hadn't said anything. That was great. Hopefully, she'd try to forget what happened.

* * * *

Thursday, May 19th
The next morning, I slept in late, allowing Mom and Dad to clear out of the house and Susanna to have her breakfast before I left my room. When I went to the kitchen, Susanna wasn't downstairs. I had a quiet, peaceful breakfast by myself.

As I was putting my bowl into the dishwasher, Susanna came into the kitchen. She was wearing her usual summer around-the-house outfit - a baggy sweatshirt and long shorts. She was holding something behind her back. More correctly, behind her hair. My sister had blond hair that came down to slightly past her knees. She grew it very long, went somewhere to have it cut to be donated to cancer patients who needed wigs, and then started growing it long again. As her hair was full and lustrous, whatever patient got her hair was super lucky.

I was curious as to what Susanna was holding. She was one of these people with the complete opposite of a poker face. I could tell that whatever was behind her back was a big deal to her. She asked, "What are your plans for today?"

"Not much. Stay in my room and relax until it's time to go to work. And you?"

"Stay in my room, reading and relaxing. I'm still getting used to the idea that high school is over."

"I'll tell you now, graduation will be the last time you see a lot of your classmates. That's life. You're going to lose a bunch of your friends now, but you'll make new ones at college. When I graduated, I felt I had so much in common with my high school friends, but I didn't really. Now, it's obvious we didn't have a lot in common. They're studying different things, are into different things, and have different kinds of friends than I do. My friends at college are the ones I feel I have so much in common with now, but I'll go through the same thing with them when I graduate next May."

Susanna continued to stand in the doorway to the kitchen with something behind her. I couldn't leave without forcing my way past her. I waited for her to say whatever she wanted to say.

"Did you buy me a graduation present?"

"Yes. An 'I've graduated from high school and all I got was this stupid T-shirt' T-shirt."

Susanna gave me a small smile. After a few moments, she tentatively asked, "Last night, you were watching a bikini try-on video. Have you watched many of those?"

I said casually, "I've watched a few."

"Okay." Susanna then said in a rush, "This is super important to me. Super important. I want your opinion on something." Susanna put what had been behind her back in front of me. It was the catalog of a store that sold bikinis in the mall. She pointed to the bottom, where there were two pictures of a model wearing the same style of bikini. One bikini was red, and the other was black. "Which color do you think would be best for me to get guys' attention? I want them to respond very positively to my bikini."

I gave my sister a confused look. "Why would you want to get guys' attention?"

"That's none of your business. I just do. I want your advice on whether I should buy the red one or the black one. Please, please, please give me your advice. And don't tell Mom or Dad about this."

"Is this something for college?"

"No. Not really. Sort of. It's none of your business." Susanna seemed flustered like she wanted my opinion NOW so she could scurry back to her room.

I studied closely both bikinis. "I'm not a fan of black bikinis. The black leather look is sexy, and black lingerie underneath the right clothing looks hot, but I don't think black works as a bikini color."

"Great!" My sister started to pull the catalog away.

I held out my hand to stop her. "But let me warn you, red is a dangerous color. They talked about it in my Human Sexuality class, and it's like waving a red flag in front of guys. If you want to get catcalls and whistles, wear red. If you don't, don't."

"That's fine." Susanna smiled. "Actually, that's perfect. Big brother," - the only time Susanna called me big brother was when she was going to ask me for something - "could you lend me some money? I'll pay you back. I may be able to pay it back right away or it may take a while."

"How much do you want to borrow?"

The amount she told me was a little more than the cost of the bikini plus sales tax.

"No," I said firmly.

"You've got the money, don't you?"

"Yes." I always kept a large amount of cash in an envelope taped to the back of my glove box. My parents had given me a credit card to use, but I never used it to purchase alcohol or condoms. That was what the cash was for. "But it doesn't matter. I'm not going to lend it to you."

My sister rolled up the catalog while looking away from me. "You know, I could tell Mom what you were doing last night when I came out into the living room..."

My eyes went wide. "You wouldn't."

"This is really important to me, so I would."

She had me. I could tell Mom about the bikini catalog, the loan ask, and the blackmail attempt, but Susanna would deny it. As there was nothing she could do with a bikini if she bought one, her denial would be believable. My beating off when I thought the house was empty would be very believable. And I'd be dead.

"So, you're blackmailing me."

"I'm not blackmailing you, big brother," said Susanna in a smooth voice. She knew she was in control of the situation. "I'm offering you an opportunity to make your little sister very happy, and I'm making sure that you take advantage of that opportunity."

I rolled my eyes and then said, "I'll go out to my car, and I'll be back with the money."

Susanna smiled sweetly. "Great!"

* * * *

Friday, May 20th
The next day, I got up early enough to join everyone for breakfast. Mom hadn't liked that I hadn't come out yesterday until after she left for work. As I approached the kitchen, I heard Susanna say, "I want contacts, Mom. I hate these glasses."

"You don't need contacts, Honey," Mom said dismissively. "You look fine in those glasses."

As I entered the dining room, Susanna said, "I do not."

"Yes, you do. I wear glasses, and they look fine on me." Mom wore black horn-rim glasses which, with her brown hair done up, gave her the sexy librarian look. Which was fitting as she was the city's head librarian. "Yours look fine on you." Mom said that like she felt that that was the last word on the subject.

"But my glasses don't look fine on me. They're ugly."

I had to agree with my sister. Her frames were a light red which didn't go well at all with her light blonde hair. Susanna was very near-sighted so had very thick lenses, which made her eyes look unnaturally big.

Susanna turned to me and said, "Luke has contacts. Why can't I have contacts?"

I froze, wishing I could slip into some crack in the kitchen floor. I did not want to be brought to Mom's attention while she was angry.
Mom said, "Your glasses are fine. With you and Luke both being in college this fall, we don't have the money to buy you contacts."

I looked over at Dad. He was doing his best to be invisible. I opened the bag of bagels on top of the refrigerator and took one out.

Susanna said, "If I had a job this summer, I could pay for my own contacts. But you volunteered me to work at the church all summer."

Mom looked like she was about to erupt. "There aren't many jobs for people with no experience and no skills. You couldn't have found a decent job for the summer. Be glad that I found you something that you can put down on your resume." Mom swiveled to me. "And speaking of jobs, did you get your schedule changed so you'd have Sundays off."

Oh, God. I did not want to have this discussion with Mom already pissed. "No. I couldn't, Mom. I tried. No one wants to work on Sunday, so as the new guy I'm stuck with the day no one else wants to work." Actually, I was quite fine with working on Sunday to have an excuse to miss church.

"Why don't other people want to work on Sunday?" Mom asked. "Don't tell me all your co-workers go to church." The biting sarcasm of the last statement was almost physically painful.

I said as soothingly as I could, "Mom, we all get twelve dollars an hour plus a percentage of the day's sales. My co-workers don't want to work on Sunday as it is only a six-hour shift and it's a slow day. I'm not working Saturdays as it's the busy day of the week, and everyone wants to get the higher pay. I'm the low man, so I get the days no one else wants."

"Well, if that's the case, you can spend Saturday working with your dad. The fence needs to be re-stained."

"No, Mom!" I did not like this turn of events. "I busted my hiney all year at school, and I was looking forward to just chilling for a day."

Mom's face turned a brighter red. "You're staying for free at our house. We've been paying for your college. The very least you can do is help with projects around the house when your dad has free time."

"What about your Friends of the Library event Saturday?" I asked. Mom had taught me to always check the calendar on the refrigerator. "Don't you and Dad need to set that up?"

"That isn't until Saturday night. If you and your dad aren't done with the fence by the time I need to leave, your dad can join me later."

I knew it was pointless to argue. Things would just get worse if I did. "Okay, Mom."

* * * *

Saturday, May 21st
I was not in a good mood when Dad got me up at six the next morning. "The fence needs to dry for at least 24 hours after we clean it before I stain it."

Dad was great at researching, getting supplies, organizing, and supervising. He wasn't great at doing physical work. As a consequence, I did most of the physical labor. Cleaning a nine-foot-high fence with a plastic scrubbing brush was a major bear.

"Why don't we use a power washer, Dad?"

"It's easy to damage the wood with a power washer. A brush is a lot safer."

If you're not doing the work, being safe makes a lot of sense.

We were done by one. I had lunch, took a shower, and then spent the rest of the afternoon flopped on my bed playing a game on my phone. It was nice to chill without anything hanging over my head.

Around four, Mom and Dad left. Around five, I too started to head out the door. Susanna asked me, "Where are you going?"

"Out."

"When will you get back?"

"Late."

I felt a little sorry for my sister as I walked towards my car. She was trapped at home. She didn't have a car. She didn't even have a key to a car. She couldn't even walk to a friend's house or a store. As much as scrubbing the fence had sucked, at least I could go somewhere fun tonight.

* * * *

I went to the mall for dinner and walked around there for a while. I didn't shop; instead, I people-watched. When I saw someone going into the store, I liked to guess what they would look at in the store.

Around eight, I left the mall and went to a bar that was forty minutes away from my parents' house. Above the bar was a neon sign that said "Big Walters" and had the outline of a well-endowed woman. One of my co-workers had told me that they would have a bikini contest tonight. Outside the door was a list of events happening at the bar. It was mostly bands, none of which I had heard of. When I walked in, to my left was the stage area. There was a temporary elevated walkway that ran into the middle of the seating area. I went to the corner furthest from the stage, found one of those high, small tables, and put my notebook down on it. I started writing everything I could notice about the bar - the demographic of the participants, what food and drink they were having, how the tables in the bar were laid out, etc. The customers were mostly men, mostly white, mostly older than me. I planned on coming back on other nights and making similar notes. Possibly an interesting senior thesis.

A waitress came by. She was my age, very tanned, wearing tight shorts and a white T-shirt with a deep scoop in the front. I ordered a beer. When she came back, she bent unnecessarily far forward to hand me the beer, giving me a decent look down her shirt. I gave her a good tip for the view of her above-average-sized tits.

At ten, a man came out on the stage carrying a microphone. "Good evening, everyone! It's time for Big Walters' monthly bikini contest. Five hundred dollars for the winning contestant. The way we do this is each girl will come on stage, strut her stuff down our walkway and back, and then go off stage. The judge has a decibel meter to help him determine how much applause each girl gets. Based on how loud you are, he'll pick four girls for the finals. Each finalist gets a hundred bucks. They'll show you again how great they look, and based on which of the four gets the loudest response, he'll pick the winner. We've got eight contestants tonight, all beauties. We are talking some very big Walters tonight. Be sure to let each one of them know that you really appreciate them participating tonight."

Walters? Was that a slang for tits that I hadn't heard before?

"Our first contestant is Melissa. Give her a big hand everyone." A blond woman wearing a skimpy white-and-red bikini walked on stage. She raised her hands in the air and wiggled her fingers to encourage the crowd to make noise. She was wearing white high heels and had a plastic disk with "1" on it attached to her bikini bottom to the right of her crotch.

"Melissa is five foot four. Her occupation is a nurse. Her measurements are 'curves in all the right places'."

Melissa was now onto the platform. She waved to the crowd with both hands as she slowly walked along, swinging her hips slightly as the crowd cheered. Her hair reached down almost to her waist and had lots of curls in the last foot like she had worked it hard with a curling iron.

"She's got dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. For fun, she likes watching movies that have great sex scenes." That brought out a burst of cheering. The emcee was quiet as she reached the end of the platform. When she turned around, I saw that the back of her bikini bottom was only three inches high at most, showing off almost all of her butt.

"The thing she looks for in a man is that he can make her laugh." Melissa wiggled her butt as she walked back. She had the air of someone who had shown off her body quite a few times. Perhaps a regular contestant?

Rather than watch Melissa walk all the way off stage, I pulled out my phone and researched Walters. It took a couple of tries, but I eventually found a breast. Usually used in the plural. Rhyming slang: "Walter Mitty" - "titty". I learned something new today.

I looked up to see the second contestant Hannah walking down the platform. She was getting more cheers, and I could see why - she was much curvier than Melissa and looked very good in her black-with-gold-highlights bikini. She was blond too and was wearing gold high heels. Her large hoop earrings caught my eye. She had a very nice smile and a definite stage presence. I enjoyed watching her the entire time she was on stage.

The next three girls weren't as attractive as Melissa or Hannah. Two of them had lots of tattoos, which I didn't care for. I looked around at the crowd and watched how different people were reacting. A few guys were standing as they watched the girls walk. A lot were holding up beer bottles. Probably half the guys were cutting up with their friends instead of cheering the girls.

As I was scanning the crowd, I heard the emcee say, "And number six is Cindy. Everyone give her a big hand." I heard a huge cheer go up, and then guys all over the place started standing up. I looked up to the stage and got a huge shock - there was Susanna walking slowly across the stage in the red bikini she had shown me in the catalog. My god, she had huge tits! Her top was like a bra with the top cut off a little above her nipples. The straps went up from the sides of the top, giving a spectacular view of the top half of her massive tits. My sister had worn a DD bra in eighth grade. How big was she now?

My sister was wearing red high heels, which she must have borrowed from Mom's closet. She wobbled a bit as she walked. She'd take three steps and then stop to wave and bounce up and down. As she bounced, her tits jiggled massively up and down. Oh my God! The crowd was loving it. Susanna had a huge smile on her face, as this was the most fun thing she had ever done.

"Cindy is a student. Her measurements are 'really, really big'." The crowd roared with laughter.

Susanna made her way onto the platform. I had no fear that she'd see me. Without her glasses, she couldn't make out anything five feet away from her. I noticed that whenever she stopped, she'd look down before taking the next set of steps. She couldn't see far enough ahead to walk any further.

"Her hair is blond, and her eyes are blue." Susanna was wearing a beret with her hair coming down to the middle of her back. She must have the rest of her hair pinned up inside of the beret. "For fun, she likes reading steamy novels."

Susanna took her three steps and then turned to face my side of the crowd. She waved frantically while showing her perfect teeth in a massive grin. As the crowd cheered wildly, she bounced up and down, driving the crowd to cheer even more loudly.

"The thing she looks for in a man is a good time."

Susanna took three steps down the platform and then turned to face the other side of the crowd. Like the other girls, her bikini bottom showed almost all of her ass. When she turned and came to a stop, her slightly-plump ass wobbled back and forth. When she bounced up and down, her ass bounced too. Jesus! What a show!

When she got to the end of the platform, Susanna waved in my general direction. Again, I knew she couldn't see me. I assessed her general looks. She was pretty in a very wholesome way. I could tell she was wearing makeup - I had never seen her in makeup before - but not a lot. Pink lipstick that made her lips look very kissable but didn't scream "I'm wearing lipstick!" Blush on her cheeks and something to make her eyelashes much bigger. But what was most appealing about her was her air of innocence, of having a great time, of wanting to make friends with everyone in the audience.

"Move along, Cindy," said the emcee. "We've got two more girls who are waiting their turns."

Susanna made her stops shorter as she worked her way back down the platform and eventually off the stage. To me, she got by far the loudest cheers of the night.

The next girl was so-so, but the final girl was knockout, a redhead who used the name "Cinnamon". When Cinnamon had finished, the emcee talked for a while about the bands that would be playing over the next month and other events that'd be happening at the bar. Another man came out and handed the emcee a piece of paper, which he put on his clipboard.

"Okay, time for the finals! First, we have Melissa!"

Melissa came out, and then Hannah, and then Cinnamon. I guessed the girls came out in opposite order of how they had done in the prelims. And then "Cindy" came out, and the crowd went wild again. Susanna took four steps this time instead of three and walked faster. At one point, she almost fell as she slightly twisted her ankle. She shouted, "I've never worn heels before." That drove the crowd into a frenzy.

All the other contestants came out onto the stage. The other three finalists formed a line with Susanna in the middle, and a pair of the non-finalists stood on each side of them. The other finalists had to physically guide Susanna to where to stand.

The emcee turned partially to look at the contestants. "I'd like to thank each and every contestant who participated tonight. If you didn't win, we'd be more than happy to have you compete again." He turned back towards the crowd. "Let's have a big round of applause for all of our contestants!" The emcee raised his hand several times to encourage people to cheer. "And the winner is..." A drum roll played in the background. "...Cindy!"

Susanna bounced up and down with a huge smile on her face. She then took a few steps towards the emcee, almost fell again, but finally made it up to him.

"Cindy! Our big winner tonight, folks!"

The crowd cheered enthusiastically as Susanna gave them an infectious smile and waved vigorously. At one point, she kissed the emcee on the cheek. After a couple of minutes, the applause ended, and the emcee guided Susanna off the stage.

* * * *

A few minutes later, Susanna reappeared on the edge of the crowd area, still wearing her beret and bikini. In one hand, she had her phone, and, in the other, she had something shiny that I didn't recognize. The emcee was talking with her and then walked away. Guys close to her stood up and turned to offer her their congratulations. Susanna greeted them warmly. She started working through the tables, talking with everyone who talked to her. She gave out lots of hugs and many kisses on the cheek. I had no idea that my sister was that physically affectionate with total strangers. But then again, she never had a chance to meet a bunch of male strangers. She seemed to still be floating on a cloud from her win.

At some point, some guy convinced Susanna to sit down at his table with two other guys. I moved close enough to hear what they were saying. I saw what the shiny thing was - a silver plastic tiara that had "Big Walters Winner" written in pink on it. I guessed that Susanna should have been crowned with it after she won the bikini contest, but the emcee hadn't been able to put it on her because of the beret.

Susanna quickly drank something. "I'm so thirsty!"

"Another rum and coke!" called the guy who had managed to get her to sit down.

I watched Susanna down several more rum and cokes. I guess she had no idea how much alcohol each had and was drinking them like they were a normal coke.

Mom and Dad would be home around midnight. If Susanna was going to get home before them, she should leave by eleven. How was she going to get home? How did she get here? Someone had turned a blind eye to her lack of ID.

The guy who had gotten Susanna to sit down was named Travis. He kept the rum and cokes coming. By this time, I had moved to a table about fifteen away from Susanna so I could keep an eye on her. The alcohol was affecting Susanna enough that her drink swerved a bit as she lifted it to her mouth. Based on her body language, she was getting more and more uncomfortable with Travis, almost fearful. She tried getting up a couple of times, but Travis always pulled her back down. When Travis put his arm around Susanna's shoulder, she started looking around frantically. "Where's my check for winning?" I heard her say. "Roger said that he'd give it to me in a few minutes. My ride will be arriving soon." She started to stand up, but couldn't do so because of Travis' arm.

Travis then stood up, lifting Susanna by the arm as he did. "I'll be your ride home. We can leave now."

I didn't like this at all. I moved quickly out of my seat and strode over to the table. "You don't need to do that," I said to Travis. "I'll take her home. I'm her brother."

Susanna's jaw dropped. "Luke!"

"Let's get your check and get out of here," I said to Susanna. "Did you bring a bag or anything?"

"A bag," said Susanna in a small, frightened voice.

"I'm taking her home," said Travis in a threatening tone as he firmly gripped Susanna's arm. Late twenties or early thirties. Three or four inches shorter than my six feet.

I straightened to my full height. "No, you're not. Let go of my sister."

Travis tried pulling my sister towards the door. I moved in front of him so he bumped into me. He said, "Get out of my way, Chump."

"Let go of my sister. I'm going to help her get her check, and then I'll take her home."

Travis' friends pushed their chairs back and stood up. Travis and I stared intently at each other. I didn't want to fight Travis, but I was willing to if it meant keeping my sister out of his clutches.

"What's going on here, gentlemen?" said a deep voice to my left. I kept my eyes on Travis.

I said, "This gentleman has been nice enough to buy drinks for my sister while she waited for her check for winning the bikini contest. But she needs to leave now, and I'll be taking her home."

The bouncer used his hands to separate Travis and me. He said to Susanna, "Is this your brother?"

"Yes," Susanna sounded still fearful.

"And you want to go home with him?"

"Yes."

By this time, the emcee arrived on the scene. "Troubles, Talbot?"

"I think I have it under control."

I turned on the emcee. "Where the hell is her check?" I said very loudly. By this time, I was sure almost every eye on the bar was on us. "Is this how you treat all your winners? Throw them out to wolves so you don't have to pay them?"

The emcee nodded his head nervously. "I'll go get it."

"And her bag." I turned to Susanna. "You had a bag, right?"

"Right. A pink one with a big smiley face on it."

"Okay," said the emcee. "I'll get them right away."

I took Susanna's arm and gently guided her away from Travis' table. He and his friends had sat back down. Travis stared daggers at me and then resumed talking with his friends. Talbot hovered close by.

"How did you get here?" I asked Susanna.

"Taylor." One of Susanna's friends from school. "She's supposed to pick me up at eleven."

"Call her and tell her I'm taking you home."

"You're not going to tell Mom or Dad?"

"One thing at a time," I said sternly. "Call Taylor."

Of course, I wasn't going to tell Mom or Dad. But after Susanna had blackmailed me for the money for the bikini, I wasn't in a hurry to calm her worries.

After Susanna was done talking with Taylor, the emcee arrived with the check. "Here you go," he said as he handed it to Susanna.

"Cash it," I said as I took the check from Susanna and handed it back to the emcee. "I don't trust that the check is good after how you treated her."

The emcee puffed angrily for a moment and then deflated. "She'll have to sign it over."

I produced my notebook and pen and then grabbed the check. I wrote Pay to the order of Big Walters on the back and gave the pen to Susanna. "Sign it." She did, I handed the check over to the emcee, and he went to the bar. While he was gone, I put the tiara into her bag. The emcee returned with a wad of bills. I counted them quickly, put them into my pocket, and said to Susanna, "Let's go."

I took hold of Susanna's arm with one hand while carrying her bag in the other. We started towards the door, and Susanna immediately twisted her ankle and would have fallen if I didn't catch her. She was in no condition to walk in high heels. "Do you have other shoes?"
"Yes. In my bag."

I didn't want to take the time for Susanna to change shoes. "Think you can walk barefoot?"

"Sure," said Susanna, and then she kicked off her high heels. Walking barefoot might be uncomfortable, but Susanna currently wasn't feeling much pain.

Again, I took hold of Susanna's arm and started towards the door. She was carrying her phone and the high heels in her other hand. Once we were out the door, I guided Susanna towards my car.

"Ouch!" cried Susanna.

I realized that her walking across the parking lot in her bare feet would probably be very painful for her. I could dig her shoes out of her bag and have her put them on, but I wanted to get away from the bar and Travis as quickly as I could. I moved in front of Susanna. "Piggyback ride time."

Susanna grabbed my shoulders and jumped on my back as I leaned forward. I half-ran towards my car while Susanna bounced on my back.

"That was so scary back there," said Susanna in a tone of both horror and disbelief, like she still couldn't believe what had happened. "Travis seemed so nice and then he was trying to force me to leave with him."

"And he wasn't going to take you home. You were going to his place. Maybe in the morning, he'd take you home."

"Oh, my goodness! That'd be so awful!"

We continued our way across the parking lot. Susanna wasn't that big at 5'6" and after seeing her in that bikini I knew her body was trim and firm, but she was getting heavy.

"And then you were there," said Susanna in a voice full of awe. "Like a knight in shining armor to rescue me. You faced down Travis and got me my money."

"It was what needed to be done."

Once we got to my car, I set Susanna down. She said with relief, "Once again, my knight in shining armor saves me." She kissed me on the cheek. That made me smile.

I opened the passenger door and got her in. I then got in, started the car, and headed home.

"You're not going to tell Mom or Dad, are you?" I could tell Susanna was very troubled by the prospect that I would.

"Are you ever going to tell them about catching me watching that video?"

"No."

"Then I won't tell them."

"Oh, thanks!" said Susanna, tremendously relieved. She then reached over and hugged me with both arms. "You're so wonderful," she said adoringly. "I'm so grateful for you saving me tonight."

"I'm just glad that I was there tonight. That was the first time I had gone to Big Walters."

We drove through the parking lot like that. It was just my sister, but it still felt great to have a beautiful girl hugging me while in awe of me.

When I got to the parking lot exit, I said, "Let go of me now."

Susanna ended her hug, sat up properly in her seat, and put on her seat belt. She then dug into the bag, eventually pulling out her glasses and putting them on. "I can see now!" she said with almost a child-like glee.

I chuckled at her happiness over such a run-of-the-mill thing.

She pulled off her beret. As she worked with her hair, she said, "I won! Can you believe it? I won. What a great night."

"And you won by a big margin. The cheers for the other three finalists were nowhere close to as loud as the cheers were for you."

"And now I have five hundred dollars! In cash! I've never had so much cash in my life." Susanna's voice was filled with awe. "Forty, fifty dollars; yes. Five hundred? No. When I saw you counting them, I couldn't believe how many bills you were counting!"

"Speaking of that..." I stopped the car and dug Susanna's cash out of my pocket. "Here's your money."

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Susanna in amazement as she began playing with the bills.

I laughed. "What are you going to do with the money?"

"I'm going to buy contacts at Walmart. I have my glasses prescription, but they'll have to give me another exam before they can sell me contacts. And I need to pay you back. After that, material. I want to make outfits for me to wear at school. I'm not going to wear the baggy sweatshirts that Mom has me wear all the time." I could definitely see Susanna wanting to expand her wardrobe before going off to college. "What a great night! They liked me; they really liked me!"

I thought instantly of the notorious Sally Fields acceptance speech. "Could you make out any faces while you were up there?"

"No. But I could hear them cheer for me and call my name. What a rush. My heart was pounding the whole time I was walking. Mom and Dad have kept me away from guys except at church, so I've never had a guy be enthusiastic about seeing me. And tonight, there was a whole big room of guys yelling and cheering for me as I waved to them. It was amazing. I've never felt anything like it." Susanna leaned back and smiled blissfully for a moment. Then she turned quickly towards me. "Then Travis tried to ruin everything. I was really terrified. Because I didn't have my glasses on, I'd have no idea where he was taking me if he got me away from the table." Susanna reached over and hugged me again. "But you saved me, and then you got me my winnings in cash. I don't know what I would have done with the check. I couldn't give it to Mom to put in my bank account. You were so amazing." Susanna then kissed me a couple of times on the cheek.

My goodness, Susanna was making me feel ten feet tall. I pushed her back gently. "I need to focus on driving. I want to get us home well before Mom and Dad."

* * * *

"I won! Can you believe it?" said Susanna for probably the twentieth time. She waved the stack of bills around yet again.

We were almost home. The drive back was all on city streets, and I had driven as fast as I thought I could get away. I wanted to get home as quickly as possible as I had no idea how Susanna was going to get back into the house.

I asked, "How did you leave the house? Did you walk out the front door?"

Susanna snorted. "I'm not that stupid." Our parents had cameras on all the doors to the house. Mom received on her phone a video every time a door was opened, and I was sure she watched everyone that was not her leaving. That was how Mom kept Susanna from being able to leave the house. "I used the fire ladder."

Of course! Susanna's bedroom was on the second floor. My bedroom had been up there for years. At some point, Mom had bought each of us a rope ladder with plastic crossbars to use in case of fire. I had put mine in my closet and had forgotten about it.

"You used the backyard window?"

"Yes."

There was a large tree in our backyard. It and the fence would probably block anyone driving up our alley from being able to see the ladder hanging down from Susanna's window.

"Put the cash into your bag," I told Susanna. "That'll be a good enough hiding place for now."

I turned into our alley. Dad parked his truck in the front, which left space for me to park my car in the driveway. I was very thankful for that as neighbors might notice her getting out of my car if she had done that in the front. She was still quite the sight - she had put her shirt on over her bikini top but hadn't wanted to struggle with getting her pants on.

As we approached our house, I looked to see if the ladder was visible. Thankfully, it wasn't. I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, and went over to Susanna's side. She was struggling to get out of the car while holding her bag.

"Leave the bag. I'll get that and the shoes into the house when I go in."

I took Susanna's hand and pulled her out of the car. I then put my hand on her waist, and we walked side-by-side to the gate and into the backyard. Susanna was more unstable on her feet than when we left the bar. When we were close to the ladder, Susanna suddenly dropped to her knees and then onto all four. I heard a retching sound, and then she was tossing her cookies.

I knelt next to her and put my hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "This is a good thing. You drank too much alcohol, and you need to get it out of your system. Much better now than in the middle of the night."

Susanna continued disgorging the contents of her stomach. "Dear Jesus, this is so miserable," she said between heaves.

"I agree. I don't understand my friends who regularly get trashed and wind up spending the night praying to the porcelain god. I'll clean up this mess after you, Mom and Dad go to church."

"Okay. Thanks."

As Susanna continued to spew, I looked up at the fire ladder. I thought back to what Mom and Dad had told me about them. They were for individual use. That ruled out Susanna climbing the ladder with me behind her to make sure she didn't fall.

"I feel awful," moaned Susanna.

"You'll probably have a hangover in the morning. I'll try to cover for you at breakfast. I'll pick a fight with Mom and argue with her the whole time. Mom and Dad will think nothing of you keeping your head down while I argue with Mom."

"That's so nice of you, Luke. You're my knight in shining armor."

Susanna eventually stopped puking. She then slowly stood up.

I said, "If you're not sure you can climb the ladder, I'll get you in another way."

Susanna looked up the fire ladder and then shook her head. "I'm not certain I can do it."

"Fine. Time for Plan B." I walked Susanna over to the gate. "Stay here. I'll be back in a moment." I got in my car, opened Susanna's bag, and took out the tiara. It'd be unsafe to bring it into the house. I then opened the trunk of my car, placed the tiara in the back under some things, and pulled out a three-foot square white plastic shopping bag with a handle on the top. I used it whenever I brought presents into the house, so Mom couldn't see early what I was buying her. I opened the bag and threw the high heels and Susanna's bag inside. I opened the garage door, got Susanna from the gate, and walked her inside and over to the door to the house.

"Okay," I said. "Stand behind me and hold on to my waist. Stay as close to my back as you can. I'm going to hold this bag up high. We are going to make a straight line towards the camera and then go underneath it."

"Got it."

We got into position in front of the door. I opened it and walked slowly forward. I could feel Susanna close behind me. Once I was past the door, I reached back with my foot and kicked it shut. I kept the bag high. We kept walking like that all the way to the kitchen. I said, "Let's wash your face, and then have you drink some water. It'll help you with your hangover tomorrow morning."

I set my bag on the island and moved to the sink. Susanna followed while keeping her hands on the counters. I started the faucet. "Just bend over the sink." When she did, I took the water in my palm and washed her whole face. I then dried her face with the dish towel. "Feel better?"

"Yes, but I'm so tired. It's way past when I normally go to bed."

I got a glass out of a cabinet, filled it with cold water, and handed it to Susanna. "And tossing your cookies is very draining. You'll sleep well tonight."

While Susanna was drinking, I opened my bag and took everything out of it. When Susanna had emptied her glass, she put it into the dishwasher. I held up Mom's shoes and said, "Let's put these back." Susanna took the shoes and staggered towards the master bedroom. I quickly sprinted in front of her and put her hand on my shoulder to help her keep her balance. She guided me into Mom's closet, where she pulled out a drawer in Mom's massive shoe collection and put the shoes in. It would have taken me forever to find the right place to put the shoes. I stood in front of Susanna again, she put her hand on my shoulder, and we walked back to the kitchen.

I put Susanna's bag on her, and then we walked over to the staircase to the second floor. I looked up the stairs. I strongly doubted that Susanna could make it up the them by herself, and I didn't think my walking in front of her would work. I said, "You go first." As soon as Susanna climbed the first step, I put my hands on her waist to steady her and followed her up.

I immediately discovered a problem with my plan. Susanna's barely-covered derrière was right in my face, and her plump ass cheeks jiggled constantly as she climbed the stairs. Her long hair was like a beaded curtain in front of it, not blocking the view but making it more exotic. God, my sister had a great ass. It had been one thing seeing its magnificence from a distance, but seeing it this close was like a wet dream come true. I wanted to kiss it all over.

When we got to the top, Susanna stopped and let me walk in front of her. She then put her hand on my shoulder, and we made the rest of the way to her bedroom. Once we got there, Susanna collapsed on the bed. "I'm spent."

I went over to her window and pulled up the fire ladder. I threw it in its box, closed the window, and returned the box to the closet. I slipped Susanna's bag off her. "I'm so tired," she said. She continued lying on the bed. I pulled her clothes out of her bag and tossed the jeans and socks into her hamper. I put her shoes in her closet in the gap in her line of shoes. I then pulled one of her nightshirts off a hanger. I turned around and saw that Susanna looked asleep.

"We need to get you into your night clothes, and then I'll tuck you into bed."

Susanna didn't respond.

I walked over to Susanna and, as gently as I could, lifted and pushed her until she was sitting up on the side of the bed. I moved behind her and said, "Let's get this shirt off you." I helped her raise her arms. I lifted her shirt up and off her. I thought of leaving the swimsuit top on her but decided against it. Susanna had told me that Mom regularly searches her room. If she found the bikini, Susanna would be in deep shit. I'd keep it in my room overnight and take it to the car tomorrow.

Susanna's arms started to fall. I grabbed them and raised them once more. I grabbed the bikini top and pulled it upwards. I had never taken a bikini top off a girl before. I hoped I did it right. Once the top was off her, Susanna dropped her arms.

"I had such a great time tonight," Susanna half-mumbled. "You're my knight in shining armor."

My sister was topless in front of me, her massive boobs hanging free on the other side of her body. I was hit by the strong temptation to feel them, to take them into my hands. No girl I had been with had tits anywhere close to as big as my sister's. I could make up some excuse for touching. Or she might not even remember in the morning. Or was the I had such a great time tonight. You're my knight in shining armor Susanna's way of telling me she wanted me to make her night even better?

I shook off the idea. I wasn't going to take advantage of my sister. I grabbed the nightshirt, guided one arm through an armhole, put Susanna's head through the headhole, and then guided her other arm through the other armhole.

I moved in front of Susanna. I slid my hands up her legs and up her nightshirt until I reached her waist. I grabbed the sides of her bikini bottoms and began pulling down. Susanna lifted herself a little to make it easier. Once I got the bikini bottoms off her, I grabbed her panties and pulled them up her legs. I had taken panties off a girl before, but I had never put them on one before. Susanna didn't lift her butt this time. I had to grab her naked butt and lift it off the bed so I could quickly slide her panties the rest of the way up her.

"Tuck me in now," said Susanna groggily, and then she fell over onto the bed.

I pulled the sheets back from underneath her and got her stretched out on her back. I then pulled the sheets up to her neck. Susanna suddenly grabbed my neck and pulled it down towards her. "You were so wonderful tonight." She then kissed my face at least eight times before releasing me.

I got off the bed slightly staggered from her assault. I grabbed the two bikini pieces and then looked around to make sure everything looked normal in case Mom decided to check on Susanna. I then walked to the door, turned off the lights, and said, "Goodnight, Susanna. Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams."

I closed the door and raced down the stairs to my room, picking up the shopping bag along the way. I hid the bikini and the shopping bag and then climbed the stairs again. If Mom and Dad came home now, there weren't any signs that Susanna had slipped out. I could safely relax in my bedroom, but I wanted to check something first.

The second floor had two bedrooms with a shared bathroom. Downstairs was the master bedroom and a small office which Mom had used to pay the bills and other domestic record keeping. When Covid hit, I came home from college, and Mom and Dad had to work from home. Dad had at first worked in the family room. He hated all the noise and distraction from the rest of us moving about the house. He decided that I would move into the office and that my upstairs bedroom would become the new office. "It's only for a few months." The downstairs office was my bedroom for over a year straight, and because my parents never moved the office back downstairs, I was using it as my bedroom again.

I went into the upstairs office and fired up Mom's computer. Fortunately, she hadn't changed the password since she last gave it to me. I went to the security company website and pulled up the video of Susanna and me entering the house. No sign of Susanna. Much relieved, I closed the tab and left.

* * * *

My parents arrived home ten minutes after I returned to my room. I was still too pumped from the night's adventures to think about going to sleep. I heard a gentle knock on my door. "Come in."

As I expected, Dad walked in. "How was your night? I hope it was better than mine."

"I went to Pinnacle Crossing." Pinnacle Crossing was a big building with over a dozen small restaurants. It was modeled on the idea of an inside gathering of food trucks.

"We've eaten there. That whole area is very yuppie."

I smiled sardonically. "I don't think people use 'yuppie' anymore. What were yuppies are now old one-percenters."

Dad shook his head. "It's hard to keep track of what words are current."

"So how was the Friends of the Library event?"

"Boring. I spent the evening talking to lots of different people that I had nothing in common with. I hate these Friends of the Library events. I think your mom only organizes them so she'll have an excuse to buy a new dress and new shoes. What's the point of getting donations from these people if you're going to spend a lot of the money you get on a party for them?" I didn't have an answer to that. "So what did you do at Pinnacle Crossing?"

"I looked at automating the restaurants. I have a friend who thinks I should write my senior thesis on robots automating fast-food restaurants. So I watched the different restaurants and tried to judge if having a robot instead of an employee would be a good thing." I had done that at the mall before heading over to Big Walters. Saying I had done that at Pinnacle Crossing justified my taking a lot longer.

"And your conclusion?"

"I don't think it'll work. The employees do lots of different jobs. Having a robot do one particular thing wouldn't eliminate much of their work. And then you have the problem that you need someone to repair and maintain the robot."

"So, a waste of time."

"I wouldn't say that. There were a lot of attractive women eating there."

Dad laughed. "Talk to any?"

"No. I was more interested tonight in getting the place's vibe and hearing what people were talking about."

"Did you go to the bar there?"

"I sampled a couple of their beers."

"Don't tell your mom that you did. She wouldn't approve, particularly as you were driving." Dad smiled suddenly. "What you need to do for your senior thesis is to develop a way of automating the hookups at single bars. That would be a huge boon to society."

I laughed. "That's well beyond me."

We talked for a few minutes more. My dad was so cool; I really enjoyed talking with him. I didn't understand how he could be happily married to my controlling, ultra-conservative Mom.
Dad left, and I made the trek upstairs to brush my teeth. I still did most of my bathroom stuff up there. When I was done, I turned off the bathroom light and sneaked into Susanna's bedroom. She was sleeping peacefully. I thought of her covering my face with kisses when I tucked her in. I smiled at the happy memory.

* * * *

Sunday, May 22nd
The next morning, it was easier to start a fight with my mother than I had ever imagined. I got up earlier than I needed to and went to the kitchen about the time my parents and Susanna ate breakfast. Mom and Dad were there, but not Susanna. When I sat down at the dinner table, Mom said, "Last night, I talked with Mrs. Parker, Caroline's mom."

Caroline was one of my sister's classmates. "Caroline is going to be Susanna's roommate in the dorms, right?"

"That was what we discussed last night. The dorms have so many young people packed tightly together that diseases like Covid spread like wildfire there."

I didn't like the sound of this. "And they're also the best place to make friends. Most of my friends are people I met in the dorms. It's much harder to get to know people in class."

"I'm sure Susanna will make lots of friends." That sounded false to me as Mom hadn't let Susanna have much of a chance to make friends in high school. "And you have decided to not live in the dorms this year."

I didn't see what that had to do with anything. "I don't need to live in the dorms because I've already made lots of friends. Susanna needs to live in the dorms to make friends."

"Mrs. Parker expressed lots of concerns about Caroline living in the dorms. What we agreed to was that you'd get a two-bedroom apartment, Caroline and Susanna would be in one bedroom, and you and your roommate would be in the other."

"No way, Mom! No way!" I said angrily. "I'm not sharing a room with a guy again. I'm sick of not having any privacy." My roommate Kenneth and I both had girlfriends in the dorms last year, and neither one of us could get enough alone time with our girlfriend. But it was far bigger than that - I wanted to be able to do whatever I wanted in my room like watching porn without worrying about my roommate walking in. "I've grown out of living in the dorms. Almost everyone does. I'm an adult now. I'm ready to live in an apartment, make my own meals, and have my own bedroom like I've had most of my life."

"Luke, your father and I spend so much on you."

Mom pulling out this line made me even angrier. "You aren't paying a thing for my next year at college." They had told me a while back that they wouldn't be helping me financially this year as they'd be helping Susanna. "So I'm going to do what I WANT to do this year because I'm the one paying for everything. If you want Caroline and Susanna to get an apartment together; fine. But leave me out of this."

Mom's face turned a bright red. "Don't talk to me like that, young man. We are feeding you and putting a roof over your head this summer."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Susanna come into the kitchen. She was walking gingerly with her head down.

"And this summer, I'm following your rules. But when I go off to college, I'm doing what I want."

Mom pulled herself up indignantly. "You should be grateful for the support your father and I give you. Next Saturday, you and your father are going to be rebuilding the flower beds. The railroad ties have badly deteriorated."

I rolled my eyes. Another of my weekend days off would be taken up by doing grunt labor. I looked at my dad. He was staring intently at his plate. He wasn't going to save my Saturday. "That's a huge project, Mom. Don't you think you should hire a landscaper so it's done right?"

"I have faith in you and your father. And if it takes two Saturdays, so be it. Some hard work would be good for you. Hopefully, it'll improve your attitude."

Mom and I argued until it was time for her, Dad, and Susanna to go to church. Susanna ate her breakfast on a counter far from the dining table. I was sure that Mom and Dad didn't notice that she was nursing a hangover. I stood firm that I would not share a bedroom. In the end, Mom pronounced that I'd still share an apartment with Caroline and Susanna, but I'd have a bedroom to myself.

* * * *

Monday, May 23rd
The next morning, I came out of my bedroom after I heard my parents leave the house. I knew that Mom wanted me to have breakfast with her and Dad, but after yesterday's disaster, I decided to go back to waiting until they left before coming out. Susanna was in the kitchen when I entered it. She jumped up from the table and raced over to me. She almost crashed into me as she hugged me, and then she kissed my cheeks four times. I laughed. "And good morning to you too."

"I'm still really grateful for all you did for me Saturday night." Susanna held out some bills. "Here's the money I borrowed for the bikini."

I took it. "Thanks." I folded them and stuck them in my pocket. "Do you need me to take you to Walmart to get your contact lenses?"

"No. There's no point in getting them now. I don't want Mom to find them and demand to know how I paid for them."

I got a bagel and began cutting it in two. "Babysitting?"

Susanna shook her head. "Before Mom will let me babysit, she demands to know how I'm going to spend the money. I need to pick something big, make out a plan for earning the money for it and what I'll do once I have the money, and then give her progress reports on my project. That's how I bought my sewing machine. No way could I have saved up enough money for contacts without her knowing about it."

"And saving up for contacts isn't an acceptable project?"

"You guessed it. 'Don't waste your money on contacts. Those glasses are perfectly fine.' Besides, there's no one here I want to see with contacts on instead of my ugly glasses."

I felt awful for Susanna, but there wasn't much I could do about it. "I did my best to convince Mom to let you live in the dorms. She wouldn't listen to me."

"You used the wrong argument. When you told Mom that it'd be much harder for me to make friends if I lived in an apartment, you were only supporting her idea. She wants to make it as hard as possible for me to meet boys."

I put my bagel into the toaster and started toasting it. "What's Caroline like?"

"She's okay. A little on the ditzy side. She can't keep a secret. She doesn't mean to gossip; she just gets so excited about things that she shares things she shouldn't."

"Great. So if I have my girlfriend spend the night, it'll get back to Mom."

"Probably. But what do you care? You made it clear to Mom that you're going to do what you want regardless of what she wants. Any luck on deciding what your senior thesis is going to be?"

"No. I want it to be different. I want it to address an issue that economists overlook."

"What kind of issue?"

I sat down at the dining table. "Let me tell you what a professor said in one of my economics classes. One percent of the US workforce works at Walmart. As they have a high turnover, a significant portion of the US workforce has worked there at some point in their life. And yet, when the professor who told us that asked us to raise our hand if we had a family member who was working at Walmart, no one did. Ditto when he asked if we had a family member who had worked at Walmart or if we knew anyone who had worked at Walmart. My fellow economics students and I are all from a middle-class or better background. Because we don't know any of the working poor, we don't know any of their problems. So I'd like to do a senior thesis on an idea that will improve the lives of the working poor."

The toaster beeped, and I got up to get my bagel. I buttered it and sat back down. Susanna said, "And it's hard to think of such an idea because you don't know what it's like to be a working poor?"

"Correct. I was hoping my job at the lube place would introduce me to some working poor, but it's all young guys who are working there until they find a better job."

"Aren't there some ideas already for helping the working poor?"

"Oh yeah. The two big ones are a higher minimum wage and an EITC."

"What's an EITC?"

"Earned Income Tax Credit. It's like a reverse income tax. Let's say the minimum wage was raised to fifteen dollars an hour. The federal government could then give minimum wage workers an EITC of three dollars an hour, making their tax home pay effectively eighteen dollars an hour. The more you make over the minimum wage, the less of an EITC you get until it disappears."

"That sounds good. But what are the downsides to a higher minimum wage and an EITC?"

"A higher minimum wage is as close as you can get in economics to a free lunch. The basic economic theory is that if you raise the cost of a good, the demand for it decreases. But that doesn't seem to apply to labor and a higher minimum wage. Small businesses make less profit, but they don't go bankrupt in droves. A higher minimum wage cuts government spending because state and local governments have programs that effectively make up the difference between the minimum wage and a living wage. The working poor have more dignity because they aren't directly dependent on the government. I'd like to come up with some government program that benefits the poor without making them feel like they are getting handouts from the government."

"That sounds like a worthwhile goal. How about you do some research by us going to Goodwill? Now that we're going to be sharing an apartment, we should see what household items we can pick up there. And I'd like to look at clothes there."

I was a little surprised that Susanna would want to buy clothes at Goodwill, but what did I know about shopping for women's clothes? "Sounds good."

* * * *

At Goodwill, I spent my time in the household section writing down everything they had and its price. I didn't feel comfortable enough about what was a good price for used household items to buy anything. They had a dozen pieces of furniture. I wrote down what they were and their prices. I'd check Craigslist later for comparable deals. Susanna was still in women's clothing. Despite me taking my sweet time, she still wasn't done. I wandered the store for what seemed a ridiculous amount of time until she was ready. She didn't buy anything. "Just getting an idea of what's available. Now that I've got some money, I want to spend it wisely."

When we got in the car, Susanna asked, "Can we please stop at the grocery store on the way home?"

"Sure." I didn't have anything else planned for the day. "You want to get lunch while we're out?"

"No. I'm going to make you lunch as a thank you. And I'll make a surprise too."

"Really? You don't have to."

"I want to. Mom has been having me cook dinners this school year. Simple meals. She said it was so I'd be ready when I moved into an apartment. I think it was because she wanted someone else to cook dinner. She never had you cook meals so you'd be ready when you moved into an apartment."

"No, she did not." I was planning on buying lots of microwaveable meals when I moved into my apartment.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"You can ask."

"Why were you watching the video you were when I walked in on you? You could have been watching anything. Why a bikini try-on video?"

"Mom has a content blocker on the router. I can't pull up porn on the home network, but I can pull up YouTube."

"But you could have used your phone. You could have watched a movie you had downloaded at school. You had lots of options, but you picked one that had no nudity. Why?"

"I'm not comfortable talking about such things with my sister."

"Come on, Luke. You aren't going to offend me. I'm not going to think worse of you. You can use bad language; it won't bother me. It's important to me."

I thought for a moment. If she wasn't going to be offended or think worse of me, I couldn't see the harm. "Okay." I shifted a bit as I planned what I was going to say. "Have you seen any porn?"

"A little. A few times at sleepovers, a girl played a clip on her phone. We laughed at how stupid and gross it was."

"Okay. The women in porn are sluts. I don't mean they are personally, but they're asked to play sluts. They are like, 'Nice to meet you', and then drop to their knees and start undoing the guy's pants. They have no personality. They just put out at the drop of a hat. Such women don't appeal to me. So, I started watching try-on videos. The ones I like are the ones where the girl makes it feel like we're in the flirting stage of the relationship; that I'm on my way to being her boyfriend. I can then use my imagination of what it'd be like when the video stops. I enjoy getting off to videos where the girl makes me want to have sex with her. The girls in porn don't do that for me."

"I see. That makes sense. So you don't watch porn?"

I laughed. "I still watch porn. It just depends on the mood I'm in. But I spend more time watching try-on videos than I do porn." I usually only watched porn when I was in the mood for a quick wank.

Susanna nodded her head. "Thanks for answering honestly."

* * * *

When we got home, Susanna made guacamole, which we ate with chips. After that appetizer, she made tacos.

"That was really good, Susanna."

Susanna blushed slightly. "Both were easy to make."

"They were easy for you because you've developed cooking skills. I would have struggled to make them. More importantly, I wouldn't have thought of making them. If you hadn't made lunch and there weren't any leftovers I could heat up, I would have gone to some fast-food place."

"Thanks. When Mom told me she wanted me to start cooking, I wasn't happy, but I've learned to like cooking. I enjoy creating a good-tasting meal from basic ingredients." Susanna stood up. "Now it's time to start on the surprise. I'm going to make you a fruit tart. Would you go out to your car, please? I'd like you to do two things - hide my money in your car so Mom can't find it and bring in my bikini."

"Bring in your bikini?" I definitely could see keeping Susanna's money in my car as it'd be a disaster if Mom found it, but I didn't see a reason to bring in the bikini.

"Yes. I made this fruit tart once for a church potluck, and I got flour all over my clothes. I'll wear my bikini while I make it and then take a shower when I'm done with the messy part."

"Okay."

Susanna left, went upstairs, and came back holding an envelope, which she gave me. I tossed it into a day pack where I had already put some tape. I went out to my car, taped her envelope on the back side of my glove box next to my envelope of cash, put her bikini into my day pack, and came back in. I gave Susanna her bikini and then went into my room to chill.

A few minutes later, Susanna knocked on my door. "Would you keep me company while I make the tart?"

"Sure." It seemed the least I could do.

When we got to the kitchen, Susanna already had several ingredients laid out on the kitchen island. She took off her glasses, set them aside, and then started measuring the flour. I asked teasingly, "So the thing you look for in a guy is a good time?"

"Oh, that!" Susanna laughed nervously. "They gave us questions to answer. They said to make them sexy but not dirty." Susanna dumped the flour into a pile on the island. "I didn't know what to say for that one." She pushed the flour into a ring. "I've never had a boyfriend. The most I've done is sneak away with a boy to kiss at a couple of Christian summer camps." Susanna started cutting pieces of butter and putting them in the center of the flour ring. "Mom won't let me date. The only time she'll let me talk to boys is at church, and that's always supervised." Susanna started measuring out sugar. "What do you look for in a girl?"

I hadn't expected Susanna to put me on the spot. "That she's pretty. And she's smart. Someone I enjoy talking with. Someone who has a lot of interesting things to say."

Susanna dumped the sugar into the center of the flour ring. She grabbed an egg, cracked it, and then dropped its contents into the center of the flour ring. "Do you date other economics majors?"

"No. I dated one freshman year, but I've dated other majors since. I enjoy hearing about the things people learn in other majors. And sometimes, I can apply what they've said to economics."

Susanna added another egg to the center of the flour ring. "How so?"

"In 546, the Ostrogoths sacked Rome. When they left, the city that once had over a million inhabitants was reduced to a few hundred inhabitants. Dogs and pigs roamed wild through the streets. Western Europe became a bunch of small kingdoms ruled by former barbarians. Urban life collapsed across the continent. Technology was very primitive. Few people could read. The people of Britain thought the abandoned cities built during Roman rule were built by giants because the buildings were so much bigger than what they could build. Almost every other part of the world had a large empire that was technologically more advanced than the little kingdoms of Western Europe. But in a thousand years, Western Europe would be vastly superior technologically to the rest of the world and would shortly militarily and economically dominate the globe. One of the big questions in economics is: Why did Western Europe surpass the rest of the world?"

Susanna stuck her hands into the flour ring and began squeezing the ingredients between her fingers. She bent forward as she did so, giving me a great view down her bikini top. Her fingers quickly got coated in dough. She quickly developed a back-and-forth action, squishing the dough with her fingers until it was flat, flipping the dough over, and then forming it back into a ball. Every time she did that, her tits jiggled massively. I was mesmerized watching her. I couldn't help wondering if her tits would pop out of the puny restraint of her bikini top.

"So why?" asked Susanna. "Was it Christianity?"

I had completely lost my train of thought. It took me a few moments to say, "No, it wasn't Christianity. The Eastern Roman Empire which was Christian didn't become a world power. It was finally conquered by the Ottoman Empire in the fifteenth century."

Susanna worked the dough even more vigorously, making her tits shake even more. She regularly put flour down on the island and rolled the ball in the flour. As she did so, some of the flour would rise into the air. As she leaned forward, the flour dust would coat her chest.

"So what was it?"

I couldn't pull my eyes away from Susanna's chest. "I dated a girl last year who's getting a joint degree from the History and Religion departments. From talking with her, I think it was because of indulgences."

"Indulgences?"

"Indulgences are basically the pre-forgiveness of sin. You do some big good deed, and you can then apply the goodness from that to offset the badness of sins you commit later. At first, the big good deeds were giving lots of money to the church and going on pilgrimages and crusades. But later, it became donating to building a hospital or a bridge."

Susanna kept working the dough. She was sweating lightly now. She stood up, and as she did so, a little drop of sweat ran down her chest, through the flour, and into her top.

"So what?"

"Let me finish. Later, the Western Christian church came up with the idea of Purgatory. When non-Christians died, they went straight to Hell. When Christians died, they went to Purgatory to work off their sins. Once your sins were worked off, you'd go to Heaven. Indulgences became a way of reducing your time in Purgatory. You could also pray for the souls of friends and family in Purgatory, speeding them to Heaven."

"Where did they get the idea of Purgatory?"

"I don't know."

Susanna resumed working the dough. "Sounds like nonsense to me."
"Indulgences easily led to corruption. Martin Luther protested indulgences, and that led to Western Christianity splitting into Protestants and Catholics. Protestants rejected Purgatory, but my girlfriend told me that it still hangs around as an idea. The beginning of Dickens' 'The Christmas Carol' has Scrooge's former partner visiting him from what certainly sounds like Purgatory, but as a good Protestant, Dickens doesn't say that. Lots of Christian dominations have parts of the service where you pray for the dead."

Susanna was working the dough less vigorously and adding less flour. I suspected the show was coming to an end.

"So why would indulgences lead to Western Europe dominating the globe?"

"From what she said, other world religions were very conservative, as in they were hostile to change. Obey your parents, obey your rulers, follow tradition, and do things the same way as they've always been done. The Western Christian Church wasn't that way because of indulgences. It was all for change, just as long as it was a good change. And because indulgences made it so corrupt, people didn't pay too much attention when the church denounced changes that it didn't consider good. So change happened much more rapidly in Western Europe, allowing them to eventually surpass the rest of the world."

Susanna grabbed a piece of foil and placed the dough into the middle of it. She then covered the dough with the foil. "Sounds interesting." She raised the dough. "This needs to sit in the refrigerator for a half-hour."

I watched her put the dough into the refrigerator. When she turned back to me, I said, "If Mom hasn't gotten you on birth control, you should use your cash money to get on birth control before you go off to college."

"Why do you say that? And Mom has not even discussed birth control with me. As a good Christian girl, I shouldn't need birth control."

I had wondered quite a bit if Susanna was on birth control as she made the tart dough. "What people in our church don't get is that the decision to go on birth control and the decision to have sex are two separate decisions. You can go on birth control and never have sex until your wedding night. You can not go on birth control and have sex with the first guy you're really sweet on. If you're on birth control and decide to have sex, you can enjoy having sex knowing you're unlikely to get pregnant. If you decide to have sex and aren't on birth control, then unwanted pregnancies happen. But sadly it's not even about wanting to have sex. Lots of women get sexually assaulted on campus. And it's rarely some stranger. It's some guy you like enough to lower your defenses, and then he takes advantage of you. That can happen despite your best intentions. So getting on birth control before you step on campus is a smart thing to do."

"Mom wouldn't approve of me going on birth control. She wouldn't make a doctor appointment for me to do so. If she heard I went to the doctor, she'd be all over me asking why. And Mom hears about everything."

I nodded. When I was a teenager, Mom seemed to hear about every wrong thing I did. "There are websites you can go to that will do a virtual exam and give you a prescription. And then they will send you the birth control in a nondescript box so you don't have to go to a pharmacy to buy them."

Susanna rubbed her chin in thought, spreading little dough bits all over it. "Would the parental controls on the router block such websites?"

"Use your phone as a mobile hotspot. That's what I do when I want to go on my laptop to a website the router would block."

Susanna thought some more. "I wouldn't want them to send the birth control here."

"You could have them send it to me at my work, and I'd bring them to you."

"I'd have to take the pills every day. If Mom found them, she'd go ballistic. And I'm certain she searches my bedroom and bathroom when I'm not at home."

The more we discussed this, the more important I felt it was for Susanna to get on birth control. Almost every girl I had talked extensively with knew someone who had been assaulted on campus. It was a traumatic enough event without adding the risk of becoming pregnant from it.

"You could get the patch. It's something you put on once a week. I had a girlfriend who used it because she didn't like having to remember to take a pill every morning. You put it on an inconspicuous place like your upper back so only those who see you naked can see it. She'd have me put it on her every Sunday so both of us would have to forget for her to miss it. And I could keep the patches for you. When I had to come home freshman year, I bought this lockbox that was about the size of a thick textbook. I put my girlie mags into it so Mom couldn't find them. I could put your patches into it."

Susanna nodded. "And I could keep that I'm on birth control secret from Caroline the same way when we are living together."

I seemed to be winning Susanna over. "You could use my PayPal account to pay for the birth control and then pay me back."

"That sounds perfect." Susanna thought for a moment. "Could I use your computer to do the exam and order the birth control? I suspect Mom checks my computer regularly."

"I wouldn't have a problem with that. I bought my laptop with my money and have never told Mom the password to it. You can use it safely."

Susanna stepped close to me and looked up at me with big eyes. Coated with flour in her bikini, she looked incredibly sexy. "Could I ask a huge favor of you? This would mean so much to me. Could I use your laptop when you're at work? Could I install apps and save files on it?"

I blinked a couple of times. Susanna's sex appeal was so strong. "Sure. I don't see why not. Be careful with it and don't fill up the hard drive."

A huge smile crossed Susanna's face. "That's so wonderful!" She bounced up and down several times, making her tits jiggle wildly. I knew I shouldn't be ogling my sister's tits, but I couldn't resist. The innocent show Susanna was giving me was far hotter than any kind of show any of my girlfriends had given me, including strip teases. Now, I was feeling guilty about how much I had enjoyed it.

Susanna then moved to hug me. My heart skipped a beat at the prospect, and then I immediately felt guilty about looking forward to being hugged. Susanna pressed her tits firmly against me in another big hug. "You don't know what being able to use your laptop means to me." I enjoyed the hug but felt uncomfortable about it as I felt it was too much for a brother and sister.

Susanna stepped back and looked up at me. Her hugging me obviously didn't make her uncomfortable. She said quickly and enthusiastically. "For months now, I've been wanting to make try-on videos to post to YouTube once I'm at college as a way of making money. I've read up on how to make the videos and how to edit them. I've been working out an hour a day, five days a week to be in shape for such videos. I know exactly the type of videos I want to do, and I've got scripts for several videos in my head." Susanna bounced up and down again. "This is so awesome!" She gave me another crushing hug.

I laughed. "I had no idea. You can definitely use my laptop then."

Susanna pulled back. Her face dropped. "I'm so sorry! I got flour all over you! I didn't mean to."

I laughed some more. "Don't worry about it. Go take your shower, and I'll change my shirt."

"I can't shower yet. You know how long it takes me to comb out my hair, and I'm on the clock for the tart crust. I can't shower until after it's out of the oven. But we can watch some try-on videos while the crust is in the refrigerator and the oven!"

* * * *

Susanna wanted to watch the videos in her bedroom. As we climbed the stairs, I asked, "Why do you want to make these videos? I don't picture you as the type to make try-on videos."

"I feel like no one knows I exist. I'm trapped in a tower and can't get out to meet people. I like meeting people. You saw how I was at Big Walters after the contest was over. But I rarely have a chance to, particularly with guys. So publishing videos will be my way of telling the world that I exist, that there's this nice, friendly, attractive girl out there who wants to make lots of friends."

"So what type of videos are you going to make?"

"It's going to ostensibly be advising girls built like me on what outfits look good and feel good. Nothing revealing like bikinis or lingerie, but I'll wear scoop tops and show off my midriff. But my target audience is guys who want to see a girl built like me try on outfits that make her look good while coming across as someone they want to date. I want to be very friendly and also very innocent. I don't know that I'm showing off my body in a sexually exciting way."

"I can see a lot of guys wanting to watch that."

Not being able to make many male friends, I could see her wanting to channel her frustrations in that area into making videos that guys would want to watch. Blocked from making real male friends, she'd make virtual friendships with guys instead.

Once we were in her room, Susanna pulled up a try-on video, and we watched it together. She paused it several times. "How are you liking it so far?" "What did you think of that segment?" I told her my thoughts on each outfit and on how well she modeled it.

When the video was over, I said, "I didn't like her showing us how she made her outfits. I'm not interested in that. I'm watching the video to see her model her outfits. I'd be fine with her talking about how she made the outfit as she modeled it. I think it's good when the girl stretches out the modeling of her outfits. But any time when she's not modeling is wasting my time."

"Thanks. That's really helpful."

Susanna started another video. This time, after I shared my thoughts about an outfit, she'd share her thoughts. We also discussed the makeup she was wearing and her hair. It was an enjoyable discussion. We continued watching videos until Susanna's timer went off. As we headed towards the kitchen, I asked Susanna, "What is your major going to be?"

"You promise to not say anything critical?"

"I do."

"Philosophy."

"Interesting."

"Mom hates it. She thinks I should have a practical major. But I love reading, and I'm excited about learning about really big ideas. I think I'll enjoy studying it the most."

"You don't know if you'll like a major until you start attending classes. But it sounds like a good starting point."

"Tentative plan for this week. Tomorrow, we'll go back to Goodwill. We'll pick up some household items to justify to Mom why we made the trip, but the main reason we're going is for me to pick up clothes that I can modify to use in my video. While you are at work, I'll modify them. Eventually, I'll do a preliminary video shoot and get your opinion. Sounds good to you?"

"Sounds fine to me."

Once we got to the kitchen, Susanna spread out the dough in a tart pan and popped that into the oven. "Would you please show me your favorite try-on videos?"

I didn't want to show my sister the videos I masturbated to. "They're just bikini try-on videos. There's nothing special about them. And you won't be making bikini try-on videos."

Susanna frowned slightly at my answer. "There must be something special about them for you to have bookmarked them. I don't care what they are trying on, I'm interested in how they do the try-on to make it appealing to you." Susanna put her hand on her hip. "I'd like to watch some try-on videos and have you tell me what you like about them. Would you rather do that with random bikini try-on videos, most of which won't be very good? Or would you rather do that with videos that you'll enjoy watching again?"

I'd prefer to watch bikini try-on videos I liked, but I still wasn't wild about sharing which videos I masturbated to. "Let's start with a couple of random ones and see how that goes."

Susanna accepted that was all she was going to get from me. "Okay."

We went to my bedroom. When I opened my laptop, I said, "The password is little A, big T, big T, little I, the number one, and little A. 'Attila', as in Attila the Hun, with the L replaced by the number one."

"Okay. That's easy to remember."

We watched three random bikini try-on videos and then I showed Susanna a few try-on videos that I had bookmarked. We discussed them in lots of detail. I had never paid serious attention to try-on videos before, just caring if they got me excited or not. It was interesting to break them down into their nuts and bolts and to think about how their many parts added up to a greater sum.

When the timer went off, we headed back to the kitchen. On the way, Susanna said, "Now that I'm going to make my videos, I'll need to buy contacts soon. You're working the rest of the week, so we only have the time before your work to go shopping. Tomorrow is already full. Can you take me to Walmart as soon as I can work up a good excuse to be out shopping for a while?"

"Sure."

The tart crust smelt wonderful as we approached the kitchen. Susanna went straight to the oven and pulled it out. It was a golden brown and looked delicious. She said, "Time to let it cool. I'll go take a shower." Susanna gave me another hug. The whole time she hugged me, I was anticipating jerking off once she was safely upstairs.

Once the hug was over, I went into my room and fired up my laptop. I found a video where some guy fucked two MILFs with big tits. One was supposed to be his stepmom and the other was supposed to be her friend. Not that it mattered. I came while he was fucking his stepmom doggie-style on the couch while she ate out her friend. I loved how her tits wobbled back and forth while he pounded her well-rounded ass.

After I came, I realized that I had been drawn to the video because of the similarity between the MILFs' bodies and Susanna's, and I felt deeply guilty. I shouldn't be thinking of my sister that way. Yesterday and today, I had gotten to see a lot more of her body than I ever had before. She had looked great last night, and she had looked great while she was making the tart. But there had been nothing sexual about either time. And her hugging of me today had inflamed my need for sexual relief. Susanna was my sister, my very innocent sister who had done nothing more with a boy than kiss. She didn't realize the effect she had on guys. I thought back to the events leading up to making the tart in a bikini in front of me. All of them were innocent, but I knew now to not let them happen again.

When Susanna came downstairs after her shower, I said to her, "I think we need to cool it on the kisses and big hugs. I'm glad you're appreciative of what I did for you yesterday and today, but in your enthusiasm, you've been more physically affectionate than a sister should be with her brother." Susanna looked disappointed. I gave her an encouraging smile. "You were always my annoying little sister, and now this summer you've become this person who is a lot of fun to be with."

That got me a little smile.

I said, "I can't wait to have that tart at dinner," and then went to my bedroom.

* * * *

I was chatting with friends on Discord, laughing at the memes they were posting when I heard Mom's loud, angry voice from the kitchen. I locked my laptop and went to find out what was happening.

"It wasn't me, Mom." Susanna had her head down. She looked like someone getting a beating.

"Yes, it was," Mom said, her voice full of fury. "Someone called me and told me it was you. Don't lie to me, young lady."

"What's going on?" I asked.

Mom turned towards me. "Your sister participated in a bikini contest at a bar. She proudly showed off her body for every guy to see. She made it to the finals and showed off her body again. She wound up winning. And now, even worse, she's denying it to me."

I dismissed Mom's accusation with, "She's too young to get into a bar, Mom."

"I know that she's too young to get into a bar. Someone at the bar let her in even though she was too young. They took one look at her body and decided it was worth letting her in if she'd compete in the bikini contest. Bars do that. That's why they are terrible places that neither of you should ever go to."

I had checked out the crowd in the bar extensively and hadn't recognized anyone. It was hopefully someone who barely knew my sister. "This person who recognized Susanna, had he seen her in a bikini before?"

"Of course not!" Mom said indignantly. "I'd never let your sister wear a bikini."

"Then where did she get the bikini? Good bikinis aren't cheap."

"I don't have a bikini, Mom," Susanna added.

Mom swallowed. I guessed that Susanna hadn't pushed back on her accusations, and Mom wasn't prepared for me to do so. "Your sister has a very distinctive body type. The person recognized her from that and called me to let me know that she had competed in a bikini contest."

"Susanna's most distinctive feature is her hair. I don't know anyone who has hair as long as hers. Did this guy say anything about the winner's hair?" Fortunately, the guy must have left between when the bikini contest ended and when I saved Susanna from Travis. If he had told Mom that the winner's brother Luke had driven her home, there'd be no denying the story.

Mom frowned. "He didn't say anything about her hair." Mom raised her finger. "But as I said, your sister has a very distinctive body type."

"That's not true, Mom. I've seen several girls on campus who have had plastic surgery and are just as big as Susanna," I lied. "Susanna is too young to get into a bar," I counted one on my fingers, "she didn't have any way of getting to the bar," number two, "and she doesn't have a bikini." I held up my three fingers. "This guy must have seen some well-endowed blond and decided it had to be Susanna. And I'm guessing he didn't spend much time looking at the girl's face."

As I talked, Mom got redder and redder and screwed up her face more and more. Now, she exploded. "Your sister has a bikini! And I'm going to find it!"

She grabbed Susanna by the arm and dragged her out of the kitchen. I followed along slowly. Mom perp-walked her up the stairs and down the hallway. I quietly climbed the stairs after them and stopped at the top. I had never seen Mom that angry, and I feared what massive chore she'd assign me if I re-entered her presence. The door to Susanna's bedroom was open, and I could hear drawers being pulled open, searched, and then slammed shut. When Susanna had given me her bikini and money to keep in my car, I had the feeling that it was being overly cautious. Now, I was so glad that she had done it. It sounded like Mom was doing a thorough search of Susanna's bedroom, but she'd find nothing. Which would probably make her even angrier.

Eventually, the searching stopped and the lecture started. "You did something, young lady. I can tell. Sunday at church, you need to get on your knees and beg God for forgiveness for whatever you've done. Your father and I have raised you to be a Christian girl. Everyone in town knows who you are. Your every action is a witness to those who are watching you. When you misbehave, you embarrass not only yourself, you embarrass me and your father, and most importantly, you embarrass God."

Mom went on and on, pouring hot guilt all over Susanna. Even at this distance, Mom's lecture made me cringe and wish that I could slip through a crack in the floor. It had to be a hundred times worse for Susanna.

I heard Dad fumbling with the front door. I raced down the stairs as fast as I could. When Dad came in, he was carrying several bags. "Chinese!" he told me. "Your mom told me to pick up dinner on the way home."

Dad handed me the bags and went over to the stairway. He called up the stairs, "Dinner's here!" I carried the bags into the kitchen and set them down on the island. Dad came into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and exclaimed, "Look at what somebody made!" He pulled the fruit tart out, set it on the island, and then got out a beer.
When Mom entered the kitchen, Dad said, "Look at what Susanna made." He smiled at me. "I'm assuming you didn't make this."

"I didn't." I wasn't looking at him. I was watching for Susanna to enter the kitchen. When she did, her head was down and her shoulders were slumped. She looked a couple of inches shorter than normal.

Mom said, "Oh, isn't that wonderful," as she admired the fruit tart. "It looks delicious." She looked at Susanna. "You made something like this for a church potluck, but this one looks even better. You have learned so much about cooking this year."

Susanna didn't respond. Instead, she slumped against the wall. Mom and Dad ignored her. They happily served themselves dinner and made their way to the dining table. I got two plates, set one down on the island for Susanna, and loaded mine with the Chinese. Susanna shuffled over, picked up her plate, and served herself a small portion.

Over dinner, Dad told Mom about his day, and Mom told him about hers. Susanna and I were quiet. She had her head down the whole time and mainly pushed her food around her plate. At some point, Mom said, "I think we need to improve our home security. We should have something on all the windows so we'll know when they are opened."

Dad sighed. "I'll look into it."

Mom was going to cut off Susanna's ability to escape again.

When Mom and Dad finished the Chinese, they went over to the fruit tart. They cackled about how wonderful it looked. They cut themselves pieces and returned to the table. They thanked Susanna, and she said very quietly, "You're welcome."

Watching Mom and Dad's behavior about the fruit tart made me want to throw up. It was like Mom had stomped all over Susanna and then stole the fruit tart from her. Susanna got no pleasure from having made it.

Dad asked me, "Aren't you going to get yourself a piece of fruit tart?"

"No, I'm full. I'll have some tomorrow." I'd have some in the morning when just Susanna and I were home. I'd tell her then how good it was. Eating it now would waste the gift she had made for me.

Susanna stood up, put her dishes in the dishwasher, and then left the kitchen. I guessed she was heading towards her bedroom, and we wouldn't see her for the rest of the night.

Dad asked, "What's up with her?"

"She's feeling guilty about something she did," said Mom. "I had a talk with her about the importance of her witness, of constantly being a good example to others, not tempting others, and staying pure."

Dad nodded with little interest and turned to me. "So what did you do today?"

* * * *

Tuesday, May 24th
The next morning, Susanna was eating breakfast when I came into the kitchen. I went over to her and said, "Stand up." When she stood up, I wrapped her up in my arms and held her tight. "I'm so sorry, Susanna. You didn't deserve what happened last night."

"I deserved it. If I hadn't participated in the bikini contest, it wouldn't have happened."

"No one ever deserves to be treated that abusively." I hugged Susanna even tighter. "Mom and Dad are lucky to have such a wonderful daughter. I'm lucky to have such a great sister." I squeezed Susanna. "If there's anything I can do to make things better, let me know."

We stood there for a while like that. I felt a little like a hypocrite for saying no big hugs yesterday and hugging her tightly today, but this morning was an exceptional case. Finally, Susanna asked timidly, "After breakfast, would you watch The Movie with me?"

"The Movie" was the 1980 movie Xanadu starring Olivia-Newton John. When Susanna was three, she started watching it constantly. She must have watched it a million times. It has a great soundtrack but otherwise is a horrible movie. Whenever she had started it, I had always fled to my room.

"I'll watch it with you."

I got my breakfast and sat down next to Susanna. There was so much I wanted to say about last night; I had so much outrage to express. But I didn't want to rehash what happened. Best to forget it as quickly as possible. But it was all I could think of, so I ended up saying nothing at all.

After breakfast, we trooped into the living room. Susanna dug out the disc, popped it into the DVD player, sat down to my right on the couch, and started the movie. Once it was started, she raised my right arm and put it over her shoulder. She then reached out and held my left hand. We watched the movie like that, not saying a word.

I hadn't seen the movie in years. It was still a horrible movie. ONJ was beautiful and had a great screen presence, but the male lead was a nobody with zero charisma. The real male lead was Gene Kelly of Singin' In The Rain fame. Why anyone would have someone that old as the male lead in a movie aimed at teens was beyond me. But that was just one of the many, many things in the movie that made no sense to me. I constantly thought "Huh?" as I watched the movie. The plot, costumes, and sets seemed random. For someone as logical as me, watching the movie was an hour and a half of frustration.

But I was happy to watch Xanadu this time. I felt Susanna slowly relax as we watched it. She sang along with the music, singing louder as the movie went along.

When the credits started, I took my arm off her shoulder. I then replaced my left hand with my right hand. About halfway through the credits, Susanna said, "All I want is a social life. I want to go on dates. I want a boyfriend. Just because I have big boobs, I'm not going to let guys have their way with me."

"That's a totally reasonable desire."

"I feel like Rapunzel, except instead of being locked up in a tower, I'm locked up in my second-floor bedroom."

"Like Rapunzel in "Tangled"?" Susanna had watched that movie a lot.

"No, not like her." Susanna held her hair out and added lightly. "I don't have magic hair. And I don't have a chameleon." She said more seriously, "But I do have an abusive mother who regularly tells me the outside world is too dangerous for me." She switched hands that were holding mine. "I think I like wearing my hair so long because I see it as a silent protest, signaling to people that Mom traps me at home like Rapunzel."

"But in a few months, you'll be at college. Mom won't be able to keep you from meeting guys there."

"My biggest fear is that Mom won't let me go to college, that she'll come up with some excuse to justify keeping me in my bedroom for another year. 'Susanna needs a gap year.' Or 'Susanna is going to study remotely this year.'"

I could see why that possibility would terrify Susanna. "You're an adult now. Mom can't keep you here against your will. You can always go to college without her and Dad's financial support. As long as they are supporting you financially, it's smart to stay on their good side. But you don't have to. And I'll support you if you decide to walk away." That made me think of something. "Speaking of that, we need to go looking for an apartment with Caroline. The sooner we lock down an apartment, the sooner Mom and Dad are financially committed to you living at college. If I can talk Mom and Dad into doing it this weekend, then I'll have a week off from hard work on house projects."

"Tomorrow is a meeting at church of VBS volunteers", said Susanna with her natural cheerfulness returning to her voice. "Caroline also got volunteered. I'll talk to her tomorrow and have her bring up the idea with her mom. It'll be harder for Mom to say no if Mrs. Parker wants to go."

"Perfect." There was something I was curious about. "Had you used the fire ladder before Saturday?"

"No. I had thought about using it several times, but I was always worried Mom would find out I had gotten out that way and would take it away. I had resolved that I'd save it for something big. I really don't want to wear my ugly glasses at college, so the opportunity to win five hundred dollars was something big enough to get me to use it."

"Did Taylor take you to Big Walters? Did she buy you your bikini?"

"Yes, and yes. I was really afraid that the bikini wouldn't fit as I didn't have a chance to try it on beforehand. The website had a detailed description of what size I should wear based on my measurements, and I measured myself five times, but you never know with clothes until you try them on."

"I thought it fit you perfectly."

"Thanks," Susanna said as she reddened a bit. "Can you take me to the VBS meeting tomorrow? It's at ten."

"Sure." I released Susanna's hand and stood up. I flexed my stiff right arm and said, "Let's go have some fruit tart. The word on the street is it's delicious."

* * * *

Saturday, May 28th
Much to my delight, the rebuilding of the flower bed got postponed so we could go apartment hunting. Mom picked up Caroline and Mrs. Parker in our mini-van. Mom and Mrs. Parker sat in the front, Caroline and Susanna sat in the middle, and I sat in the back. I played on my phone as we drove, listening to Caroline and Susanna talk. They seemed to get along well.

At one point as we were getting close to my school, we passed a semi that had "Buns on the Run" on its side with a picture of a hamburger and a hot dog running. I immediately thought of the time I had half-pushed Susanna up the stairs in her bikini, her buns right in my face. That image kept coming back to me the rest of the way to the first apartment complex. As we walked around the complex, we walked in basically the same order as we had been in the mini-van. My eyes kept drifting to my sister's behind. She was wearing loose jeans with a sweatshirt pulled halfway down her bottom, but I kept remembering how her butt had looked on the stairs.

We spent several hours looking at apartments. I got to know Caroline as we did so. She seemed nice; pretty but not very pretty. When we checked out apartments, I had a long checklist of things that I rated the apartment on. Susanna spent her time examining the kitchen. Caroline evaluated apartments on things like the view from her bedroom and the color of the carpet.

With Mrs. Parker, I tried to project the image of someone uninterested in her daughter but would be willing to be protective of her. I showed Mrs. Parker my checklist and explained why each item was on it. She seemed to be reassured about me after seeing how practical-minded I was. We eventually put down a deposit on the apartment in what I considered the best location that had a kitchen that was acceptable to Susanna.

That night was Susanna's graduation, which I thought went well. Lots of pomp and ceremony. Given how much money my parents spent to send my sister to this high school, they deserved to see a lot of pomp and ceremony. Mom didn't want me playing on my phone, so I tried to spend the time waiting for the ceremony brainstorming ideas for a senior thesis, but when I couldn't come up with anything fresh, I replayed in my head the bikini contest. I'd loved to meet the girl who went by Cinnamon, but I'm sure almost every guy that was there wanted to meet her too. Or Susanna.

At our celebration dinner, I gave Susanna a teddy bear that had a cap and gown on and was holding a diploma. On the gown was "Susanna '22". Susanna smiled delightedly at it. I thought about joking that the bear couldn't be her as it was flat-chested but decided against it.

* * * *

Thursday, June 2nd
At breakfast, Susanna said somewhat timidly, "I want to show you my dry run after breakfast." Yesterday, Susanna had done a dry run of her first try-on video while I was at work.

"How do you think it went?"

"I don't want to bias you. You tell me after you see it."

Susanna hadn't sounded very positive about her video. I said, "I'm no expert on making videos, but I'll be happy to give you my opinion."

"I want a male perspective on the video. You are in my target audience, so I want to know what works for you and what doesn't. Also, you've watched quite a lot of try-on videos, so you know what they should look like."

After breakfast, we adjourned to my bedroom. Susanna unlocked my laptop and pulled up her video. It started with Susanna opening the door to her bedroom and walking in. She was wearing her everyday clothes - a baggy sweatshirt and jeans - and her ugly glasses. She talked about what the video was going to be about, but as she talked, she began looking around the room. Several times, she got distracted and stopped talking. When she ended her introduction, I saw her walk over to the laptop and stop the recording.

"What do you think?" asked Susanna.

"It's not very good," I said as gently as I could. "I can't hear your voice clearly. The audio should sound like you are having a conversation with me from a few feet away. It sounds like you are much further away than that."

"I've tried repositioning the laptop several times to see if I could get the sound better. I think the mic on the laptop is designed for you to be sitting at the laptop. I'm going to need a buy a mic for these videos."

"Okay. I'll buy you one on Amazon, have it sent to a locker near work, and then you can pay me back. Lighting is good but not great. But that probably adds to the video - you want to create that 'amateur girl making a video in her bedroom' ambiance." I sighed. The next part would be more painful. "You need to look at the camera while you're talking. As we've said in reviewing other try-on videos, maintaining eye contact is critical."

"I know. I try to, but I just can't talk to a little dot on a laptop. I feel like I need a person to talk to. Could we try something?"

"What?"

"Could we try recording the video with you standing next to the laptop? I'd like to see how differently I do."

I thought it over for a moment. "Sure." Why not?

Susanna took the laptop, and we made the climb up to her bedroom. On Susanna's desk were a stack of boxes and her desk lamp. The desk lamp was turned so that it would shine its light towards Susann's bed. She placed the laptop on top of the boxes and positioned it just so. "Stand there," Susanna said to me. The laptop was placed on the left edge of the desk. I stood with my back to the wall to the left of the desk and did my best to lean towards the laptop. My head was only a few inches away from the edge of the laptop.

"That looks good. Now, let me give it a try."

She turned on the desk lamp, started the recording software, and then walked out of the room. She then opened the door and walked back into the room, walking with a little bounce to her step. "Hey everyone! I'm Susanna, and this is my channel, 'Susanna Sews'. I'm a well-endowed girl, and this video is for my fellow well-endowed girls. I'm going to try on four tops for you today, at first with a bra on and then again with no bra. I'm then going to judge each top for comfort and how well they look. As I model the top, I'm going to explain how I made it. Hopefully, this will help you find tops that are comfortable and look nice on you. So let's get started, shall we?"

Susanna reached over, stopped the recording, and then turned off the desk lamp. She then sat down on the computer and pulled up the video. We watched the recording together. "What do you think?" she asked.

"It was much better. You maintained great eye contact throughout the video. You never got distracted and got through your initial spiel without a hitch." I then got into finer details about the way she moved and her intonation. "Overall, I thought you did a very good job. Sound is still a problem, but a new mic will hopefully solve that. Even with the sound problem, I'd want to watch more of this video."

"I'm glad to hear that. Thanks for the detailed feedback. Could I ask another favor?"

"What?"

"Could you stand there while I do the full dry run? It's so much easier for me to keep the conversation going and to maintain contact if I have a person here. Hopefully, after I have a good dry run, I'll be able to do the same thing all by myself."

"Sure. It'll be interesting to watch you do it."

"Thanks! Please go to your room and get me my contacts. I'll be busy setting things up here."

I went down to my bedroom, unlocked my lockbox, and got Susanna her disposable contacts. Monday, I had taken Susanna to Walmart to get her contacts, but as they were disposable contacts she didn't want to wear them during the summer. When I came back, she was putting clothes on her desk chair. She put her contacts on, and I assumed my position near the laptop. Susanna turned on the desk lamp, started recording, went out of her bedroom, opened the door, came in, and then went through her spiel again. She had a friendly, folksy way of talking that made me feel comfortable listening to her.

When Susanna ended her spiel, she started unbuttoning her pants. My eyes went wide. I hadn't been expecting that. "You're going to see me in my bra and panties," she said. "That's not going to be a big deal after you've seen me in my bikini."

I wasn't sure. Yes, I probably wouldn't see more skin than when she was wearing her bikini. But I'd be seeing her in her BRA and PANTIES.

Susanna ignored me as she sat down on the bed and pulled her jeans off. I could see her light purple cotton panties clearly as she stood up and bent over her desk chair. The panties were very functional and covered her whole ass, but seeing her in them made me think of seeing her on the stairs when she was wearing her bikini bottoms. Susanna picked up a pair of jean shorts off her desk chair and pulled them on. I was glad she had her panties covered again, and I hoped to not see them the rest of the dry run. Susanna then went over to the desk chair and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. I saw mainly her back while she was down to her bra. The straps were white and looked very plain. Her back looked nice with quite of bit of muscles. Her chest had to be broad to support her massive tits, but the width of her back was enough for her curvy figure and no more. Susanna picked up a black T-shirt, pulled it on, and pulled her hair up out of it. The gold-colored cross on a gold-colored chain that she always wore was now visible. She then moved into position and started speaking again.

"This is a medium fitted T-shirt I bought. If I were flat-chested, I'd wear a medium T-shirt. But I'm not. This shirt is fitted in that it's narrower below the chest area than it is at the chest area or the bottom. But I'm too big for the amount of fitting the shirt provides." And she clearly was. "The chest area is overstretched, which throws off the whole cut of the shirt." Susanna turned a little to the right while moving her hands up and down to the side of her chest as she pointed them at her body, and then she turned to the left and did the same thing. She then faced forward and said, "Now, let me show you what it looks like when I take a large shirt and do the fitting myself."

Susanna then turned to me. "What did you think?"

"Interesting. My one suggestion would be to start modeling sooner. You want to model your clothes as much as possible. As a guy, I'm watching the video to see you model clothes, not to have you face me and talk."

"Okay. Thanks. I'll redo that segment as you suggest."

Susanna repeated delivering the same spiel, but this time she started showing off the cut of the shirt as soon as she finished saying, "This is a medium fitted T-shirt I bought." When she was done, she asked me, "How was that?"

"Solid."

"Good."

Susanna pulled off that shirt in front of me and then turned to get the next shirt. She had given me a good look at her white bra, which was completely functional and had so much material and straps that it looked like battle armor. The cups were very large, and Susanna filled them completely. She picked up another black T-shirt and pulled it on. This one had a different logo than the last one and was slightly lighter. She moved into position and said, "This is a large T-shirt that I fitted myself." She brought her hands up to the level of her chest and used them to point to her general chest area. "You can see that the shirt is much less tight here." She dropped her hands partially and turned to give me and her viewers a side view of her chest. "It's still tight across the bust, but not overly so." Susanna talked about how exactly she modified the shirt to make it fit her better, the whole time using her hands to emphasize what part of the shirt she was discussing and turning to give a different view. She varied how much she turned, turning thirty degrees, forty-five degrees, almost ninety degrees, and turning all the way around. When Susanna turned all the way around, my eyes were drawn to her butt. Her jean shorts came down to just above her knees and hugged her butt nicely, showing off her roundness.
When she was done, Susanna asked me, "What did you think?"

It was the hottest damn thing I had ever seen. "I really enjoyed that segment. I think you did a nice job modifying that shirt and it fits really well now. It shows off your big bust in a very flattering way. And I think you did an excellent job of showing off how well the shirt flatters you. You spent a lot of time talking about how you modified that shirt, but the way you do it added to your modeling of the shirt instead of detracting or interrupting the flow of the segment."

Susanna smiled brightly. "I'm loving hearing this."

"Where did you get those shorts? Mom didn't buy them for you."

"Goodwill. They were long pants that I converted to shorts. The legs would have been too long for me. The material has some good stretch, which is why I bought them."

My sister pulled off the black shirt and picked up a red-and-black plaid shirt. Again, my eyes were riveted to her bra the whole time it was exposed. Susanna arched her back so she could slip the shirt underneath her hair and then began buttoning the shirt, leaving the top few buttons unbuttoned. After she had buttoned three buttons, she grabbed the lower part of each side of the shirt and then twisted them into a knot. She then moved into position.

"Shirt number two. This is a man's large plaid shirt." Susanna rubbed the material between her tits and smiled. "I like the feel of this material. High-count cotton." She began modeling the shirt. "There are so many things you can do with an oversized plaid shirt. YouTube is filled with videos on different ways to wear them. The great thing about this shirt is that I can make it look very conservative when I'm talking with my mom before going out. Just button all the buttons but the top one and tuck it into my jeans. And then once I'm out of the house, I can then button it like this, making it look far sexier. Now, all I need is to get my mom to let me out of the house." Susanna winked. "I can control how sexy I make it by buttoning more or less buttons. I've buttoned less here. The tying of it pulls the shirt material over my bust, making the shirt fit me across the chest much better than when I button all the buttons."

The way Susanna was wearing the shirt exposed her midriff. She didn't have muscular abs like a lingerie model, but she had firm abs that looked good now that she exposed them.

Susanna did two more shirts. One was a sleeveless crop top with a series of expanding hearts on the front. Susanna explained how she had created it from a T-shirt as she modeled it. The other was a white blouse she had sewn herself that looked like something a woman serving beer in a German biergarten would wear with a scoop at the top and lots of flouncy material around her tits. She checked with me after every shirt, and I didn't have much in the way of feedback to offer. I thought she was doing a great job modeling each top. From the way she talked, it was easy to believe that she intended this video only to be watched by busty women like herself.

Susanna then told the story about a week-long Christian camp the summer before her freshman year where the camp leaders insisted she wear an extra-large sweatshirt the whole week even though it was roasting outside.

When the story was over, Susanna walked over to her desk chair, grabbed the black T-shirt she had fitted herself, and threw it on the bed. She then pulled off the biergarten shirt while facing away from me, reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. I felt myself holding my breath. Susanna pulled the bra off her and tossed it on her desk chair. Did I see some tit wobble as she did so? I got a great look of her back, and I found it very sexy. If I was watching this as a YouTube video, I'd love to see her dressed like this as a transition to her next segment, and I'd probably watch it over and over.

Susanna grabbed the black T-shirt she had modified and pulled it on. Once it was on and she had her hair out, she turned around and moved into position. "Here's shirt number one without a bra." My eyes were drawn to her chest. I tried to make out her nipples through the shirt. The material was so dark that I couldn't. I watched her tits closely as Susanna moved around modeling the shirt.

"I've got almost no support with this shirt. I can feel the girls moving as I move, and it's not a comfortable feeling. I could have made this shirt differently to provide me more support, but it would look different too. I may do that for another video."

There was something about knowing that my sister's big tits were loose under that shirt that totally drew my eyes to her chest. I really couldn't tell much of a difference, but I thought I could see her tits wobble when she moved from one side to the other.

Susanna didn't ask my opinion about that segment. She grabbed the plaid shirt, put it on the bed, turned away from me, and pulled off the black shirt. I could picture in my mind her tits bouncing once they were freed from the shirt. She put on the plaid shirt, buttoned and tied it, and then turned around and moved into position.

"Shirt number two without a bra." Susanna began moving about to model the plaid shirt. "This is providing much more support. Also, the material feels good against the girls." Again, the shirt didn't look different, but knowing she was braless made the shirt much sexier. I kept my eyes on her tits the whole time she talked.

Susanna tried on the other two shirts. Again, knowing she was braless cranked up the sexiness of the shirts. With the German biergarten shirt, I kept looking for the top of her areolas. I didn't pay much attention as she did her closing spiel, remaining focused on her tits instead.

When Susanna was done, she rushed over to me and pressed herself against me in a half-hug, pinning me against the wall. "Thanks so much for doing that for me. It was so much easier making the video when I had someone to talk to." I could feel her big, unbound tits pressing against my chest. "I'll make lunch for you today and tomorrow as a thank you. You're so wonderful to me."

I pulled myself together. "I enjoyed watching you. It was interesting seeing the parts that are always edited out." Particularly, her changing her shirt with no bra on.

Susanna pulled away from me. "Go downstairs. I'll change and then cook lunch. While you're at work, I'll edit the video as if that was the real recording and show it to you tomorrow."

"I'll order the mic tonight."

"Great!" Susanna jumped up and down; her tits in the biergarten top bouncing marvelously. "I'm so close to having my own video to publish! My dream is going to come true!"

* * * *

When I got to my room, I closed and locked the door. I then grabbed some tissues and my bottle of baby lotion. I stripped down as I pulled up a porn video of some woman with big tits and long blond hair getting fucked. I skipped forward past her giving the guy a blowjob to the fucking scene. She was bent over a desk in an office as the guy fucked her from behind, her big tits swinging as he did so. I started stroking my cock, and by the tenth stroke, I was filling the tissue full of cum. It felt like my load was massive.

I closed the browser and caught my breath. Yes, I had picked another video to beat off to that had a woman who looked something like my sister. After that show, seeing someone like her get fucked was the only thing I wanted to watch. If Susanna didn't know, was it okay if I masturbated to videos of women who looked like her? If I didn't mean to perv on her, was it okay? I didn't intend for my sister to sexually excite me this morning. I had only wanted initially to give her feedback on her video. And then she talked me into watching her do a full dry run of the video. What was I supposed to say? "Seeing you partially dressed is too damn hot for me?"

As my blood pressure gradually dropped, I found myself being more accepting of what I had done. My sister hadn't meant to get me excited. She was just doing her thing, and my body was doing its thing. And it was a one-time thing; now that she had done her dry run, she'd know what to do during her final taping. There was no point in my getting bent out of shape over a one-time thing.

* * * *

That evening after work, I searched for a mic for Susanna. After doing some research, I discovered that the professional vloggers and YouTubers used wireless bluetooth microphones that cost $230, which would be half of her contest winnings. I thought over her finances, and $50 was probably all she could spend on a microphone. My concern was that if she spent any more than that, she'd say she couldn't afford the consultation she needed to get birth control. I really wanted her to be on birth control when she got to college. I wanted her to enjoy college and have the option to have sex if she wanted. And I definitely didn't want her to have sex when she wasn't on birth control.

I looked at the $50 microphones, and they were okay. Not the quality of the $230 ones. Sound quality wasn't something I felt Susanna could skip on. Her videos should be immersive experiences where the viewer feels like she is right there in front of them, talking to them. Poor sound quality would take them out of it. I couldn't remember watching a try-on video with poor sound quality. When I watched porn videos that had bad sound, I couldn't get into them. But there was no way Susanna could afford a top-of-the-line mic.

It came down to two mics, one for $50 and one for $230. I spent probably a half-hour flipping between the two. In the end, I ordered the $230 one.

The next morning when I came into the kitchen for breakfast after Mom and Dad had left, Susanna asked, "Did you order the microphone?"

"Yes."

"How much was it?"

"Fifty bucks plus tax. It was on sale, so you got a good deal."

* * * *

Saturday, June 4th
It was rebuild-the-flower-beds day. The railroad ties that bound them had deteriorated over the years, so the project was removing the existing ones and then putting new ones in their place. Dad and I pulled the new ones off his truck and set one end on a dolly. I then carried my end of the railroad tie over to the location he had designated near the flower beds while he rolled the dolly behind me. When the new railroad ties were positioned, Dad gave me a hoe and told me to ram the blade between the layers of the old railroad ties and then pull the blade upward to force them apart. That was hard work. After that, Dad and I carried the old railroad ties to his truck and threw them in the bed. When we had cleared the old ties, we put the new ones in place. The flower beds were two ties wide and three ties high. For the middle layer of ties, Dad had me cut a tie in half so we'd have a half a tie, a tie, and a half a tie for that layer. Dad had me drill a hole from one tie to the other and then pound a foot-long nail into the hole. A couple of times, Susanna brought out lemonade to Dad and me, and each time it really hit the spot. As the day got hotter, Dad took more breaks to go inside to check on something or look something up while I sweat outside; he didn't want the railroad ties left unattended.

While Dad was inside, Susanna brought me some lemonade. "Thanks so much," I said as I wiped my brow. "This tastes so good." After I took a long drink, I asked, "How did the final taping go yesterday?"

"Not well. Not nearly as well as the dry run. I know what I want to say, but I feel stupid talking to an empty room and I start screwing up. It was so easy when you were there."

I didn't like the sound of this. The dry run was supposed to be a one-time thing. I still found myself constantly replaying her changing clothes in front of me and flouncing around in her sexy outfits. I hoped she wouldn't ask me to do it again.

"I know this is really imposing on you," said Susanna, "But would you mind watching me Monday when I do my final tapings?"

My sister looked up at me, the epitome of youthful innocence. "Sure, I'll do it." I couldn't tell her no.

* * * *

Monday, June 6th
Around ten, I heard Susanna yell down, "I'm ready."

I made the climb up the stairs "to the tower" with a lot of trepidation. I'm helping Susanna achieve her dream. She's not going to appeal to me through physical attraction; she's going to appeal to her future viewers.

When I entered Susanna's bedroom, she was wearing her usual baggy sweatshirt and jeans. "How do I look?" she asked me.

"Good." Susanna was wearing makeup now. Her lashes were much bigger, she was wearing a subtle amount of blush, and her lips were redder and smoother than normal. She had done something to her hair to make it look fuller and shinier. It was very similar to what she wore at the bikini contest, but I guess changed to better work in a video rather than in person. "No, great. Not having glasses makes a big difference. You have such pretty eyes. The makeup is subtle but definitely makes you look more attractive."

"Thanks." Susanna moved towards me and stopped. "I almost kissed you. I'm super amped up on nervous energy and need an outlet. I'm going to do this; I'm really going to do this. I'm so excited."

I moved to my position next to the laptop. Susanna started recording and made her way out of her bedroom. She then came in and started her spiel. She still had her folksy, friendliness, but seemed more in control this time. Before, she had rushed through some of her lines and had mumbled others. Now, she kept to a steady pace and always spoke clearly.

When her back was to me while she was changing from wearing the T-shirt braless to wearing the plaid shirt, I said, "You goofed a line in the last bit."

"I did?"

"Yes, you left out a 'Not'. You said 'I can feel the girls moving as I move, and it's a comfortable feeling.'"

Susanna laughed. "That's why I am going to do three tapings. I'm sure I'll make other mistakes. When I'm making the final edit, I'll review each of the three versions of each segment and use the one I think is best. The bad news for you is you have to watch me do this three times this morning. I don't want there to be any changes for each taping."

I inwardly sighed. "That's fine."

Susanna turned to me as she was tying up the bottom of her plaid shirt. "I'll warn you now that I'm going to kiss you when this taping is done. I've got so much happy energy, and I need to release it by kissing you all over your face."

I laughed. She hadn't kissed me since I told her no more kissing right after she made the fruit tart. I didn't like the idea of her kissing me regularly, but she was in a great mood, we were having a good time together, and I could see letting her express her happiness with more than just words.

Once Susanna said her closing spiel, she bounced happily over to my laptop, stopped the recording, and then went straight to me and alternated kissing my cheeks for at least eight kisses. She then said, "Sit down on the bed, and we'll talk a bit before I do another taping."

"Okay."

Susanna moved her clothes and sat down on her desk chair while I sat down on the bed. "Wow!" she said. "That was so much fun. I can't have people see it now, but I'm really looking forward to people seeing it once I get to college. I feel like the video is going to be something that people are really going to enjoy."

"I'd enjoy it. Even though you're my sister, I'd enjoy watching it just because you're enjoyable to listen to."

"Thanks," said Susanna as she lowered her eyes in mild embarrassment. "I want to ask you something. Do you think it's okay doing it with the bed in the background? Or should I make the video against a white wall?"

"What do you think? What are the pros and cons of each?"

"Having the bed makes me look amateurish, that I'm some girl doing it in her bedroom. If I did it against a white wall, it'd look more professional, like I was recording in something like a studio. That being said, I think it looking amateurish is a good thing. I want to come across as this sweet, innocent girl who's sharing what she's learned about clothes, and looking amateurish adds to that."

I nodded my head. "I agree." I leaned forward. "You are surprisingly good at this. You know what you want to say and do, and you deliver it. What you said in this run was very close to what you said in the dry run, but you made it feel like you were saying whatever popped into your head."

"Thanks. That's what I'm trying for." Susanna let out a big sigh. "I want people to know that I'm this nice girl who wants to be friends with them. I feel so isolated. I want people to know that I exist. Mom has kept me locked up here for fear that guys will lose their minds if I talk to them."

I stood up, reached over, and patted Susanna on her thigh. "Someday soon, you'll be able to talk to whoever you want whenever you want. This is good practice for that day. Let's do the second taping."

* * * *

After each of the next two tapings, Susanna covered my face with kisses. When she gave me the last kiss, she said, "Next time, I'd like to do a post-wrap party with you."

"A party? For just the two of us?"

"Yeah. I know, sounds kind of dumb. But it's not like I can invite anyone else. I'd just like to do something to celebrate finishing the taping."

I shrugged. Nothing came to mind about what we could do for a post-wrap party.

"Would you mind storing these two outfits in your car?" She pointed to the sleeveless crop top and the German biergarten blouse. "They'd be hard to explain to Mom as to why I had them in my closet, particularly as I'll be making some more blouses."

I saw the wisdom in that. "Bag them up tightly, and I'll put them in my trunk."

"While you're storing these, would you please bring in my bikini? I feel like wearing it. And the tiara."

I gave my sister a side-eyed look. "Why would you want those?"

"Because I want to wear them. Winning that contest is the biggest achievement of my life. I think about that night all the time."

I rolled my eyes. "If you want 'em, I'll get 'em for you."

"Go downstairs. I'll come down once I've got everything put away here. After I change into my bikini, I'll make you lunch."

* * * *

When I got downstairs, I instantly thought about jerking off. I didn't know how long it'd take for Susanna to clean up. I suspected it wouldn't take me long to come after an hour and a half of watching her showing herself off in her different outfits, but I decided to not take the risk. Also, if I jerked off now, I'd probably want to do it again after watching Susanna make me lunch in her bikini, and I couldn't morally absolve myself of jerking off twice in one day because I found my sister so damn sexy.

Fifteen minutes later, Susanna came downstairs wearing her usual baggy sweatshirt and jeans. She still had her makeup on. She handed me a bag with what I assumed were the two blouses. I tossed them into my day pack.

"I'll be right back."

I went to my car, got out the bikini and the tiara, and put in the blouses. I'd have to get a box for Susanna's clothes; I didn't want to open the trunk one day when Mom or Dad was with me and have to explain what I was doing with a bikini and a tiara.

Once I was back inside, I got the bikini and the tiara out of my day pack. Susanna went into the downstairs bathroom and changed into her bikini. She had gotten the red high heels out of Mom's closet and was wearing them. Back in the kitchen, she pulled out a big pot and started filling it with water. "I'm going to make pasta and chicken in a pesto sauce if that's okay with you."

"Sounds great to me."

I stood on the other side of the island and talked with Susanna as she made lunch. I kept feeling like laughing; her making lunch in her skimpy bikini and the cheap tiara was so over-the-top. My sister was so freaking sexy and yet so unaware of how sexy she was, which made her even sexier.
"I'm not going to work on the next video for two weeks," said Susanna. "Tomorrow, the VBS volunteers will start meeting every day through Saturday. And then next week will be VBS. Mom will drop me off at church on her way to work, and Mom or Dad will pick me up on their way home. So no alone time at home to work on outfits. I had been planning on doing a video every Friday, but I think I'll do them on Mondays now so you can be there when I make them. The videos go so much better when I have someone there to talk to."

I thought about saying something about her volunteering me to be there when she made her videos. I wasn't comfortable with watching her make her videos, particularly the parts when she changed outfits. But I knew if I didn't watch her make the video, it'd probably go poorly. I couldn't bring myself to not go along. And besides, I got out of it a wonderful lunch cooked by a sexy-as-hell girl in a bikini, a tiara, and heels.

Susanna asked, "When do you think I should order the birth control patch?"

I looked up at the ceiling and pulled together what little I knew about the birth control patch. "I'd say you should contact the company for an appointment in early or mid-July, depending on your cycle. You probably want to go through a cycle with the patch on before you start college. School starts after Labor Day. So I'd say two weeks before your cycle that will end before Labor Day. We want to have the patch the minimum amount of time in the house as possible."

* * * *

This story was written by 8letters and published on Literotica

Tuesday, June 7th
The next day when I showed up at work, one of my workers named Rick told me, "I've given my notice. Two more weeks, and I'm out of here."

"Really? Do you have another job lined up?"

"Yeah, at a company called BJ Services."

"What are you going to be doing for them? Giving BJ's?"

Rick gave me a look of disgust. "No, man. BJ Services provides pressure pumping for oil and natural gas wells. I'll be driving a truck. I'll drive out to oil wells—"

"And then the back drops down and the girls get out to give BJ's to all the guys at the oil well?"

"Dude! I thought you were better than that."

I laughed. "I'm sorry. But that has to be the worst name ever for a company."

"I agree it's a stupid name. They were originally the Byron Jackson Company, but they got bought and then spun off, and some genius came up with BJ Services as the name for the new company." Rick waved his hand like he was flicking away that topic. "Anyways, I'm letting you know that I won't be around for much longer, and they're going to start interviewing replacements."

* * * *

Monday, June 20th
When I came into the kitchen for breakfast, Susanna had her head down over her breakfast. I said, "Hey, what's going on? Over the weekend, you seemed sad. And this morning, you're looking really sad. Did something bad happen to you at VBS?"

"I probably don't have anything to be sad about."

I popped my bagel into the toaster. "But you are. So tell me what's going on."

"Caroline has a boyfriend. He's the older brother of one of her best friends. She's been going over to the friend's house and then going into the brother's bedroom and making out with him."

I couldn't see how that could make Susanna sad. "Well, good for her, I guess."

Susanna sighed. "I should be happy for her. Mrs. Parker is very strict on dating, so this is the first boyfriend that Caroline has ever made out with. She's super happy about it. And I feel like I should be happy for her too. During the prep week and VBS, Caroline kept telling me about what a great time she was having with her boyfriend. But I felt like she was mean in the way she told me about it. I don't think she was intentionally mean; she was just wanting to share about her boyfriend so much that she wasn't thinking too much about what she was saying."

I was curious now. "How so?"

"She knows that I haven't had a boyfriend, so she kept saying things like 'You wouldn't know how it feels when a boy does this to you'".

"You felt like she was rubbing your nose in that you've never had a boyfriend?"

"Yeah. She's always been a little bitter about how guys are always checking me out. When we're together, guys totally ignore her."

"When would this happen?"

"Sunday School. Church retreats. Particularly at church retreats. I got a ton of attention from guys, and she got mostly ignored. So now she's gotten a boyfriend before I have, and I feel like she's rubbing it in. Probably mostly unintentionally, but some intentionally."

"What does Mrs. Parker think of Caroline having a boyfriend?"

"She doesn't know. She'd definitely not approve. Or more specifically, she'd not approve of Caroline being with her boyfriend with no supervision."

I nodded my head. I decided to try to get Susanna out of the dumps. "Well, you have a knight in shining armor. And your knight wants to watch The Movie with you after breakfast."

Susanna opened her mouth in an excited 'O'. "You do? You want to watch The Movie with me?"

"Sure. I like spending time with you."

Once breakfast was over and we brushed our teeth, we watched Xanadu together. I put my arm across Susanna's shoulder as we watched it. I had a good time watching the movie as it was fun being with Susanna as she enjoyed watching the movie so much.

When the movie was over, we went to Goodwill. Ostensibly to shop for things for our apartment, but mainly so Susanna could buy clothes for next Monday's video.

* * * *

While we were having dinner, Mom suddenly asked, "Susanna, where's your purity ring?"

Susanna looked down at her hands. I didn't see any rings on her fingers. "I lost it during VBS week. Whenever we did crafts, I'd take it off. I think someone accidentally threw it away during clean up one day."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal. I've always felt that ring looked cheap, so I didn't mind not having it to wear anymore."

Mom looked like she was ready to explode. Dad was intently looking at his plate. Mom slammed the table with her fist. "You should always wear a purity ring! It's a sign of your promise to God, your future husband, and yourself, to keep your mind and body morally clean and pure so that when you enter the marriage covenant, you will be able to give yourself to your husband with a completely clean conscience!"

I could feel the waves of anger coming from Mom. Susanna had her head partially down, using her forehead to cut through those waves like the prow of a ship.

"It tells guys that you've made such a promise," continued Mom hotly. "Your body is the fantasy of many, many guys. When they get a look at you, all they think about is fulfilling those fantasies. They don't care about you as a person; you're just a body to them. Wearing a purity ring tells them to go find someone else to fulfill those fantasies. DO...YOU...UNDERSTAND...THAT?"

The room was dead quiet. Dad looked like he was trying to shrivel up and slide under the table. Susanna looked battered by Mom's anger.

After a few seconds, Susanna said, "I understand. But if I'm going to wear jewelry, I want to wear something nice. The purity rings that our church gives out are cheap plastic that I'm embarrassed to wear."

"FINE!" yelled Mom. "I'LL FIND YOU A NICE PURITY RING!" She then got up and stormed out of the dining room.

I turned to Dad and said, "We aren't doing any projects this weekend, right?"

"What?" Dad was still mentally wherever he went during Mom's outbursts.

"I said, we aren't doing any projects this weekend, right?" I had the sneaky feeling that Mom was going to take out her anger by assigning me some massive hard-labor project for this weekend.

"No. Nothing planned."

"Good."

We all ate quietly after that. We were all waiting for Hurricane Mom to return.

Mom came stomping into the dining room holding her phone. She thrust it at Susanna. "There! Zales has a very nice purity ring. Sterling silver with a small diamond. It looks a lot like an engagement ring. Is that good enough for you?"

The way Mom said the last part, any answer other than "Yes" could result in possible strangulation.

"That looks fine," said Susanna in a resigned tone.

"The Zales at the mall has them in stock. After dinner, Luke will take you there and buy one for you."

"What?" I asked in surprise. "Why do I have to take her?"

"Because you're spending your time this summer lazing around the house. You've been too lazy to get up to join your father and me for breakfast. Also, you have a credit card, and Susanna doesn't. So you take her, and you pay for the ring."

I thought about pushing back but decided that taking Susanna to the mall was getting off light. If I pushed back, Mom might volunteer me to move the city's collection of cannonballs to a better location. "Okay."

* * * *

On the drive to the mall, Susanna said, "I hate this. I really hate this."

"What's the big deal? You had a purity ring before, and you'll have a purity ring again. A nicer one this time."

Susanna sighed. "I like the idea of going on birth control. Once I'm on birth control, if I fall in love with a guy and I think he's in love with me, then we can decide if we want to wait until we are married to have sex or not. Maybe we'll wait until we're engaged. Whatever. It's our choice. Mom can advise me; she can try to convince me to wait until marriage, but she can't take away that choice. I feel that a purity ring is the opposite of that; Mom wants me to wear the purity ring as a way of driving off 99% of the guys I'll meet in college; that the only guys who are going to show interest in me are those few who are willing to wait until after we're married to have sex. I don't want to be restricted to only those guys. You're not restricted to only girls who want to wait until marriage to have sex."

"Well, I hate to agree with Mom on anything, but she does have the point that you do have a body that is most guys' fantasy."

"So?" said Susanna with some heat. "If a guy is interested in me only for my body, is a purity ring going to slow him down? Would it have slowed Travis down?"

I considered that. "No."

"Exactly. Who it would slow down are the guys who see me as something more than a body, the guys who are looking for sex but also a relationship. Mom wants to use the purity ring to drive away those kinds of guys. But that's not a choice Mom should get to make. I am the one who gets to decide who I want to date. And I'm not wanting to restrict myself to the tiny number of guys who are willing to wait until marriage to have sex."

I could see Susanna's point. "The average age of first marriage for guys keeps going up and is getting close to thirty. That's a long time for a guy to wait."

"Very long. But back to guys who are interested in me only for my body, what I think will help with them is experience with guys; learning how to tell when guys are interested only in my body and when they are interested in me as a person. I learned a LOT from Travis. I need to learn how to discourage the first type of guy and encourage the second type. And it drives me nuts that Mom's keeping me from having that kind of experience."

"I feel for you. Mom is being totally unreasonable."

"Mom has already picked out the purity ring I'm going to buy. Would you mind if I looked at other jewelry instead? I've seen jewelry stores many times before, but I've never actually shopped at one, and I'm curious what the experience would be like."

I thought that over. "Fifteen minutes. You can shop for fifteen minutes at Zales for whatever you want, and then we'll buy the purity ring and leave."

* * * *

At Zales, an attractive woman in her thirties greeted us. "How can I help you two?"

Before I could say anything, Susanna said, "We're here to look at engagement rings."

I almost shot Susanna an are-you-crazy look. And then I remembered that I had promised her that she could shop for whatever she wanted for fifteen minutes. I should have said then that that didn't include wedding and engagement rings.

The saleswoman stuck out her hand. "I'm Kylie. I'll be happy to show you engagement rings." Susanna enthusiastically shook her hand. Kylie then offered her hand to me, and I gave her a simple handshake. Man, I had a bad feeling about this. "What we recommend is the groom spend at least two months of his salary on the engagement ring." Kylie looked at me. "How much do you make?" Before I could give her an answer based on how much I was making at the lube place, she asked, "Or will make when you graduate from college?"

As I was planning on getting my PhD right after I got my bachelor's, was there an amount I could say that I'd be making when I graduated?

Susanna asked, "Once you get your PhD, you'll be making at least ninety thousand a year, right?"

"Well, um, that's in the ballpark."

Kylie said smoothly, "Then we'd recommend Luke spend at least fifteen thousand on an engagement ring." I fought to not snort at that amount. "Let's move over here to see that kind of engagement ring."

Kylie steadily fed Susanna expensive engagement rings. Each ring, Susanna would ooh and aah over it, examine it closely, slip it on her finger to see how it looked on her, and then ask my opinion of it. I always said something along the lines of "That's nice". What I really wanted to say was that it was an overpriced piece of conspicuous consumption. The things I put up with for my sister.

Susanna blew past the fifteen minutes I had given her and kept on looking at rings. I started getting antsy and a little angry. Finally, Susanna took the hint and said to me, "Don't you have to pick up a purity ring for your little sister?" She turned to Kylie. "I feel so sorry for her. I hated it when my mom made me wear one of those things."

Kylie laughed. "Yes. Purity rings are much more popular with the moms than with the children."

I made the purchase, and we were on our way. Susanna started giggling uncontrollably. "That was so much fun."

"Fun for you."

"Come on. Didn't you like getting a female opinion on engagement rings? That way, you'll know better what to look for when you go get your engagement ring?"

"Let's not discuss this in the mall. If someone we knew had seen us at Zales, that would have been very, very bad."

"But nobody did, so it was very, very good. Or at least, I had a very, very good time."

As we walked to the car, I thought about Susanna wanting to look at very expensive engagement rings. Wasn't that what Mom had raised her for - wait for the right guy to come along, and he'll buy you an expensive engagement ring to celebrate your having waited for him? If you're willing to wait until marriage, don't you deserve a big engagement ring and a big wedding to compensate for all the sex you've forgone?

When we got in the car, I said, "When I get engaged, I'm going to spend as little as possible on an engagement ring. Engagement rings are relics of the past whose time has come and gone. Do you know the story behind engagement rings?"

"No," said Susanna curiously.

"I did a project on them. They are a fascinating example of new technology creating a new, unrelated market."

"Okay."

"Let me set the stage for you. In the 1920s, Syphilis was a massive epidemic. Before the advent of penicillin, syphilis was treated with arsenic in combination with bismuth or mercury. Compounds you didn't want injected into your body. Third-stage syphilis hits people as soon as three years after infection and could be devastating. Some of the symptoms were dementia, delusions, and seizures. There were many hospitals full of syphilis patients. Babies were born with syphilis. A huge massive tragedy."

"I hadn't heard about any of this."

"People always talk about the Roaring Twenties, the Flappers, and the Speakeasies. No one talks about the syphilis epidemic. Back to my story - the only way to not get syphilis was to abstain from sex or to use a condom, but the condoms in the twenties were made from raw rubber. The process of making them involved gasoline and benzene, and fires were common in condom factories. The condoms themselves were uncomfortable and only had a shelf life of three months. Their legality was dubious. It was illegal to mail condoms or transport them across state lines. And lastly, they weren't sold in many stores because it was assumed anyone buying a condom was going to use it for sex outside of marriage, most likely with a prostitute."

"So not many people then used condoms."

"Yes. But in 1920, latex rubber was invented, and latex condoms quickly started being made. Latex condoms cost much less and were more comfortable than rubber condoms. And then in 1930, a federal Court of Appeals ruled that condoms had a legitimate use if they were prescribed by a doctor for the prevention of disease, essentially ending the federal laws against their mailing and transportation across state lines. The federal government really got behind condoms as a way of fighting the syphilis epidemic, and the FDA began regulating the quality of condoms. As this was during The Depression, married couples turned to condoms as they couldn't afford children during this time. Condoms became widely available. By the mid-1930s, one and a half million condoms were being produced a day."

"This is all interesting," said Susanna, "but what does it have to do with engagement rings?"

"Ah! The age of first marriage in the thirties was around twenty-four for men and around twenty-two for women. Now that condoms were widely available, there was the temptation for an engaged couple to start their sex life when they got engaged and not wait for marriage. But there was a huge problem - men preferred virgins to date, and a woman who gave her virginity to her fiancée and was then jilted by him would be at a significant disadvantage in trying to find a husband."

"How would a man know if a woman was a virgin before he started dating her?"

"Got me. But, apparently, they knew. Young couples wanted to have sex, and they figured out a way to solve the problem of scoundrels who proposed without any intention of marrying in order to have sex - the engagement ring."

"The engagement ring?"

"Yes. The engagement ring served three purposes. One was to increase the commitment of the man. After he spent all that money on an engagement ring, it'd be a waste to back out of the marriage. Second, it communicated that the man had indeed proposed. A man couldn't say after he had taken a woman's virginity that he hadn't proposed and that she had misunderstood his compliments. And lastly, if the man did back out on the woman, it gave her a financial asset in return for the loss of her virginity. The sales of expensive engagement rings soared. And how much the man should spend on an engagement ring was a tricky question as it was a reflection of the value he placed on the virginity of his future bride."

"Wow! That's crazy."

"It's economics. I find these kinds of stories fascinating. But as I said before, the need for engagement rings has come and gone. No guy today will pass on dating a woman because she's not a virgin. Spending a huge amount on engagement rings actually increases your likelihood of getting divorced, because you're starting your marriage in excess debt. Ditto for big marriages. So, I'm going to buy a simple engagement ring when I'm going to propose, that way we'll have the money to have a happy life together once we get married."

"Okay. I understand now why you don't want to buy a ring like we were looking at." We drove quietly for a while until Susanna asked, "So young people had pre-marital sex in the thirties but not in the twenties?"

"From what I read, yes. But the young people in the twenties still got wild and crazy."
"How so?"

"They had petting parties."

"Petting parties?"

"Yes. They were parties where the clothes stayed on, and every person could feel as much as they wanted of the members of the opposite sex."

"What? Really? They had parties like that?"

"Yes."

Susanna seemed outraged. "A guy would feel a girl all over and then go feel another girl and so on around the room?"

"I didn't read too much about petting parties, but that's my impression. I don't know how common they were. I think the newspapers loved reporting on them because they were so sensational, but they did appear to have happened quite a bit."

"Why would they do that at a party? In front of a bunch of other people?"

"I think because they didn't want sex to happen. If there were other people there, they'd enforce that everyone remained clothed the whole time and no babies would be made."

"That's crazy. I'll have to Google that later. It's hard for me to believe it's true."

* * * *

Tuesday, June 21st
When I got to work the next day, my manager said, "We've got a new guy starting today. His name is Keshawn. He's worked a lot with cars. I'm going to have him work with you today, mostly downstairs. Show him what to do."

"Okay."

Shortly thereafter, Keshawn came out of the bathroom in the work uniform. He was a big guy, probably 6'2" or 6'3" and over 300 pounds. And he was very black, by which I mean his skin was very dark. He looked young, and I'd find out later that he was nineteen. My manager introduced us and we shook hands. My manager said, "Take him downstairs and tell him what you're doing as you do it."

"Downstairs" was where the workers drained the oil from the cars and then disposed of it. As it was lunchtime, we had several customers, and I began draining their oil and disposing of it. I explained to Keshawn what I was doing the first time, and then he took over unscrewing the drain plugs and draining the oil while I took care of disposing of the oil properly.

At one point, I complained, "Man, it's hot down here."

Keshawn laughed and said, "This would be a nice day in Mississippi."

"Is that where you're from?"

"Yes. Lived there all my life. Arrived here on a bus two days ago. I interviewed yesterday, and I'm working today." He laughed good-naturedly.

"Where are you from in Mississippi?"

Keshawn gave me a look that I couldn't read and then went back to draining the oil out of the car. "Can you name a city in Mississippi?"

"What?"

Keshawn looked down at me. "Can you name a single city in Mississippi? You asked me where I'm from in Mississippi, but what does it matter if you don't know any cities in Mississippi?"

I thought for a moment. I should know a city in Mississippi. At least the capital. But I drew a complete blank. "Mississippi City?"

Keshawn let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "I don't think there's a Mississippi City in Mississippi. A good guess. Completely wrong, but a good guess. Greenville is the closest big city to where I live. Ever heard of it?"

"No."

"No reason to. Not much there."

Keshawn and I worked together the rest of the day. He was enjoyable to work with. He knew a lot more about cars than I did. "My uncle buys cars that aren't running well and gets them in top shape. I help him out. It was the closest thing I've had to a job. But he didn't buy cars all that often."

"Why didn't you get a job like this one?"

"Because there weren't any jobs like this in my town for me to work at. For a young black man in rural Mississippi to have a decent-paying full-time job, he needs a reliable car to get him there. I didn't have one, and the only way I could get one was to have a decent-paying full-time job."

I thought that over. "So you were trapped into not having a job or a car."

"Bingo! But I've got a job now, and I hope to get a car after I've worked a while." He gave me a big grin.

* * * *

After work that day, I drove Keshawn home. The next day, I brought one of my notebooks to work, bought Keshawn dinner, and spent our dinner break writing down notes on the stories Keshawn told me of his life in rural Mississippi.

At one point, I asked him, "Why didn't you leave?"

"I didn't have the money to leave. I had to borrow the money for the bus ride here. And I certainly didn't have the two-months rent necessary to rent an apartment anyplace."

"So where are you staying now?"

"It's a funny story." Keshawn chuckled. "I play a game on my phone that has guilds. I joined a guild and then started participating in the discord for my guild. That was my involvement in the world outside of my small town. One day, I was complaining about life in rural Mississippi, and one of my guildmates said, 'Come live with me'. We talked about it. He's a guy in his late twenties who has a one-bedroom apartment. He told me I could sleep on his couch until I got situated here. So I borrowed some money and took the bus here. He picked me up at the bus station, and that was the first time we met. I had no idea if this was on the up-and-up or not. Fortunately, it was."

* * * *

Monday, June 27th
Today was the day Susanna would record her second try-on video. She had done the trial run Friday on her own but wanted me there for the real things. I felt excited about watching her, and then I felt guilty about feeling excited about watching her. I took a big breath and said to myself, It's okay for me to get sexually excited as I watch Susanna. She's not trying to get me excited; she's trying to get her future viewers excited. It's just natural for me to get sexually excited after watching Susanna put on such a show. I had bookmarked a video of a big-titted MILF with long blond hair getting fucked to watch when Susanna's recording session was over.

Susanna had looked a little glum this weekend. I didn't have a chance to ask her privately what was going on. When I sat down next to her with my bagel, she still had a glum look. "How ya doing this morning?" I asked.

"Okay."

"Something bothering you?"

"Yeah." Susanna waited for a moment like she was gathering her thoughts. "Friday, I worked with Caroline all day at the church. We're going to be working Fridays at the church for the rest of the summer."

"Volunteering, not working," I corrected Susanna lightly.

"Yeah, volunteering. Or more correctly, were volunteered. Anyway, whenever Caroline and I were alone, she told me about her and her secret boyfriend. The last time they were together, he convinced her to take off her bra and then let him roam his hands over her body as they kissed. She loved it. She went into a lot of detail about how good it felt."

"Let me guess. While she was doing that, she made snide remarks about how you've never experienced anything like that?"

"Correct. I'm happy that she's having a good time with her secret boyfriend, but I wish she'd leave out any reference to me."

"Understandable. Have you considered letting Mrs. Parker know about these developments?"

"No." Susanna looked shocked. "I'd never do such a thing."

"Do you think Caroline telling you about her secret boyfriend means that you can trust her to keep your secrets?"

"No. I wouldn't be surprised if she mentioned to her mom that I lost my purity ring at VBS, and Mrs. Parker then told Mom. Caroline is a magpie who doesn't really think about what she's saying." Before I could say anything, she added, "That's not quite true. She's guarded about things about herself. I think I'm the only one she's told about her secret boyfriend, and that's because I'm going to be her roommate. But when she's talking about other people, she'll say whatever comes into her head, be it inane or inappropriate."

"Which is dangerous for you."

"Only if I tell her something I don't want blabbed to the world. And I'm not going to do that."

"Okay. Do you want to watch The Movie this morning?"

"No. I just wanted to get that off my chest." I couldn't help thinking my sister had a lot of chest to get things off of. "What I'd like to do to cheer me up is to have a wrap party when I'm done recording."

"Just you and me?"

"Just you and me."

Susanna had talked about having a party when we finished the last recordings. I couldn't imagine what we could do that would qualify as a party. "Do you want me to run out and buy some beer or wine coolers for the party?"

"No." Susanna stood up. "I'll start getting ready. I'll call down when I'm ready for you to come up."

* * * *

I assumed my position next to the laptop. As last time, Susanna was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans. Her makeup looked the same. Susanna started the recording, walked out of her bedroom, closed the door, and then walked back in with a bounce to her step. She went through the same opening spiel as last time except for ending her spiel with "All of today's tops feature zippers. So let's see how they look, shall we?"

Susanna started unbuttoning her pants. I was ready for it this time. As she pulled her jeans down, I could see that she was wearing peach panties this time. It didn't affect me as strongly this time as I knew it was coming, and I had seen her a lot already in her panties and her bikini bottoms. When she had shucked off her jeans, she stood and while facing me, grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. That still hit me like a ton of lead. Man, I found the reveal of her taking her shirt off to be so hot. She was wearing the same white bra as last time. She then went over to her desk chair and grabbed a large item of clothing. "Jumpsuit," Susanna announced. The jumpsuit was black with a large gold zipper in the front that had a big brass pull ring. Once Susanna had it on and started pulling up the zipper, she said, "Help me with how far to pull it. I want to be as low as possible without showing my bra."

"Okay."

Susanna pulled it up to her bra level. I could still see her bra. "A little higher." She pulled it up a little more. "That's perfect."

"Great!" Susanna gave me a thankful smile. "I'm so glad you're here."

"I see you're wearing your purity ring."

"Yes. It goes well with my cross. I'm an innocent Christian young girl, so of course I'm wearing a purity ring." Susanna held out her hand and looked at the ring. "I don't look at it as a purity ring. I look at it as the ring you bought me."

I chuckled at that. "I bought it with Mom's credit card."

"So? We went to Zales together, we looked at rings together, and you bought this ring and gave it to me. That's my story, and I'm going to stick with it." Susanna said that both lightly and firmly. I couldn't tell how serious she was.

Susanna moved into position. "Hey, everyone! This is a jumpsuit I made." Susanna began modeling it. "I like the look of it and how the material feels, but I can't help feeling that it'd look better on me if I were taller. I'm average height, and I guess I associate jumpsuits with tall, thin women." Susanna continued modeling it as she described how she made it. To me, it looked awesome on her. I liked how it hugged the curves of her ass. It had a belt that pulled in the middle enough which I thought showed off well my sister's relatively small waist.

Susanna returned to her starting spot. "Time for outfit number two!" Susanna unzipped the jumpsuit and started taking it off. "What do you think of the jumpsuit?"

"I like it a lot. I think it looked great on you."

"I can see myself wearing that out in public. I'm considering asking Mom if I could wear it sometime this summer."

"It looks awfully warm for the summer."

"True."

"But I could see you wearing it when you come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas."

Susanna was down to her panties and her bra. She grabbed a pair of jean shorts off her chair. As she pulled them on, I asked, "Are they the same as last time?"

"Yes. I plan to always wear the same shorts. I want viewers to focus on the tops, so I'm going to keep everything else the same."

I nodded my head. She had thought every detail through.

Susanna grabbed a peach blouse off the chair, put it on, and moved to her starting spot. "This is outfit number two. The blouse is a ribbed racerback tank top from Nordstrom that I found." She started modeling it. "It shows off a lot of my upper body. I like that it exposes my shoulders." The fabric of the blouse at the top was only a little wider than Susanna's bra straps. "It also has a scooped neckline that shows off a lot of my skin above my bust. I feel that it frames my cross very well. I liked it, but it was nothing fancy. So I put a zipper in." The zipper ran from the bottom of the middle of the scooped neckline downward about six inches. "Now, I can unzip it a little bit to show off even more skin." She pulled the zipper down an inch, and it did greatly increase the hotness of the blouse.

Susanna modeled the blouse a bit more with the zipper pulled down, and then she moved back to her starting position. "Time for outfit number three." Susanna pulled off the peach blouse. "What did you think of that blouse?"

"Nice, but nothing special. I do think adding the zipper jazzed it up a little."

Susanna grabbed a red blouse off the chair and put it on. It had a zipper on the front. She brought the ends of the zipper together and then pulled the zipper up to around her bra. She then stood up straight. "Can you see my bra?"

"Some." She pulled the zipper a tad bit higher. "Good."

Susanna smiled at me and then stepped into her position and started. "Outfit number three is a blouse I made out of a hoodie I bought at Goodwill." As she modeled it, she explained the steps she did to convert the hoodie. She looked good in red, better than in black or peach. The blouse seemed small for her, so it really hugged her body tightly.

"This is a little small for me," said Susanna, confirming my observation. "To address that, I put in a two-way zipper." Susanna grabbed a zipper that was on the bottom and began pulling it up. She pulled it up until it was right at the bottom of her tits. As she pulled the zipper up, the bottom of the blouse spread apart, revealing her midriff and belly button. I was reminded that Susanna said she worked out for an hour every day. She had a very sexy midriff. Given that the blouse was too small for her, the two zippers now looked like they were struggling to contain her massive tits. It was an incredibly sexy look.

Susanna resumed modeling the blouse. She was talking about how the inside of the blouse was fleece and was very comfortable. I didn't pay any attention. My eyes were on her every move as she modeled the blouse. My sister had a fantastic body, and I was beginning to suspect she really knew how to show it off.

"Time for outfit number four!" said Susanna. She then pulled both zippers down to the bottom and removed the blouse. "What did you think of that blouse?"

"I like red on you. It looked a little small on you. I liked your solution for that."

Susanna flashed me a knowing smile and then picked up a dark blue blouse off her chair. It was a long-sleeved one, so she had to struggle more to get it on. Once she did, she stepped into her starting position. "In the prior outfits, I used zippers to make the outfit sexier by using them to show off a bit more skin, with the tantalizing possibility of showing off even more. With outfit number four, I'm using the zippers in a subtle way to really emphasize my bust. Right now, the zippers are unzipped. They have to be for me to get the blouse on. Now, I'm going to zip them up." There was a zipper that ran from Susanna's right shoulder down to just below her left armpit. As she pulled the zipper up, the upper part of her blouse tightened, really showing off how much her tits pushed out from her upper chest. There was a second zipper that ran from the right side of the blouse from just below the bottom of Susanna's tits down to the bottom left. As she zipped that, the bottom of the blouse tightened, again showing off how much Susanna's tits pushed out from her chest. Susanna began modeling the blouse. The side angles were a sight to behold as this blouse really emphasized just how much her tits stuck out.

Susanna finished modeling the blouse and then told the story of at the last VBS, the male director of the VBS spent the whole time he talked to her looking at far corners of the room. He never made eye contact with her during the week of preparation or the week of the VBS. And then she said, "Now to see how the outfits feel with no bra."

As Susanna unzipped her blouse, she asked me, "What do you think of this blouse?"

"I like it. I thought it looked great on you; very sexy and yet very conservative. The two slanted zippers gave the blouse a unique look."

"That's what I was hoping for."

Susanna stripped down to her bra and panties, got the jumpsuit, and tossed it on the bed. She stepped into the jumpsuit, pulled it halfway up, then turned away from me and removed her bra. Again, there was something so tantalizing about her naked boobs being just out of my sight. She then finished putting on the jumpsuit and turned to face me. "I'm going to practice pulling down the zipper. Let me know if I reveal anything I shouldn't." Susanna slowly pulled down her zipper. As she did, the material parted, revealing the skin between her tits. As she continued to pull it down, the sides of her tits became exposed. "Is that okay?"

"That's fine." Hot as hell, but nothing that shouldn't be seen was visible.

Susanna pulled the zipper back up. "That was about where I had it the first time I wore this, right?"

I thought back to where the zipper had been relative to the rest of her body. "A tad bit lower."

Susanna pulled the zipper a tad bit lower. "I'm so grateful you're here with me."

Susanna modeled the four outfits without her bra. The jumpsuit looked hotter in this round. The peach blouse looked much, much hotter. The former hoodie and the blouse with two zippers looked much the same. When Susanna was done, she covered my face with kisses. "That was so much fun! And you were a ton of help."

Susanna did two more recordings. Again, there was very little difference between each recording even though Susanna sounded like she was improvising the whole thing. At the end of the third recording during the no-bra portion, Susanna put on the converted hoodie right after the jumpsuit. I said, "You should be wearing the peach blouse."

"I feel like wearing this one now. I'll put that back in the right order during the editing process."

"Okay." It seemed kind of stupid to do them out of order, but, as Susanna said, it didn't really matter as she'd be slicing and dicing the three recordings.

Susanna did the blouse with two zippers and the peach blouse with the scoop neck and then stopped the recording. She came over to me and covered my face with kisses, going longer than the first two times. "Are you ready to start the party?" she asked.

"Sure."

Susanna grabbed my wrists and lifted my hands until they were on her tits. "We're going to have a petting party, just like they did in the twenties." I started to pull my hands away, but Susanna squeezed my wrists tightly and didn't let me pull away. "You promised, Luke. You said I could have a party with you to lift my spirits. If Caroline can let her boyfriend touch her all over, I can let my knight in shiny armor pet me."

That froze me. I realized that this wasn't just Susanna getting carried away after the taping; that it was important to Susanna to have some kind of experience comparable to what Caroline was having. She had planned this, from bringing up the idea of a party after breakfast to changing the order of the outfits in the final round so she'd end up in the blouse with the thinnest material.

Before I could say anything, Susanna said, "I checked the order for the microphone to see if it had shipped, and I saw that you had bought a $230 microphone and then told me you had only spent $50. I think my knight in shining armor deserves a reward for doing that."
Susanna clearly wanted this and felt it was appropriate. If I rejected her, I'd really hurt her feelings. I placed my hands back on her tits. "This is a one-time thing," I said as I gave them a gentle squeeze.

Susanna smiled. She knew she had won. "That feels nice, My Knight."

"It feels amazing to me." I had never felt tits anywhere close to this big. They were soft and yet firm like all the other tits I had ever felt, but there was so much more to them.

"'My Princess'," said Susanna. "When I call you, 'My Knight', please call me 'My Princess' in return."

I smiled. It was a cornball thing, but I was happy to go along with it. "Yes, My Princess."

Susanna tilted her head to the side. "Now kiss your princess on the neck."

I decided to go along. I bent down and kissed Susanna gently on the neck. Her skin felt so soft.

"That feels so good," Susanna moaned.

I continued giving Susanna kisses on her neck as I explored her tits. There was so much to explore. I moved my hands around in different positions. I could feel her hard nipples under the fabric, and I gave them a gentle squeeze between my fingers. Susanna ran her fingers gently up and down my arms as we made out. I was rock-hard the whole time. How much had I wanted to feel Susanna's tits? Every time I had seen her topless from the back, I had wanted to reach around and squeeze her tits. And yet at the same time, this was pretty chaste, indeed like something out of a tame twenties petting party. We were both fully dressed, I was touching only one part of her body through clothing, and she was hardly touching me.

We alternated kissing, either on the neck or the side of the face. Again, very chaste stuff. After probably five minutes, Susanna grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands down as she stepped back. "I think that's enough partying for today. I really enjoyed this, My Knight." Susanna gave me a quick kiss on my lips. "I'm going to want to do this again after the next recording session. Now go downstairs. I'll clean up here and then make us lunch in my bikini."

"Yes, My Princess."

I raced down the stairs and into the room, locking the door behind me. I got the baby lotion out, put some on my hard cock, pulled out my phone, and went to the bookmarked video of the big-titted MILF with long blond hair getting fucked in several positions. I skipped over the beginning of the video and went straight to her getting fucked. I watched for a little bit and closed my eyes. I thought back to how Susanna's tits felt in my hands. I said to myself, "Yeah, Susanna, take this. Take this hard dick." I pictured that it was me fucking Susanna in the same way the MILF was getting fucked. It didn't take me long to come.

* * * *

Friday, July 8th
The woman who supervises Susanna and Caroline on Fridays had a morning appointment, so Mom asked me to take Susanna to church on the way to my work. I agreed. We left early so I could buy Susanna lunch as a thank-you for all the lunches she had made for me. She wanted to eat outside as it was a nice day, so we took our food to the bench facing the playground at church. There was an awning over the bench, so it was a nice place to relax and talk.

"I want to run something by you," said Susanna as she ate her salad.

"Go ahead."

"I'll record the fourth video Monday, and it'll be just like the first three. I'm thinking of rerecording at least the first one to see if I can do it better."

"How would you do it better?"

"Change my makeup."

"I think your makeup is fine."

I loved watching Susanna record her try-on videos. The petting wrap party was the hottest damn thing I've ever experienced. But I always felt guilty as hell afterward. I felt like I was taking advantage of my innocent sister. The one thing that soothed my conscience was the idea that the videos were all one-time things. I didn't like the idea of re-recording the videos. It defeated my "one-time thing" defense.

"I've done more research on makeup," said Susanna. "And I'm pretty sure what I've been doing for makeup isn't the best for the low light in my recording. Also, I've got a lot better makeup now than when I started."

"How did you get better makeup?" I hadn't bought her any makeup, and I didn't think she had the money to spend on makeup.

Susanna shook her head. "It's the stupidest thing. Girls my age can be so stupid. We're talking about capital S-T-U-P-I-D kind of stupid. I'm embarrassed to tell you about it."

I chuckled. "With that kind of intro, I really hope you'll tell me about it."

"Do you know who Julia Fox is?"

"Someone you went to school with?"

"She's a celebrity that a lot of the girls in my high school follow on Instagram. In March, she cut the top off some jeans and made it into something that looked something like a low-cut bra and then posted a picture of her in the top and the cut-down jeans to Instagram. Did you hear about this?"

"No." I didn't feel like I had missed anything.

"So, Taylor asked me if I could make her an outfit like Julia Fox's." I remembered that Taylor was the friend who took Susanna to Big Walters. "I said I would if she'd buy me the bikini and take me to Big Walters. So, I made her the outfit, and I thought it looked stupid and ugly. She can't walk anywhere in the outfit as there's almost nothing keeping the pants up. She posted a selfie of her wearing the outfit on Instagram, and since I've been deluged with requests from girls to make the same outfit for them. I've said that I need something in return for the time, and a couple of the girls have paid me in high-end makeup that they aren't using anymore."

"I think your makeup was fine in those videos. Again, I think the amateur look is actually helpful. You're this normal, innocent eighteen-year-old creating a video for young women like you. I'd say you'd need a better reason than that to rerecord the videos. Besides, I've got what I think is a great idea for my senior thesis, and I want to spend my free time working on it."

"What's your idea?"

"I'll present it to you on Tuesday. There's a lot of background you need to know for the idea to make sense."

"Okay." We were quiet for a bit after that. Susanna then asked, "When you get to college, are you going to date someone your age or someone younger?"

"I don't know. Depends on who I hit it off with."

"I think I want to date a guy older than me. I feel like I'm socially mature for my age, and girls are generally more socially mature than guys of their age, so that means if I want to date a guy who's as socially mature as me, I'll be dating someone who's two or three years older than me."

"Okay."

"Which has its own problems. He's going to be a lot more sexually experienced than me. It's the problem I see Caroline having." Last Friday, Caroline had told Susanna that her boyfriend had convinced her to strip down to just her panties. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think the wrap petting parties are really good for me. I decide beforehand what I'm willing to do, and I've found it easy to stay within that. I don't have any regrets afterward. I think Caroline is having regrets. She'll tell me it was all great, but I can tell she thinks she let things go too far. When we talk today, I'm going to tell her to decide before she visits her boyfriend what she will and will not do, and then stick to that." Susanna sighed. "Not that she's going to pay any attention to me."

"Why wouldn't she pay any attention to you?"

"Because I don't have any experience." Susanna frowned. "It's always been that way. The girls at my high school who had gone all the way mocked the girls who were still virgins. Almost all the girls mocked girls like me who hadn't had a boyfriend. Which is why I didn't have many friends my last year in high school. I was the girl everyone made jokes about."

I felt horrible for Susanna. She was such a great person that I had assumed she had had lots of friends in high school. To hear that her schoolmates bullied her made me sad and angry.

"That's all lead up to asking you what's going to sound like a crazy favor," said Susanna. "During Monday's wrap party, I'd like for you to initiate things. Give me a chance to practice telling a guy no while we're making out. I'll decide beforehand what I'm willing to do and what I'm not, and I want to practice sticking to that. Would you do that for me?"

I felt like a huge hole had opened up in front of me. Part of what made the wrap parties okay for me was that Susanna had initiated everything, so I knew I was only doing what she wanted. It wasn't me wanting to squeeze her tits; I was just going along with what Susanna wanted. Susanna was asking me to shed the protection my passiveness had given me. What did I want to do with Susanna? It wasn't something I wanted to think about. If I started initiating things, could I stop myself? I had already imagined myself fucking Susanna. I didn't want to take advantage of my innocent sister.

"I don't know, Susanna. I'll think about it." I checked the time on my phone. "About time for me to go. I'll go in with you, get a drink, and then head out." That was a good way of ending an uncomfortable conversation.

I stood up. We gathered all our trash and walked into the church building. The church was almost cold after being out in the sun. They really had the AC cranked up.

I got a drink of water at the fountain outside the bathrooms. When I stood up and looked at Susanna, I couldn't help saying with a smirk, "Your headlights are on."

"What?"

I pointed at Susanna's nipples, which were poking way out. "Gumdrops."

Susanna looked down. "Oh my gosh!"

"It happens," I said soothingly. "Going warm to cold does that for a lot of women. Don't blame yourself. But you may want to wait a few minutes before talking to any guy."

* * * *

Tuesday, July 12th
I woke up feeling guilty about yesterday. During the wrap party, I had let myself go somewhat. When I had tried to slip my hands under Susanna's blouse, she had blocked my hands while continuing to kiss my neck. Later, I grabbed her ass, and she hadn't stopped that. I had loved the feeling of her firm, well-rounded ass in my hands. I then had alternated tits and ass for the rest of the party, which Susanna let go longer than any before. Susanna had run her hands up and down my arms during the party. It was like she was gradually getting used to touching a guy in a sexy way. When the party was done, I had gone downstairs and masturbated to the video of the MILF with long blond hair getting fucked, picturing it was me fucking Susanna instead. And then last night, I had spent way too much time checking out the images that a "sexy rapunzel" search brought up. My favorites were Rapunzel naked with her long hair covering all her naughty bits. I wondered if Susanna could do that.

I didn't know. I just didn't know. I could see Susanna's argument that it was important to learn the skills she was learning in our wrap parties. And it made it easier for Susanna to handle Caroline's breathless reports on how great things were making out with her boyfriend. And we weren't doing that much, no more than what they did at petting parties a hundred years ago. Still, it felt so dangerous. And I didn't think Susanna appreciated how dangerous it was. She trusted me to not take advantage of her, and it was getting harder and harder to not do so. I enjoyed making out with my sister way too much. What would happen when we went to college?

I shook my head. Time to pull my head out of my ass and focus on my senior thesis. I had gotten quite a bit done on it, and this morning I was going to share what I had with Susanna.

After breakfast, Susanna and I trooped to my room. I started a PowerPoint presentation that was a summary of my thesis. The opening slide said The Mississippi Intervention. "I've been doing a lot of research on Mississippi, and it's a failed state." I moved to the next slide, which had Mississippi's economic numbers on it. "It has the lowest per capita GDP of any state, and its per capita GDP is twelve percent lower than number forty-nine Arkansas. Puerto Rico will probably pass it in three to five years. Federal funding provides twenty-seven percent of the state's revenue, the third highest in the country. It's a big money pit that the other states in the union keep pouring tens of billions of dollars into every year with very little to show for it." I advanced to the next slide. "Mississippi has the highest infant mortality rate and the highest percentage of families in poverty. US News ranks it worst for healthcare. Despite low land costs and low tax rates, it was one of three states to lose population since 2010. Young people like my friend Keshawn are leaving it in droves. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes."

"Good." Next slide. "So what if the big, prosperous states like New York, New Jersey, California, and Pennsylvania that provide so much of the federal funding declared that they had had enough and decided to do an intervention on Mississippi? What would that look like?" Next slide. "Mississippi faces two major problems. The first is that it's a rural state, the fourth most rural state in the country. The second is that it's surrounded by poor states. Two of its neighbors Arkansas and Alabama rank forty-ninth and forty-seventh in state per capita GDP. Its other two neighbors Louisiana and Tennessee rank thirty-ninth and thirty-third. Northwest Mississippi gets some growth as a bedroom community to Memphis, but that's about all the help Mississippi gets from its neighbors." Next slide. "Taking a look at the details of Mississippi's economy, the biggest sector is Manufacturing. I'd say that sector is doomed. Low-wage manufacturing is going to continue to lose jobs to countries like Mexico and China. Mississippi doesn't have the education infrastructure to produce the highly educated tech people that high-tech manufacturing needs. Toyota is one of the biggest employers in the state, but they moved there because the state gave them a huge incentive package. After manufacturing, the next biggest sector is the government. Not something that is going to grow the economy. But what will get the economy growing? Any questions so far?"

"Why is being a rural state bad?"

"I'll get into that next." Next slide. "Economic growth is driven now by well-educated people working over the internet. Mississippi ranked forty-ninth in 2019 for internet usage. It's very hard to provide internet access to largely rural areas." Susanna nodded. Next slide. "Its two major universities, the University of Mississippi and Mississippi State, are located away from its biggest cities. People graduating from there have to move quite a distance, so why not move to a big city in another state with lots of amenities for young people? What Mississippi needs to lead its growth is a big city that appeals to young, well-educated professionals. The city best situated for growth is Jackson, the capital. It's at the intersection of Interstate 20, which connects Dallas to Atlanta, and Interstate 55, which connects Memphis to New Orleans. Jackson is the biggest city for two hundred miles." I smiled at Susanna. "Now for the Big Idea."

"Okay," said Susanna as she smiled back at me.

"So my proposal for the intervention is that the states funding Mississippi should demand it build a large, urban center in Jackson and then relocate the people from the rural parts of the state to it." The next slide showed six buildings. "What I envision is to build six rows of buildings to the east of the capital. The two outer rows would be ten-story buildings, the two inner rows would be thirty-story buildings, and the two rows between would be twenty-story buildings. Jackson already has a 318-foot building, so it can support buildings of that size. There'd be a subway running under the buildings to provide most of the transportation needs of the residents. Outside of the six rows would be parking structures and parks. The University of Mississippi and Mississippi State would be relocated to close to Jackson, with a light rail running from the new urban center to each of the universities. Because of the high population density, you'd have lots of entertainment venues and interesting restaurants. Young, well-educated professionals would want to live there. And corporations would want to locate work there to take advantage of the low office space cost and the low labor costs. It would be a low greenhouse-emitting center because so many people would walk or take the subway." I closed the presentation. I was very proud of what I had developed so far. "What do you think?"

"Wouldn't that cost a huge amount of money?" Susanna didn't sound impressed.

"Yeah, but Mississippi gets a huge amount of money every year that it basically squanders. This would be getting Mississippi's economy thriving, so it would stop being dependent on the other states."

"But this sounds like it would cost much, much more than what the states are giving Mississippi now."

"Well...I'm still running the numbers on the cost," I said awkwardly.

"Has there ever been a project like this?"

"China has built a lot of green cities." This wasn't going nearly as well as I had thought it would. "Other countries have built big cities from scratch."

"How are you going to convince companies to move there?"

"Basically, people draw companies. When people from all over Mississippi move into the new buildings, they'll provide a new market that didn't exist before. Two-thirds of the economy is services and selling goods. The closer people are together, the bigger the market for your goods or services." I felt good about that answer.

"How are you going to get people to move there?"

"A version of eminent domain. The state of Mississippi is going to seize their land and give them free rent in the urban center in return. The value of the rent will be based on the value of the land seized."

Susanna shook her head and looked down. "I don't see this happening. I think it's a stupid idea."

"I think it's an important discussion to have," I said, feeling slightly angry. "This isn't a problem facing just Mississippi. Almost every rural state is facing this problem. It's time to start putting some solutions on the table."

"This isn't a solution. This is a pipe dream." Susanna looked away for a moment. "Look. You said at the beginning of the summer that you wanted to come up with a government program that would benefit the poor without making them feel like they are getting handouts from the government. This isn't that. Giving people free rent is a big government handout."

"Well, Jill likes my idea," I said angrily. "She's a fellow economics senior. She knows a hell of a lot more about these things than you do." I shut my laptop. "Telling you my idea was apparently a big waste of both of our time."

* * * *

I was in a bad mood for the rest of the week. I continued working on my idea for a large, urban center in Jackson. I still thought it was the best idea for pulling Mississippi's economy out of the ditch. If the people of Mississippi and their elected leaders decided they wanted to do something radically new, it was a good idea to be able to pull off the shelf. But as I did more research, it became more and more obvious to me that the leaders of Mississippi weren't interested in doing anything significantly different, and that there was no way of forcing them to do so. Mississippi hadn't expanded Medicaid, despite the huge need for it and the large amount of money it'd bring into the state. An initiative to expand Medicaid got enough signatures to make it onto the 2022 ballot, but then the Mississippi Supreme Court invalidated the state's ballot initiative process and the legislature hasn't passed a fix.
Friday morning, I told Susanna, "I'm sorry about my attitude when you asked reasonable questions about my senior thesis. It was my baby, and I didn't want to hear any criticisms of it. But the points you raised were valid, and I'm now looking for another idea for my senior thesis."

Susanna patted my shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you listened to me even when I said something you didn't want to hear." She smiled at me. I had the feeling she was letting me know that she felt that our relationship had progressed past an important step. "I love that you are aspiring to come up with a great idea this summer to help people like your friend Keshawn. Don't give up on that."

I hugged Susanna. "I won't. If it were easy, then lots of other people would have done it by now." I ended the hug and stepped back.

"Speaking of ideas, I want to run one by you. Remember about how I said I was thinking of re-recording the videos I've done? And you said it wasn't worth rerecording it just for a change in makeup?"

"Yes."

"Well, I've been thinking about something you said the other day." Susanna started pacing. "I feel like the main appeal of my videos is that guys get to watch this sweet, innocent, Christian girl model sexy outfits; kind of the girl-next-door that their mom would be thrilled if they brought home, but still fulfills their sexual fantasies. Are we on the same page with that?"

"Yes."

"So, I want to get your opinion on something." Susanna stopped pacing and turned to face me. "Do you think that if my headlights were on during the braless portion of the video, guys would find that hotter than what I've got recorded now?"

"Your headlights were on?"

"If I had gumdrops."

Was Susanna really proposing what I think she was proposing? "Are you asking me if I think that guys would find it hotter if your nipples were hard during the braless potion of your videos?"

"Yes. Let's go to your room, and I'll show you some videos."

We trooped off to my room, and Susanna fired up my laptop. She searched for "jennifer aniston nipples" on YouTube, found a video, and started it. The video was still frames of Jennifer Aniston having hard nipples in "Friends" episodes. Sometimes, it was like I could see her whole areola.

When that video was done, Susanna started the Spice Girls video for the song, "Wannabe". She said, "Two of the Spice Girls are braless, and you can see their hard nipples throughout the video." We watched the video, and what Susanna said was true - two of the Spice Girls were braless and wearing thin tops, and their hard nipples were constantly featured. Susanna stopped the video. "Do you think it's a sexier look for a woman to have hard nipples?"

"I'll be honest - once I saw the hard nipples in that video, they were what I kept looking for." I moved my head back and forth. "I don't know if it's that sexier, but it's definitely more eye-catching. If your nipples were to be hard in the braless portion, then that's what guys are going to look at."

Susanna nodded. "So I'd like to do a rerecording on Monday. It'd be two takes of each of the first two videos. I'll have different, hopefully better, makeup, and I'd make my nipples hard for the braless portions."

"How are you going to make your nipples hard?" I had no idea how she could do that.

"I'm going to rub ice around them when I'm changing blouses."

"Okay. It sounds worth giving a try."

* * * *

Monday, July 18th
I woke up with a struggle about the upcoming video recording. At the end of it, we'd have another wrap party. Susanna would expect me to do something new. I was very happy with what we had done at the last wrap party. The only new thing I could see doing was for me to take off Susanna's shorts. I was very uncomfortable with the idea of taking clothes off my sister. It felt very wrong to me. I was okay with us having our private petting party. If we moved past that line, I wasn't sure where the next line would be.

What if Susanna wanted to do more than petting? I struggled with that for a few moments. I had the feeling I'd go along with whatever she wanted to do. She was so damn sexy when she made the videos, it'd be tough to resist doing more if she wanted to do more at the wrap party. Thankfully, if she wanted to move the line, I didn't think she'd want to move it very much. Again, I had the feeling that this was dangerous, and Susanna didn't appreciate how dangerous it was.

At ten, I climbed the stairs to "The Tower". When I entered Susanna's bedroom, she was still in her bathroom. "Just a little bit more. I want to get my makeup just right."

The box I kept in my car with her clothes was on the floor next to Susanna's chair. The clothes from the first video were on her chair. I guessed she'd swap out the clothes when she was finished rerecording the first video. Next to the box was a small bowl of ice cubes. Well, not cubes as our ice maker made "slices" instead. I wandered Susanna's "studio" for a little bit, admiring how it looked so much like the prototypical bedroom of an eighteen-year-old Christian girl. She even had a couple of posters of Christian rock groups up on her wall.

"I'm ready," announced Susanna. She came out of her bathroom in her usual intro clothes. I moved to my position, and Susanna started the recording. She walked out of her room, came back in, and started her spiel. Her makeup did look a little different; more highlight of her cheekbones and less shininess of her forehead. As always, I enjoyed watching Susanna perform. It was her at her peak sunniness.

When her intro was done and she started taking off her jeans, Susanna asked, "Did you bring up the patch?"

"Yes." It was the start of her cycle. We had talked about where to put the patch and decided on putting it on her upper thigh a little below her panties. With her wearing different sexy outfits, the patch might be visible during her recordings if it was on her upper body.

I sat down on the bed next to Susanna. When she had her jeans off, she stood up and moved in front of me. I took off the back of the patch, stuck it on her, and then smoothed it out to make sure it'd stay on her. "There you go."

"The first step towards me being a woman in charge of her sexuality."

Susanna grabbed her jean shorts and started pulling them on. I stood up and moved to my usual spot. Soon, Susanna was modeling the too-small-for-her fitted T-shirt. She worked through trying on her shirts. When she got to the German biergarten shirt, I started feeling my cock hardening. It was a sexy top, but also her wearing it got me thinking about her taking off her bra. Seeing Susanna undo the hooks always got me rock hard. She finished her bit for the German biergarten shirt and took it off. She bent forward a bit as she was facing me and reached behind her. I could hear her undoing the hooks behind her. Susanna continued working on the hooks as I looked down her bra. Dear God, she had such big tits, they were all natural, and she was fit, not fat. And then I was hit with a thought - was she going to take her bra off in front of me? She didn't turn away as she continued working on the hooks. Then, I could tell she had undone all the hooks as the bra straps began moving along her shoulders.

Susanna's bra hung loosely on her for a few moments as she straightened. She then brought her hands in front of her. She grabbed the straps and pulled them forward. My eyes bulged. Then at what seemed the last moment, she caught the bra with her hands and held it against her as she turned towards her chair. She dropped the bra onto the chair, grabbed the black T-shirt she had modified, and pulled it on. She then bent down and grabbed a piece of ice from the bowl. She then stood up as she picked up a washcloth off her chair.

"Here it goes," said Susanna as I could tell she was lifting the front of her T-shirt. I pictured her raising the T-shirt high enough to expose her nipple and then rubbing ice around it.

"Crap!" said Susanna suddenly as she dropped the piece of ice. "That's cold."

I laughed. "What did you expect?"

"It wasn't a big deal holding the ice cube, but it hurt when I pressed it against my boob."

"I guess that part is more sensitive to cold."

Susanna dropped her shirt, bent down to pick up the piece of ice, and tossed it back into the bucket. "Okay. I need to develop a Plan B here. I don't want to give up on the idea of having my nipples hard during this part of the video."

"Okay."

"Are you willing to help me out?"

"Sure."

"I've greatly appreciated how much support you've always given me in making these videos. You know that they are my dream, and you've been great about helping to make my dreams come true."

This made me feel good but I also wondered what she was leading up to.

Susanna turned to face me. As she walked towards me, she said, "We're just doing this so my video will be the best it can be."

Doing what? I wondered.

When Susanna got to me, she pulled up her shirt some. "Suck on my nipple," she said as she pulled her shirt up more with one hand to expose her whole tit while guiding my head down with her other hand. She guided my mouth directly towards her nipple. I opened my mouth and latched on to her tit. This happened so quickly that I didn't really have time to think. I soon found myself sucking on my sister's nipple.

"That's it," purred Susanna. "Get it good and hard. This is working much, much better than the ice cube."

I was, to some extent, in shock. I was sucking on Susanna's tit. Oh, my God! I had never intentionally fantasized about doing this, but the desire to do this had always been there, particularly when she was recording the braless portion of her videos. This was so wrong, but, damn!, did it feel good.

"I think that one's hard," said Susanna huskily. She pulled up the other side of her shirt to expose her other tit. "Now suck on this one." She put her hand behind my head and guided my mouth over to her other nipple. Once I was latched on, she took the washcloth she was somehow holding through all of this and dried her now-hard nipple and the area around it.

"I hope you're enjoying this," said Susanna in a light tone. And then said almost dreamily, "I'm really enjoying this."

I knew we had crossed a line that we shouldn't have crossed, but, at the same time, Susanna had made it clear that she would be very disappointed if I didn't go along. So I went along. If it didn't work out, we'd never do this again. In the meantime, I got to suck on her marvelous tits.

Susanna eventually gently pushed me back. She quickly dried her second hard nipple and the area around it, dropped her shirt, and moved to her start spot. "Can you tell that my nipples are hard?"

"Oh, yes." They were standing out proudly.

"Great." Susanna faced the laptop camera. "Here's shirt number one without a bra." Susanna said her lines as she modeled the T-shirt. I couldn't take my eyes off her hard nipples the whole time. Once she was done with that segment, Susanna grabbed the shirt and pulled it off, leaving herself topless in front of me. "What did you think? Did the hard nipples improve the segment?"

It was hard for me to think as I watched her walk over to her chair. I had never seen her tits before. They were just as wonderful as I thought they'd look. They were so big and stood out so proudly. Jesus, they looked so good. I had felt them and sucked on them, but seeing them made me want to do those things even more. "I think so."

Susanna grabbed her plaid shirt. "Sorry for not turning my back, but I feel like I'm on a timer. I need to get all these segments done while my nipples are hard, and I don't know how long they'll be." She finished tying the shirt, stepped into position, and said her lines. Once she was done with that segment, she asked me, "Are they still hard?" as she unbuttoned the shirt.

"Yes."

"Wonderful."

Susanna did the segments for the last two shirts. When she was done with the segment for the German biergarten shirt, she asked, "Are my nipples still hard?"

"Yes."

"Perfect."

Susanna came over to me and did her typical kissing all over my face. "Thank you so much for that. You are so wonderful. I wouldn't have been able to do the video like I wanted without you." She gave me some more kisses and then said, "Let's sit down for a bit. I want to catch my breath and let my nipples go down."

"Okay."

Once we were seated on Susanna's bed, she said, "I feel like I've gotten so much better at this. I know my lines, I know how to deliver them, I know where to stand and how to model. Doing this makes me feel so...competent."

I chuckled at that. "You are good at it. But it should also make you feel sexy. You are so sexy when you're doing the try-ons."

"It does," said Susanna as she nodded her head. "Oh, it definitely does." She flashed me a smile. "That's why I want to have the wrap party."

I felt we were on dangerous ground with this, so I changed topics. "Any more business cutting off the top of jeans?"

Susanna nodded. "Two more last week. I can't believe so many girls want that done. But part of me is glad they do - I'm getting visits from my former classmates. I didn't get many of those before making the first set for Taylor."

"Why don't you have the girls come over when I'm here?" Most of Susanna's classmates had been good-looking.

"Mom told me not to. I think she doesn't want you to do what Caroline's boyfriend is doing."

"Mom - always the killjoy." I could definitely see her doing that. "What is Caroline's boyfriend's name?"

"David."

"And what has he talked her into doing now?"

Susanna sighed. "Giving him oral sex."

"Wow! Caroline is getting quite experienced. What does she think of giving him head?"

"She's thrilled to make him so happy. He loves it. However, he wants her to swallow, and she's not liking that part. But she's willing to do it because it's what he wants."

"Is she still giving you a hard time about what she's doing?"

"No. She's all over the place now when she talks about her and David. She knows she's having sex and feels guilty about it. I think she'd rather be doing something else besides giving him oral sex, but David is insistent that that is what they do. She's over the moon about David. It sounds like she's thinking this is a long-term relationship instead of just a summer relationship, even though he goes to a different college. She's talked to me about if it'd be okay if he were to spend the weekend in our bedroom at the apartment."

"And what did you say to that?" I wasn't wild about having some guy I didn't know crashing at our apartment on weekends.

"I said 'Let's cross that bridge when we get to it'. I warned Caroline that I think she's taking this relationship far too seriously, and she pooh-poohed my concerns, saying I don't know what it's like to be in love."

"That must be frustrating."

"It is. But she has to live her life, and I have to live mine."

Susanna was so mature, so level-headed. "True."

"Ready for round two?"

I stood up. "I guess so."

* * * *

We did the next three recordings with me getting Susanna's nipples hard before each of the braless segments. She started running her fingers through my hair as I sucked on her tits. I felt guilty about doing that while loving every second of it. And then it was time for the wrap party. As we came up to it, I wondered what we'd do. Would we keep it the same as last time? That'd seem pretty tame after I had sucked on Susanna's nipples and seen her topless a lot. I suspected whatever the line had been for the wrap party had now been completely erased. Again, she changed the final order, so she'd end up wearing the scooped-neck peach blouse. Susanna came over to me and, as usual, covered my face with kisses. "I so appreciate you helping me with the recording." She gave me a few more kisses, and then took my hands and tugged me away from the wall. "Go sit on the bed."

I sat down on the bed. I sheepishly checked to make sure that the laptop wasn't recording this.

Susanna stood in front of me. She moved right up to the bed, forcing me to spread my legs to let her get that close. Her nipples were still hard, clearly visible under the peach blouse. Susanna leaned forward and kissed me on each cheek. "Thanks so much for stepping up and being my Plan B. You are my knight in shining armor for all you do for me. Did you enjoy doing that, My Knight?"

I looked down for a moment. "I felt guilty about doing it, but I did enjoy it, My Princess."

Susanna ran her fingers through my hair. "You shouldn't feel guilty. You were doing what I asked you to do. I enjoyed you doing it, and I think the video will be much better because you did it." Susanna tilted my head up so she could smile down at me. "In fact, I enjoyed it so much, I want to do it some more." Susanna grabbed the bottom of the blouse, pulled it over her head, slid it down her hair, and tossed it onto the chair. Her tits were now right in front of my face. Her dark brown areolas were big for her tits, which meant they were huge compared to other girls I had been with. I felt a twinge of guilt, but then pushed it aside. We weren't doing much more than we had done before. There was no turning back now.

I grabbed Susanna's ass and pulled her towards me. I opened my mouth and popped her tit into my mouth. I started sucking on it. God, it felt so good in my mouth.

"Yes, My Knight," cooed Susanna as she ran her fingers through my hair again. "That feels so nice. Make Your Princess feel wonderful."

I continued sucking on her tit while rubbing and squeezing her ass through her jean shorts. Her hair occasionally rubbed against the back of my hands. I then had an idea. I pushed Susanna back a bit. She looked at me in surprise. I reached forward and unbuttoned her shorts. I was curious if Susanna would stop me, but she let me go. I unzipped her shorts and then pulled them down somewhat, revealing her black panties. I grabbed their bottom and pulled them down some. The patch I had put on Susanna earlier came into view. I couldn't help thinking about Susanna's words, The first step towards me being a woman in charge of her sexuality. Susanna shimmied some, and the shorts slid down to her feet. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I then reached forward and grabbed her ass through her panties. "Much better," I said as I pulled her towards me again. I took her other nipple into my mouth this time.

Susanna ran her fingers through my hair some more. "Every guy who watches that video is going to wish he could see my tits and suck on my nipples. But he'll never do that. The only guy who will see my tits and suck on them will be My Knight." I stopped sucking and made a circle around Susanna's nipple with my tongue. "Oh yes, My Knight. That feels so good."

I let go of Susanna's ass and brought up my hand to her free tit. I palmed it, feeling how it was so much bigger than what my hand could cup. I moved my hand up and played with her nipple. Susanna slid her hands up my arms and then up to the back of my shoulders. As I explored her tit with my hand, I changed what I did with my mouth on the other one to be a series of kisses with an occasional lick thrown in. Susanna moaned as she let me have my way with her body. Mom had said that Susanna's body was the fantasy of many, many guys, and she had been absolutely right. Now was like a fantasy come to life for me.

To add variety, I took my mouth off Susanna's tit and pulled her down, so I could kiss her neck. I then gave her slow, tender kisses on her neck as I squeezed her marvelous firm, round ass. She continued to work her hands up my arms to the back of my shoulders and back down. Now when she had her hands on my arms, she squeezed them occasionally.
"Oh yes, My Knight. Your Princess loves this."

"I want to make My Princess happy," I said between kisses.

"You do. I love being Your Princess."

I thought about kissing Susanna on the lips, possibly Frenching with her. But I decided what we were doing was the new line. Kissing, but not on the lips except for the final kiss; I had free access to her tits; I could feel her ass through her panties; I didn't touch her crotch; and Susanna kept her hands to my head, arms, and upper back.

I ended the wrap party this time. "I'm getting hungry," I said to Susanna lightly. "I've worked up an appetite somehow."

Susanna smiled back at me. "Go then. I'll clean up here and then make us lunch."

I went downstairs into my room, locked the door, pulled out my phone, and started the video of the big-titted MILF with long blond hair getting fucked. I didn't watch much of it. I closed my eyes and imagined fucking Susanna. The video was pretty tame compared to what I had experienced upstairs.

* * * *

Tuesday, July 19th
The next day at breakfast, I told Susanna, "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Oh?"

"I had lots of thoughts running through my head."

"I hope you aren't feeling guilty about yesterday," said Susanna almost dismissively.

"A little. But it's more I know that there's a way I should be looking at it, but I can't figure out what. And I don't have a good idea for a Senior Thesis. And I'm getting sick of Mom springing on me new projects for me to do around the house. I'd prefer to spend the rest of my Saturdays relaxing."

"How about we relax this morning? Do nothing that requires any kind of thought?"

That sounded appealing. "Like what?"

"Watching The Movie?" Susanna said that a little anxiously like she was afraid I'd say that was stupid.

"Why not?"

After breakfast, we went into the living room. Susanna popped the disc into the player and then sat next to me. After she started the movie, I put my arm over her shoulders. She leaned into me, and we watched The Movie like a boyfriend and girlfriend. I forced myself to turn off my analytic thoughts and just enjoy the action as it happened. And I discovered the film was...pleasant. The music was great, and plenty was happening all the time. And of course, there was that marvelous feeling of being with Susanna as she had a good time.

When the credits started rolling over ONJ in her waitress incarnation talking with her love interest, my analytical mind offered up some solutions that it had worked on while I had told it to go away. They were good but needed more refining.

I asked Susanna, "Could we watch some try-on videos? Not discuss them or anything; just relax and enjoy them?"

"Sure." Susanna grabbed the remote and soon we were watching a random try-on video on YouTube. We ended up watching four. I intentionally kept my mind from judging them and coming up with ways to improve them. I was giving the analytical part of my brain a little vacation.

When the fourth video was over, an idea popped into my head. I liked it and decided to share it with Susanna.

"When I was younger, I played this video game where as the hero I went into this special room and used this immense machine to go off to a different world." My arm was still over Susanna's shoulders, and she continued to lean into me. "I had adventures in that world and eventually defeated its boss, after which I went back to a special room. I then used the immense machine to go to another world where I eventually defeated its boss. I kept doing that until I defeated the final boss and saved the universe."

"Okay. Sounds pretty typical for a video game."

"Yeah. I feel like that's how it's become for us. When I go up to your room to watch you record your video, it's like we're off into a different world where we're not siblings, or the rules for what siblings can do together are very relaxed. In that world, I'm Your Knight and you're My Princess, and we have a great time together. And then the wrap party ends, and we return to our world."

"And back in our world, we act like a normal brother and sister."

I said, "Not when we're watching things on the couch together, but otherwise yes. The thing is, you're still My Princess. I still feel that commitment towards you, the feeling that I want to make you happy. It's just that the options I have to do that change."

"I like that. I like that a lot." Susanna lovingly patted my thigh. "You don't know how important it is to me that you are My Knight and that you'll be My Knight at college."

"How so?"

"Mom has always told me about how dangerous and scary it is in the outside world; how it is full of predators ready to take advantage of innocent, Christian girls like me. I think it was part of her strategy to reduce my resistance to being in the tower. But it made me feel very anxious about going to college. Excited, yet anxious. Then when I finally escaped the tower, I ran into Travis, a dangerous and scary predator who was looking to take advantage of an innocent girl. It was like everything Mom had told me came true. But then you rescued me and became My Knight. And I knew you'd be living with Caroline and me. I started getting less anxious about college when I realized that you'd be my protector there. If some guy won't leave me alone, I could see you coming to my class and telling him to stop talking to me. But just as importantly, I see you taking care of my emotional safety, being there when I have a bad day and need someone sympathetic to talk to. I've begun picturing what our life in our apartment is going to be like, and I'm excited about it."

I too was beginning to picture our life together in our apartment and was excited about it. "I'll be happy to do whatever you need."

"And that brings me to something I've been thinking about a lot. What are you going to do when we move into our apartment? Are you going to ignore Caroline and me and spend all your time with your friends? Are you going to start dating Jill and have her sleep over all the time?"

I sighed. This was a tough question; something I'd been wrestling with for a while. "If you weren't my sister, I'd want you to be my girlfriend. You're very smart, very mature. I enjoy hanging out with you. I like you cooking lunch for me. I picture you and me in the evenings at our apartment talking about our day as you cook us dinner. You seem to like hearing my pretentious ideas about world history and how to solve rural poverty."

Susanna laughed. "I do. It makes me feel smart listening to them. I'd like to hear more about your idea for the large urban center in Jackson."

"And you're the sexiest and most gorgeous girl I've ever met." I was filled with a sense of longing for what couldn't be. "But you are my sister. And Caroline is going to be living with us. So, no, I'm not going to ignore you once we move into the apartment. I want to continue being Your Knight, and I hope you continue to be My Princess. I definitely want you to keep making videos, with me being there during the recording and then for the wrap party. I'm not certain how we'll pull it off, but I want to pull it off."

"I have similar feelings. I'd very much like to be your girlfriend. Being Your Princess isn't nearly as good, but I'm content with it."

I stood up. "If you're going to make videos at our apartment, then my bedroom is going to have to be the studio. This means we need to figure out how to make my bedroom look as much as possible like your bedroom here. Let's go upstairs, map out your bedroom, take lots of pictures of it from different angles, and then plan how to arrange my furniture to look like it."

Susanna got up. I got a tape measure out of the junk drawer in the kitchen, and then we went up to her bedroom. Once we got there, I realized there was a problem. "Do we have any graph paper? We need something like that to create the map of your bedroom."

"There may be some in the office. Let's go look."

We went through the bathroom into my parents' office. Dad had a big desk, and Mom had a smaller one. We went over to Dad's desk and started searching through the drawers. No luck.

"Maybe in Dad's briefcase?"

Dad had a briefcase that he only used when he was visiting a company for work. It was in the closet. I went over to it and tried to open it. "Locked."

"I think I saw the combination written down somewhere." Susanna searched through the desk. "Here it is. 2, 1, 3 and 3, 1, 2."

"Okay." I unlocked the briefcase. On top was a manila file folder. I lifted it and saw a pad of graph paper. I set the manila file folder aside, handed Susanna the graph paper, and then started to put the manila file folder back into the briefcase. As I did, a paper slipped out. I picked up the paper and looked at it. It took me a moment to process what was on it. When I did, I collapsed into a sitting position on the floor. My world had been turned upside down.

I looked over the paper again. Was I right? Written on the paper in Dad's print handwriting was a list of projects, many of which we had done this summer. For each project, there was a title, a list of materials with a cost of each to their right, and a total cost. The list of projects covered three columns. In the upper right of the box for some projects, Mom had written in her neat handwriting "No" in red ink. In the same red ink, she had numbered the projects, apparently her order of priority. Dad and I had done the projects we had done roughly in that order.

So Mom hadn't arbitrarily picked projects for me to do on Saturdays as a way of punishing my misbehavior and letting me know I was still her obedient child. Mom and Dad had worked together to decide which projects were to be done this summer. Why didn't Dad show me this list and ask me to help out around the house in what was probably my last summer at home?

The answer struck me like a thunderbolt. Because this is how Mom and Dad did things. Mom was the enforcer; she made things happen. Dad hid behind her. Dad wanted the same things she did, but he didn't want to be the mean parent. He wanted to be the fun, friendly parent. The cool parent. The one I always liked talking with.

I thought back to our first meeting of the summer after Susanna had walked in on me masturbating. He had laid down how I was to behave during the summer. He had done it as the messenger, sharing the bad news that came from Mom. He had implied that he felt some of the rules were over the top, but what could he do? He had been the good cop, and Mom had been the bad cop. Looking at the paper, I realized that they had probably agreed on what the rules for me living in their house should be, and Dad had delivered them in a way that would least likely provoke my resistance.

I thought back to all the times Mom had fought with Susanna and me this summer. Had Dad once ever disagreed? Had Mom ever come back to us and said, "Well, I discussed this with your father, and we've decided I was too harsh?" Never. I tried to think of anything like that happening at any time in my life. Nothing.

Dad had used his work briefcase as his safe, just like I used my lockbox. He had intended that I never see this paper. But he had stupidly kept the combination in his desk, and now, the scales had fallen from my eyes.

"Anything wrong?" asked Susanna concernedly.

"No." I put the paper back in its manila file folder and put both back in the briefcase. "It's not important. What's important is getting the map done before I have to go to work."

* * * *

Monday, August 1st
Susanna was topless, wearing only her jean shorts. She had recorded the first run of the bra-on part of today's video and was transitioning to the bra-off part. Instead of walking over to me to have me suck on her tits to get her nipples hard like she had in the prior weeks, she stood halfway between me and the bed. She said, "I want you to get my nipples hard today without touching them." She gave me a smirk.

I moved away from the wall and started circling her. "That's quite the challenge. How does a guy make a girl's nipples hard without touching them?" I walked a little more. "By not touching them, I presume you mean I can't put my hand or my mouth on them, correct?"

"Correct."

"But I can touch you anywhere else."

"Yes."

I stopped in front of Susanna. "Can I blow on them?" I bent forward and blew gently on one of her nipples. She covered it with her hand.

"Think of something else."

I stood up and started circling her again. "So you want me to come up with something that excites both you and your nipples?"

"You got it."

I thought about how I had gotten girls excited before. I hadn't particularly noticed that something I had done had made the girl's nipples hard, but I guessed that something that got the girl sexually excited in general would result in hard nipples.

"What are you doing?" asked Susanna.

"Taking off my shirt." I tossed it onto the floor close to where I always stood. "I want to be able to press my bare skin against yours." I twirled my finger to indicate to Susanna to turn around. Once her back was towards me, I stepped up to her and pressed my chest against hers. I moved my head to the right of her neck and then nibbled my way slowly from the base. When I got to her neckline, I kissed my way across to her ear. I nibbled on her ear lobe and then blew in her ear. I then stood up on my tiptoes and peered down. "Your nipples are hard."

* * * *

When Susanna finished her last braless segment, we sat on the bed together holding hands. Since I told her that I wished she could be my girlfriend, I felt like we acted more like a couple during my visits for recording.

I asked, "You didn't want to record the segments like last week?" Last week, Susanna had recorded three rounds of bra-on segments and then three rounds of braless segments. It saved her time as it meant she didn't spend time taking her bra on and off, and I spent less time getting her nipples hard.

"No. I like talking with you. Recording the segments gets me into the mood for the wrap party, but talking to you also gets me into the mood for the wrap party but in a different way. How is Keshawn doing?"

"He's doing great. He's bought an electric scooter and is using that to get to and from work. He's quite the sight - this massive guy cruising down the sidewalk on what looks like a kid's scooter - but the increased mobility has significantly improved the quality of his life. He can get to a lot more stores now. He also can get to a basketball court that has pick-up games and has made some friends there. He's saving money to buy a car. Once he does that, he'll start community college to get an associate degree as a car mechanic."

"Wow! That's awesome. Keshawn sounds like such a great guy. I wish I could meet him."

"I wish you could too. I feel like because a random stranger decided to give him a helping hand he's on his way to eventual middle-class life, something far, far better than what he would have had if he had stayed in Mississippi. Talking with him has given me a new idea for my Senior Thesis."

Susanna's eyes light up. "Tell me about it."

"The government has been trying to provide affordable housing for the poor, and it's been a disaster. I think that if they try providing housing for people like Keshawn, it can be successful and solve several problems at once." I made a sweeping motion with my hands. "Instead of coming here to stay with someone he didn't know, let's say Keshawn goes to a job fair in his county where he does a Zoom job interview for a job in Chicago that's close to a light rail station. He gets the job, and the hosts of the job fair then give him a room in essentially a dorm that's unaffiliated with any college. The dorm is located right next to a light rail station and has no resident parking. There's no initial cost, it comes furnished, and Keshawn will own all the furniture after a year. Keshawn travels to Chicago, moves in, starts his job, and is on his way to a middle-class life. What makes this all work is that his room is very small, eight feet by fifteen feet, and he can only stay in it for at most two years."

"Eight by fifteen? How big is that?"

"Not very. Let me give you an idea. You have a full-size bed. Just by itself, it'd take up over half the width and over forty percent of the length of the room. A full-size bed is just too big to have in the room."

Susanna got up and walked to the side of her bed. She looked around, picturing that much space. "That's not very big."

"It's enough if the bed is a twin."

"That's the bed I'll have in our apartment, right?"

"Right. The bed would fit sideways against the window on the far side from the door. In the center of the apartment would be a walkway with furniture on either side."

"What furniture?"

"Moving away from the bed, one side of the apartment would have a three-foot wide chest of drawers, a five-foot desk with shelves above it, and, in the corner, a commode. The other side would have another three-foot wide chest of drawers, a microwave on top of a dorm refrigerator, and a sink."

Susanna stood at the foot of her bedroom and looked around, trying to picture what I was describing.

"Where's a mirror?"

"Above the sink."

Susanna stood there and thought some more. "I'd think girls would want an armoire with drawers below instead of one of the chests of drawers." She thought a bit more. "I'd think you'd have to have a toaster oven too." She turned back to face me. "That'd be very tight."

"Yes. But because the room is so small, the rent would be affordable. The average rent in the US is $1.46 per square foot. That's $175 a month. And the $1.46 per square foot includes the cost of parking, which this apartment wouldn't have. But to offset that, this complex would have to have a lot of common spaces for washers, dryers, and showers that a normal apartment complex wouldn't have. Included in the rent would be a monthly pass for the light rail system. So let's say in the low two-hundreds a month rent. That's two days of work for someone like Keshawn. With no upfront cost, he could definitely afford to move into such an apartment if that means he can take a good-paying full-time job." I stood up. "I'll tell you more in the next break. Let's start the next round." I walked over to where my shirt was and picked it off the floor.

Susanna said, "Don't put it back on." She smiled at me. "I like seeing your bare chest."

* * * *

I wasn't surprised when Susanna said, "Make my nipples hard in a different way this time," after she finished her second round of bra-on segments.

I had already used my one good idea. Nothing else came to mind. I thought about rubbing my hands over her body to try to excite her that way but discarded it. Then I had an inspiration.

I moved in front of Susanna, leaned forward, and said quietly into her ear, "We're in our apartment. Caroline has gone out for the evening. I lure you into my bedroom to show you something, a hook I've installed in my ceiling. You ask me why I did that. I grab your hands." I actually grabbed her hands. "And I bind them with your hair." I rubbed my hands over her wrists like I was tying them up. "I then raise your hands over your head." I lifted Susanna's hands until they were straight up over her head. "I then tie your hair to the hook, so your hair is keeping your hands raised over your head." I released Susanna's hands, and she started to drop them. I said in a normal voice. "Your hair is keeping your hands raised over your head."

"Oh," said Susanna. She raised her hands back up over her head.

I said quietly in her ear. "You struggle, but you can't lower your hands or get away." Susanna stood there. I said in a normal voice. "You struggle."

"Oh." Susanna started to wiggle. "Let me down. What are you doing?" She said the last bit with some emotion. She was starting to get into the role-playing.
I said, "'You are so beautiful, My Princess. I must see more of you, more than you've let me. I'm going to strip you naked.' When I tell you that, you try to resist."

Susanna wiggled while holding her hands in the air. "Stay away from me, you brute."

"I grab your shorts." I touched them with my hands. "I undo them and pull them down." I acted like I did that.

"No. Don't go any further. No man has ever seen me naked."

"I must see you naked. You are too beautiful for me to not see naked. I grab your panties." I put my hands on the side of her shorts. "And I pull them down and off you."

Susanna twisted and rocked for a little bit. "I've never been naked in front of a man before."

"You are now. I see your womanhood, and it's just as beautiful as the rest of you. I then kiss you on the neck." I kissed Susanna on the neck. "I kiss lower." I kissed her on her collarbone. "And lower." I slowly kissed lower and lower, going wide around her tits. I watched Susanna's face as I did so. She had her eyes closed and seemed to pant with every kiss.

When I reached her waist, I stood up. I said in my normal voice, "Your nipples are hard."

Susanna pulled down her hands. "Bastard!"

"What?" I cried lightly. "I did what you wanted."

Susanna gave me a pout and then turned towards the chair to get the first blouse. She grumbled, "Get me all hot and bothered, and then just cut me off."

I smiled. Susanna moved to her starting spot with her nipples standing out proudly on her chest.

* * * *

Susanna asked me, "Have you ever tied up a girl?"

"No. I've never been with a girl that I felt would be interested in being tied up." I shrugged. "Did you like that fantasy?"

"Yes. I'm a good Christian girl. It's been pounded into me that sex is wrong. So the fantasy that someone I want takes me while I resist, but not resist too much was very powerful."

I felt like we were in dangerous territory. I had put giving my sister oral sex onto the table. Now, I couldn't take it back. I changed subjects by asking, "Speaking of good Christian girls, any news on Caroline?"

"No. I've told her that since she's having sex with David, as a good Christian girl, I don't want to hear about it. So we don't discuss her and David anymore. Tell me more about your Senior Thesis. If it's such a great idea, why hasn't anyone done it already?"

"The big key is that it's a way for young rural people to successfully move to big cities. Young rural people aren't an organized group, and the leaders in rural areas are perfectly fine having them trapped there to provide cheap labor. Those leaders aren't going to like this idea, but it'll be hard for them to argue against letting their young adults have brighter futures. Normally, suburban cities don't like the government building affordable housing in them because they don't want poor minorities moving in and they also don't want the additional new housing driving down their price of existing housing. But as rural areas are mainly white, the people moving in will reflect that, and the new housing, because the units are so small, won't be competing with the existing housing in the city but will instead be competing with exurb housing as that is where young people working in the jobs these people will hold have been living. The people moving in won't be clogging up streets with their cars and won't be bringing poorly educated kids to their schools. If anything, it will increase the demand for housing because, after two years, the people living in the dorm housing will be sick of living in such a small place and will now have the money and the job to move into a regular apartment."

"Is there land for building such housing?"

"My understanding is yes. Cities have done a very poor job of building big buildings next to light rail stations. There are a lot of empty lots and small developments next to them instead. The federal government could use eminent domain to take the land and then build the dorm housing. Oh, and I forgot to mention this. The government would then need to sell the building as soon as it can to a non-profit to actually run it. The government has a cap on the amount of public housing it can have, so it needs to sell these buildings so it can build more. The government is already doing this in what are called Faircloth-to-RAD projects. The thing about this kind of housing is that, because the rents are at market value, the government can get full value when they sell the building. Faircloth-to-RADs currently require that the government keep subsidizing the building by way of Section 8 vouchers, the funding of which tends to be uncertain. With this kind of project, the government adds value by building the affordable housing where it's needed. As they are the government, they don't have to follow zoning laws and get the permission of the city, which is what usually kills such building ideas. Any questions?"

"I don't see any glaring problems. I really like the idea. I'd love to read your thesis as you write it."

I smiled. Susanna saying that made me feel very happy. "Let's do round three."

* * * *

Once Susanna took off her blouse, she looked at me, smiled, and asked, "Have you thought of a third way of getting my nipples hard?"

"I think so." I started taking off my shorts. "Take off your shorts. You'll pull them back on once your nipples are hard."

Once we were down to just our underwear, I moved behind Susanna, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her close to me. I started swaying like we were slow dancing. Susanna quickly started swaying with me and leaned her body back against mine. I was still shirtless, and her skin felt so wonderful. I said to her, "I'm so glad you're My Princess and that I'm Your Knight. I enjoy being with you so much. These recording sessions are golden memories for me that I will treasure forever."

We kept swaying together and slowly turned in a circle. After a while, Susanna turned in my arms. "Even though that wasn't successful, it was my favorite of your three methods." She gave me a soft, slow kiss on each cheek. "Now, My Knight, suck on my tits." I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth. "Let's get this over with. I'm really looking forward to the wrap party. I have a treat planned for you. And leave off your shorts"

* * * *

Once Susanna was done with the last segment, she yanked off her top. "Party time!"

I sat down on Susanna's bed and watched her take off her jean shorts. She then climbed onto my lap, folding her legs on each side of mine. Her big tits were in front of me now. I gripped her ass with both hands and then bent forward a little bit and placed my face deep into the valley between her tits. I then shook my head, rubbing my face into her magnificent tits.

Susanna laughed. "Silly man!"

I swatted Susanna's butt. "Don't call Your Knight a silly man," I said in mock anger. I then rubbed her ass where I spanked it while I nibbled on Susanna's neck.

Susanna moaned. "Yes. That feels so good. You get me so excited."

I thought about pulling Susanna forward and grinding her pussy against my hard cock. I decided against it. Her crotch area was still out of bounds. I continued kissing Susanna's neck, down one side and then across to the other. I loved the feeling of her hard nipples as they pressed against the top of my chest.

I spanked Susanna's ass again and immediately followed up by rubbing where I had spanked.

Susanna cooed, "Has Your Princess been naughty?" Susanna pushed the cheek I had spanked firmly against my hand. "Is that why you are spanking her?"

"You made me work so hard to get your nipples hard." I gave her another playful swat.

Susanna laughed. "I loved that. It was fun and different. I loved all three things you did." Susanna plunged her head down and covered my cheeks with kisses. "I love My Knight." She kissed my cheeks some more.

I scooted back on the bed and then used my head to push Susanna back. She arched her back and put her hands on the bed to support her. Her tits were now thrust proudly towards me. I resumed sucking on them like I was a dying man and they were my last meal.

When I had had my fill of sucking, kissing, and licking on Susanna's tits, I leaned back, putting my weight on my hands that were on the bed behind me. Susanna raised up and started rubbing her tits all over my face. God, they felt so wonderful. Her skin was soft.

I was gripping Susanna's ass firmly to help support her. I asked, "What would you think of me buying you some panties to wear on recording day?"

"Oooh. I like that. Something really sexy. While I was appearing as the good Christian girl that I am, I'd know that I was wearing sexy panties that would clash with the good Christian girl image." Susanna suddenly hopped off the bed. "They couldn't be too sexy. I'm still a good Christian girl, you know."

Susanna walked into the bathroom. I sat on the bed confused. Were we done? Was the wrap party over? I didn't think so. She had always been clear in the past when the wrap party was over.

When Susanna came back into the bedroom, she was carrying something. She said, "I was mean to Caroline when I told her I didn't want her to talk to me about David anymore." She grabbed a pillow off the bed and then walked towards the foot of the bed. I was very confused. Susanna dropped the pillow onto the floor. "I told her I was a good Christian girl."

She indicated I was to stand up. When I did, she pulled down my underwear, and my cock popped out right in front of her face. Susanna's eyes went wide.

"Susanna, you shouldn't be doing that."

Susanna moved my cock around as she examined it. "You did some new things today to make me happy. I want to do something new to make you happy."

This was crossing a new line, but we had crossed lines so many times now. Still, this was a very big line to cross, and I felt a little uneasy about crossing it.

Susanna pushed on my thighs to indicate that I should sit down. "Back to me being mean to Caroline. I told Caroline I was going to wait until marriage to have sex."

Susanna lifted up what I saw was a lotion bottle. She leaned her head back and watched herself squirt lotion into the valley between her tits.

"The only guy who is going to stick their penis into me is my husband."

Susanna grabbed my cock, moved forward, and placed my cock against her chest in the valley between her tits, with the crown of my cock just over the top of her tits.

"I told her oral sex like she was doing was a sin."

Susanna cupped her huge tits at their base. She then pressed her tits together lightly, encircling my cock. She raised herself slightly, and her tits slid up my cock. She lowered herself, and her tits slid down my cock. Watching her tits move up and down on my cock was the hottest sight ever.

"I'm a good Christian girl. Remember that when you buy me panties."

Susanna continued raising and lowering herself, and her tits continued sliding up and down my cock. It wasn't like fucking or a blow job; the pressure on my cock was very light and the lotion felt different from wetness. But it still felt awesome.

In no time, I blew my load, a massive one. Susanna kept up the tit-fuck as I spurted, so my cum splattered all over her. She then leaned back, giving me a great view of her cum-coated chest and tits. She brought a finger to one of her tits, gathered a dollop of cum on it, and then brought it to her mouth. She tentatively tasted it, smiled sweetly, and then looked up at me. "Go downstairs. I'll clean up the mess here and then make us lunch."

* * * *

Sunday, August 28th
I was packing in my room. Mom wanted Susanna and me to pack up everything that we'd be taking to college but wasn't going to use this week. I knew from past experience that Mom would show up eventually with a clipboard and check off whether I had packed all the things she expected to me pack. I would have preferred to have done my initial packing later in the week, but, as always, it was best to do what Mom said.

I was feeling down. Tomorrow would be the first Monday in a long time that Susanna wouldn't record a video and we wouldn't have a wrap party. We were going to be going with Caroline and Mrs. Parker to do a final shopping trip for the apartment. Saturday, we'd move into our apartment at college.

I thought back to the last wrap party. It had been hot, but they had all been since Susanna had started giving me titty-fucks. After we had agreed that I would buy Susanna some new panties, she refused to help me pick them out. All she would tell me was her measurements and that they should be appropriate for "a good Christian girl". I struggled with what she meant by that. I eventually settled on buying a six-pack of cotton "High Cut Low Rise Cheeky Hipster" panties and a single mesh-lace thong that in front was a triangle that covered her crotch and in the back was lace at the top of her butt crack with straps connecting the pieces. I felt like the "Cheeky Hipster" panties were what best fit the "appropriate for a good Christian girl" description. And of course, Susanna wore the mesh-lace thong for all her recording sessions.

A standard feature of the recording sessions now was my trying to get Susanna's nipples hard without touching them. For the first time, I always kissed and stroked other parts of her body to excite her. For the second time, I'd tell her a fantasy where I tied her up, she struggled and I stripped her naked against her will, ending the fantasy just before I forcefully took advantage of her. For the third time, we'd slow-dance in a circle while I told her that I loved and adored My Princess and how wonderful she was. I'd then actually get her nipples hard with my fingers while I kissed the back of her neck.

I realized my cock was hard. I ruefully straightened it in my shorts. With Caroline around, the future of the video recordings and wrap parties was very much in doubt.

I heard the doorbell, which surprised me. I checked the time, and it was almost nine. It was rare for someone to visit on a Sunday night, particularly this late, and Mom hadn't mentioned anyone coming over when I got home from work. Solicitors? They usually didn't come around at this time.

I left my room and headed towards the door. Mom beat me to it, letting Mrs. Parker in. Mrs. Parker had a huge frown on her face. She said to Mom, "Let's go talk with your husband in your bedroom." The two of them walked away without saying anything to me and went into the master bedroom, loudly closing the door behind them. Dad eventually came down the stairs from the office and went into the master.

Things that make you go hmmmm...

* * * *

About a half-hour later, I heard a tap on my door. "Come out, Luke," called Dad. "We need to talk to you." I heard Mom call up to Susanna that she should come downstairs.

Once Susanna and I were standing in the living room, Mrs. Parker said, "I have some major news for you. My sister is having some health issues, and Caroline has volunteered to go live with her and her husband. She'll be taking all of her classes remotely this year. Thankfully, that's an option. So she won't be living with you this school year. Hopefully, Susanna, she'll live with you next school year."

Mom jumped in before I could really process that announcement. "You two will have to go shopping by yourselves tomorrow. We are going to stick to the plan that you'll buy computer desks for both of you, a full-size mattress, and box spring for Luke, and for Susanna a twin mattress, box spring, and frame as well as a chest of drawers." Mom checked her phone. "It's late. Off you two go to bed." Mom gave Susanna and me the look that said we had better go to our bedrooms; no more discussion of Caroline with Mrs. Parker.

* * * *

Monday, August 29th
The next morning, I heard Susanna say, "Caroline, you come over here right now," sternly to her phone as I came into the kitchen. "Yes, your mom told us the news. I think you need a friend right now, Caroline, and I can't go over there, and even if I could, I don't think we could have the kind of conversation you need to have there." Susanna listened for a bit. "Don't tell your mom you're coming here. Say you're going to the store. Tell her that you're having a sudden craving for pickles." Susanna listened for a bit more. "See you soon then."

"Caroline is coming over?"

"Yes."

"What did you think about Mrs. Parker's announcement last night?"

"We'll find out more about it shortly."

I had my own theory as to why Caroline had suddenly "volunteered" to go spend time at her aunt's, but Susanna didn't seem to want to talk about Caroline until she got here. She didn't seem to want to talk period, eventually getting up and going to stand by the front door.

Susanna opened the door immediately when the doorbell rang. "Come away from the door," I heard Susanna say. No doubt she wanted Caroline out of range of the cameras that monitored the front door. A few moments later, Susanna had brought Caroline into the kitchen. Caroline looked like hell - her clothes weren't straight, her hair wasn't combed and her eyes were swollen and red.

"I'm pregnant!" Caroline wailed. Tears started streaming down her face. "I was kind of happy at first. I thought David and I would get married and raise our child together. But when I told him, he said that when he had said that he loved me, he meant as a girlfriend, not as someone he wants to marry." Caroline clutched a hand in front of her. "He wants me to have an abortion." She started crying hard. Susanna took her into her arms. Caroline cried on her for a long while.

Susanna didn't say anything, but what do you say? It's going to be okay? No, it's not. Caroline's life is now shattered. All of her options now were terrible.

Caroline's sobs slowed enough that she could talk some more. "It took me a week to build up the courage to tell Mom. The only reason I told her last night was that I didn't want her to buy a bunch of furniture for me to go to college if I wasn't going to go. She was so angry. She had no idea I was seeing David. She's sending me to live with my aunt and uncle to have the baby there. I'm to give it up for adoption."

Susanna grabbed Caroline by the shoulders and held her at arm's length. "Look at me, Caroline. I'm going to tell you something important." Caroline stopped crying for a moment and looked tentatively at Susanna. "This is not your fault. Or at least, you are not the person most responsible for this. You made a mistake, but it was a natural mistake. Don't beat yourself up for making it."

"It is my fault. It's all my fault," Caroline wailed. "I've disappointed my parents. I've disappointed them and God so much. I'm a horrible person."

Susanna shook Caroline. "Stop that," she said sternly. "That's not true. The person most at fault here is David. He was far more sexually experienced than you, and he took advantage of your inexperience. He had sex with you when he knew that you weren't on birth control and he knew that he didn't want to marry you or for you to even have the baby."

Caroline seemed to come out of the emotional fetal ball she'd been in since she came into the kitchen. "But David..."

"David told you that he loved you, knowing that you'd take that in a way that he didn't mean. And then when you tried to hold him to his word, he took no responsibility for his actions. He's the one that's disappointed God." Susanna let that sink in for a moment and then added. "The second person most responsible for this is your mom. She totally didn't prepare you for someone like David. And now that the worst possible consequence has happened from her lack of preparing you, she too is trying to avoid all responsibility."

Caroline had straightened a bit. What Susanna had told her had lifted some of the burden from her. "Mom prepared me by telling me to stay away from people like David."
"But there was always a chance you'd meet someone like David. Let me tell you something. This is strictly between you and me. You are never, ever to mention this to your mom or anyone else."

Curiosity flickered in Caroline's face. She seemed to be returning a little closer to normal. "Okay."

"What are you promising me?"

"That I'll never ever tell what you are about to tell me to my mom or anyone else."

"Good. A little before we graduated, I managed to sneak out to a party. There was alcohol there, and I drank too much. I had been talking to this guy, and he suddenly grabbed me and said, 'Let's go somewhere more private.' From the way he said it, I could tell he meant to have sex with me."

"Oh no!"

"And then this older brother of someone at our school stepped in. I'm going to call him Michael. Michael told the guy to let me go. The two had words, it looked like there'd be a fight between them, and then the guy backed down. After that, Michael took care of me. He was so sweet. He was like an answer to all my prayers. He didn't look at me like I was just a body. He talked to me like I was a person he was interested in. After a while, he offered to take me home. I went with him."

"How come you never told me about this?" asked Caroline with a hint of anger. The color was returning to her face.

"Because you'd blab it to your mom, and I'd get into deep trouble. At that point, I was totally infatuated with him. I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted him to take me. But he didn't. He took me home and made sure I got safely inside."

"Did you ever see him again?" asked Caroline avidly.

"I did a video call with him the next day. I wore the sexiest outfit I could. I did my best to signal to him that I was infatuated with him and I was his if he wanted. And...and we had a really pleasant conversation. We talked a lot about college. He suggested that I should be on birth control when I got there."

At first, I thought Susanna's story was some total bullshit she was making up to make Caroline feel better, but this Michael guy was starting to sound a lot like me.

"When he said 'birth control'," said Susanna, "I thought he wanted me to go on birth control right away, so he could safely have sex with me. But then when I asked when I should go on birth control, he told me to not worry about it until July."

"Was he not interested in you?"

"I think he was some. But the thing is, he didn't want to take advantage of me. I keep trying to tell him to take advantage of me. I started making sexy new outfits to wear on the video calls."

"You made some sexy new outfits?" said Caroline loudly. "And you didn't tell me?"

"Would you like to see them?"

"Sure."

"Let's go up to my room, and I'll model them for you."

Because Dad had my car today and we had boxes in our rooms for packing, Susanna had all our outfits in her bedroom. The two girls left the kitchen and went upstairs. I put my dishes into the dishwasher and went into my room, leaving the door open so I could hear them come back downstairs.

* * * *

As soon as I heard voices, I came out of my room. I hardly knew Caroline, but I felt very sorry for her. As Susanna had said, she had been taken advantage of and deserved sympathy from her parents rather than condemnation.

Caroline said, "...I really like the idea of us taking classes remotely together."

"I don't want to attend a core class by myself. I don't feel prepared to deal with that. I think I'll have a hard enough time attending my philosophy class in person. So this is a win-win for both of us. Oh, let me get some pickles for you."

"Don't worry about it. I'll tell Mom that I was here." The girls had reached the bottom of the stairs. "Besides, I'm coming back tomorrow with a pair of jeans, and you're going to make me an outfit like Julia Fox posted to Instagram."

"I'll be glad to."

The girls were now at the door. Caroline hugged Susanna and said, "Thanks so much. I can't tell you how much better I feel."

"You'll still be my roommate, just virtually for this year."

"You're the best, Susanna. You're the best Christian I know. So many others would be judging and condemning."

Susanna hugged Caroline again. "You made a mistake. Everyone does. Now, you have to make the best decision for you. I'll support you whatever you decide." Susanna pulled back.

Caroline waved her fingers at me. "Bye Luke." She waved her fingers at Susanna. "Bye Susanna." And then she was out the door.

Susanna retreated from the door, and I went with her. Once we were safely away, she said, "I'm such a rotten person."

"What?" I was thinking Susanna was pretty damn awesome at that moment.

Susanna sighed. "I've been hoping that would happen. Hoping and hoping." She raised a finger. "I didn't pray for it to happen, but I came close to several times. And I spent the last two hours convincing Caroline to happily live with her aunt and uncle until after the baby is born. I don't know if that's the best thing for her." She reached out and took my hand. "But it is the best thing for us. We're clear to do what we want in our apartment."

I pulled Susanna into a hug and told her, "She needed to hear today, this morning, that she's a good person who unfortunately trusted the wrong person and that there's someone out there who'll support her. It's not a message she's getting at home. If Mrs. Parker had her way, it'd be a message she'd never get. When she left, she was excited about tomorrow. She has a path forward now. What you did was wonderful, even if you had an ulterior motive for doing what you did." I squeezed Susanna. "And who's this Michael guy you were talking about?"

Susanna punched me lightly in the chest. "You! I couldn't tell Caroline that I was wildly infatuated with my brother and wanted him to take me."

I let Susanna go. "Come on. You seriously didn't want me to make love to you. I'm your brother!"

"When you rescued me from Travis, I instantly started thinking of you as my hero. Then you got my money, I felt over the moon about you. And then you got me safely into the house and into my bedroom, and I was totally infatuated with you. I acted extra drunk hoping you'd take advantage of me. I wanted you to touch me and tell me that I was beautiful and wonderful. I had had this great night, and I wanted to celebrate it with you. If you had touched me, I think I would have let you have your way with me."

"But I didn't." I still felt it would have been wrong to have done so.

"From there, my attraction for you grew and grew. The next day, I wore my bikini for you in the kitchen while cooking for you, hoping you'd find me irresistible. And then I made a video where I intentionally goofed up my lines, so I could ask you to watch as I made my video. I loved you watching me as I recorded that first video. At the end of that recording session, I wanted you to throw me down on the bed and make love to me."

Susanna telling me how she felt for me was hitting me hard. "I wouldn't take advantage of you."

"You wouldn't be taking advantage of me. I'm an adult. I've thought this through." Susanna put her hands around my neck and pulled me close to her. "Do you want to make love to me once we're in the apartment?"

Did I want to? Yes. Would I? "You're my sister."

"I'm aware of that. Do you want to make love with me once we're in the apartment? Do you want me to sleep with you every night?"

This was very dangerous. This was going someplace no brother and sister should go. And yet... "I don't want to hurt you."

"It would hurt me far more if you said you didn't want to make love to me once we're in the apartment."

There it was. When Caroline was going to share our apartment, it was an issue I could avoid dealing with. But not anymore. I knew what I wanted. I just couldn't bring myself to say it.

Susanna asked lightly, "Do you love Your Princess?"

I smiled. I pulled Susanna into a hug. "I love My Princess very much."

"And I love My Knight very much." Susanna kissed me on the lips. Not a quick kiss like we normally did, but a long kiss like lovers did. This was our first serious kiss.

When Susanna broke the kiss, she said, "I'm glad we didn't make love the night I won at Big Walters. I'm glad I didn't make love with someone just because I was infatuated with them. Now, I love My Knight." Susanna kissed me on the lips, a gentle, loving kiss. "And I know he loves me. And when we make love, it'll be glorious, because it'll be a celebration of our love for each other. And because I'm on birth control, I'll be able to fully enjoy it. So, My Knight, do you want to make love to Your Princess once we're in the apartment?"

"I do." I kissed Susanna. We kissed for a long time.

* * * *

Saturday, September 3rd
When lunch was done, Dad asked, "You two ready to go?"

"Yes," Susanna and I each answered.

"Well, let's go."

Mom and Dad got into his truck. Dad had borrowed a trailer that was a twenty-foot box on wheels, which was now loaded with my and Susanna's stuff. Susanna and I got into my car. Once we were on the road, Susanna took my hand. Hers felt good in mine.

Susanna said, "I have some things to tell you."

"Okay."

"First, tomorrow I'm cutting my hair. I found a website for selling hair, and someone is going to pay me $1800 for it."

I looked at Susanna in surprise. "You're kidding me."

"No. People regularly pay that much for hair like mine. I'll be cutting it short as I can, and then, when I let it grow out, I plan on keeping it around the middle of my back. What do you think?"

"It's your hair, so do what you want with it. I think $1800 would be a nice little nest egg for starting our life together. And I think you'd look just as beautiful with your hair at shoulder length. But out of curiosity, why the change?"

"I'm not going to have the hours in my room alone I need to maintain hair that long. But mainly because I'm no longer Rapunzel trapped in her tower, so I don't need to have my hair down to almost my ankles as a silent protest."

"Okay. Next thing."

"Second, I'm not going to post any of the videos I've made to YouTube."

I laughed. "Another big surprise. Why not?"

"I told you why I wanted to make the videos before I started making them. But now, I have My Knight." Susanna squeezed my hand. "I don't want a bunch of guys trying to make friends with me. Just the opposite - I'd rather not draw attention to myself and my living situation." Susanna shifted. "I loved making the videos. I loved making sexy outfits for you, I loved modeling them for you, and I super-loved the wrap parties. I want to keep doing all those things. But I want the videos only to be for you and me."

A warm feeling filled me. "I'd like that a lot." And then I had an idea. "You are really good at making those videos. You really come across as a warm, friendly person that's enjoyable to listen to. Maybe make some other videos on a non-sexy topic like sewing or cooking?"

"I don't think so. If I did videos on sewing or cooking, I'd still provide a lot of the visual appeal of the video, and you're the only person I want to be visually appealing to now."

I liked that. I liked that a lot. "Could you make a lingerie video then?"

Susanna smiled coyly at me. "Buy me some lingerie, and I will."

Hot damn! "Third thing."

"Third and last. We haven't talked too much about how we are going to divide the chores in the apartment. As I like to cook and you don't, I'm thinking I should be the primary meal preparer."

"I'll agree with that."

"In that case, I'm going to set up the kitchen how I want it to be."

"Sure."

* * * *

When we got to the apartment, the first thing we did was haul in everything that was in the trailer. I assembled my desk and bed with Mom's help while Dad assembled Susanna's desk and bed with her help. Once all the bedroom furniture was in its proper place, we moved the "S" and "L" boxes into our respective bedrooms.

"How about we go out for dinner?" suggested Susanna.

"Sure," said Dad. "I could do with a break."

While we were at dinner, I realized that if Mom helped Susanna put her clothes away, she'd see all the clothes Susanna had made for videos. I wondered if Susanna had a plan to keep that from happening.

When we got back from dinner, we worked on the living room and the dining room. Once they were squared away, Mom said, "Time for the kitchen."

Susanna said, "You don't need to help with that. I'll do the kitchen by myself."

Mom replied slightly angrily, "I know the pros and cons of the different ways of organizing a kitchen. Let me get your kitchen set up well." Mom moved towards the kitchen.

Susanna stood in the middle of the entrance to the kitchen with her arms crossed, effectively blocking Mom. "I want to set up the kitchen by myself. I don't want your help."

Mom seemed shocked by Susanna's intransigence. She looked at Dad and then turned back towards Susanna. She said casually, "I just want to share my experience. There's no reason you should make the same mistakes I made."

"You've shared how I should do things all my life," said Susanna in a tone that implied that she was talking about far more than the kitchen. "I'm ready to do things on my own now."

Mom crossed her arms and frowned. "Fine. Tell me how you want your kitchen set up, and I'll do that."

Susanna didn't budge. "I'm not sure exactly how I want my kitchen set up. I want to take my time to figure things out as I go. I don't want your help. In fact, you and Dad should go." Mom flinched like she was slapped. "You've got a long drive home, and I'm sure you're both tired already. Luke and I can handle putting everything else away."

Mom opened her mouth and shut it. She eventually said, "Your dad and I came all this way to help you and Luke."

"And you've helped us. I appreciate the help you've given me, and I'm sure Luke feels the same. But we're down to our personal stuff, we should handle those by ourselves, so it's time for you and Dad to go."

Mom glared at me, daring me to agree with Susanna. I looked at Dad, and he had his head down, once again letting Mom do all the fighting. I thought of all the times she had bullied me or Susanna. "I agree with Susanna. You and Dad have been a great help, but we can take it from here."

Mom raised herself to her full height. She walked stiffly over to the dining table where her purse was. "It is getting late. Your father and I probably should be heading home." She got her stuff and turned towards Susanna. "I'll be very interested in seeing the kitchen when I come to visit in a few weeks."

"Don't visit, Mom. I'll bring pictures of the kitchen when we come home for Thanksgiving."

"What do you mean, don't visit?"

"Don't visit. You didn't visit Luke his freshman year. You don't need to visit us this year. We're both going to be studying hard, and you visiting us would be disruptive. You've raised us well. We can take it from here."

Mom swallowed hard. Susanna was shutting her out of her life, and we all knew it. Susanna wasn't going to let her bully her again.

Mom said to Dad, "Let's go. We want to get home before it gets too late." She walked to the door and then turned to Susanna. "We'll discuss the subject of visits later."

Susanna said, "The answer will be the same. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad."

I said my goodbyes. As Mom turned and stepped out the door, I could see a tear running down her cheek.

Susanna said to me, "Go put your stuff away. I'll set up the kitchen."

Not exactly what I was expecting once Susanna and I were alone in our apartment, but I was fine with it. When I made my bed, I put a beach towel on top of the fitted sheet. When I was done putting away my stuff, I looked around to make sure that things were now all set for Susanna and me to make love tonight. I was very nervous about it. I knew that we had agreed to it, but part of me still didn't believe it was going to happen. Yet at the same time, I worried about Susanna not enjoying her first time.

As I put my clothes away, I thought about leaving space for Susanna's clothes. She had talked about sleeping with me. Would she want to keep her clothes in my bedroom? Eventually, I decided her having clothes in my bedroom would be a bad idea. What if someone unexpectedly visited and noticed her clothes in my room? Far better for her to keep her clothes in her room.

When I emptied the last "L" box, I went into the kitchen. Susanna had most of the "K" boxes emptied. I asked, "Do you want my help, My Princess?"

Susanna stood up and handed me a piece of paper. "Yes, My Knight. Here is the royal shopping list. Please sally forth to the closest grocery store and acquire our provisions for the week."

I chuckled to myself as I looked over the list. I had thought that once Susanna and I were alone in our apartment, we'd make out madly and tell each other how much we loved each other. It hadn't gone that way at all so far. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

* * * *

"I'm back," I called as I came through the door. I carried the groceries into the kitchen. Susanna wasn't there. She had apparently finished putting things away in the kitchen and was now in her bedroom putting her stuff there away. I set the bags down on the counter and started taking the items out of them. I'd let Susanna decide where all the groceries would go.

The door to Susanna's bedroom swung open, and I looked up. I felt stunned as she started walking towards me. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. She was wearing Rapunzel's dress from "Tangled". The top was a lavender corset, the front of which was laced up with a pink string. Susanna filled out the top of the corset far, far more than the movie Rapunzel had. The shoulders were pink and lavender, and the sleeves were sheer pink. The lower part was purple and pink with swirl designs in pink, dark purple, and white. She was like something out of a dream. She was far sexier than anything I had seen while scanning "sexy rapunzel" images. She had somehow made the dress with no one knowing about it.

When Susanna stopped in front of me, I dropped to my knees and bent my head. "I'm unworthy of someone so beautiful."

I noticed that Susanna was barefoot, her feet barely visible under her dress. She put a finger under my chin and lifted my head. "You are worthy of me, My Knight. You are my True Love."

I knelt there, admiring her beauty. I was an extraordinarily lucky guy that she had picked me. Someone so beautiful could have any guy she wanted.

I noticed her purity ring. I reached out, grabbed her hand, and slipped the ring off her. I held the ring up and said, "With this ring, I vow to love and serve you, My Princess." I grabbed Susanna's hand and slipped the ring back onto her finger. "Please wear it always as a symbol of my love for you."

"I will, My Knight."

Susanna took my hand and pulled gently. I stood up and then took her into my arms. "You're so beautiful." I kissed her. We kissed for a long time.

Susanna finally pulled away. She took my hand and said, "Come help me take this off. And then I want to record a video. Well, pretend to record a video. Something silly. And then the wrap party will be what I've always wanted our wrap parties to be."

I followed Susanna into her bedroom and helped her out of the dress. "What a beautiful dress," I said as she laid it on her bed.

"Thanks. It was a lot of work."

"I can imagine."

Susanna was wearing only the mesh-lace thong. She grabbed some nightshirts that were on her chair, and we went over to my room. She tossed the nightshirts onto my chair as I assumed the position against the wall that I always had. I had the bed and desk positioned to as closely match Susanna's old bedroom as possible.

Susanna came over to me. "I'm going straight to the braless part. Suck on my nipples, My Knight."
I bent down and greedily sucked a nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it a couple of times, gave it a kiss and a lick, and it was hard. I then moved on to the other and very quickly had it hard too.

Susanna went over to her chair and threw on a yellow nightshirt. She then moved to the corresponding spot for where she always started her video segments. "Hey, everyone! I'm showing off some of my favorite nightshirts. This is one of my favorites because I like its light-yellow color." Susanna modeled the shirt, turning slightly to each side as she talked. "It always brightens my mood. And I love the rubber ducky!" A picture of a rubber ducky took up probably half the shirt. "As you can tell, this nightshirt isn't the least bit sexy." Susanna began turning more as she modeled. "It's basically a big flour sack." She turned so her back was to me. "I doubt you can even see that I have a butt." Susanna laughed lightly as she turned back around. "Which is why my mom bought this for me."

Susanna stepped away from her recording stop and went to my chair. She shucked off the nightshirt and then walked back to me. "Top me up."

Rather than suck on her nipples this time, I pulled Susanna into a hug and started kissing her neck. As I did so, I squeezed her ass.

Susanna moaned. "Making videos gets me so hot," she said. "Even pretending to make one is getting me fired up."

I ended the hug and pulled back. "I'll take advantage of that in a little bit."

Susanna went back to my chair and pulled on a green nightshirt. She moved to her spot and started. "I'm back with my second favorite nightshirt. I like the design on this one." It had a picture of a unicorn staring out of some woods with a rainbow above it. "I like the woods, the unicorn, and the rainbow. I feel like there's something spiritual about the image, showing the beauty of nature and God's creation." Susanna was at the point of her modeling where she was showing off the sides and back. "As you can see, it's another flour sack. Nothing sexy about it." She turned back to face me. She folded her arms under her tits, lifting them with her forearms. "Does doing this make this nightshirt look sexy?" She looked down. "I don't think so."

When Susanna moved over to my chair, I asked, "How many nightshirts are you going to model?"

"Two more outfits." She stripped off the green nightshirt and came over to me. "Top me off again."

I turned her around and hugged her from behind. I said quietly in her ear, "When you're done modeling the nightshirts, you're going to strip down to just your panties. I'm going to open a drawer and take out a two-foot bar that has handcuffs on each end. I'm going to snap each of your wrists in the handcuffs, and then I'm going to force you to your knees in front of me. You know something terrible is coming. You struggle, but you can't get away because I keep a firm grasp on the bar. I raise your hands above your head, and then I strip down naked. You try to not look at my cock, but I make you. You see that it's hard and angry. You know that I want to penetrate you with it. You struggle some more as I move my cock towards your face. And then..." I pushed Susanna away from me. "Your nipples are hard."

Susanna laughed nervously. She turned to me partway, and I could see her face was flushed. "You are such a tease," she said and then headed over to my chair. She threw on what I could tell was a green football jersey. On the back was "Rodgers" and the number 12. Susanna shimmied it down her body and then pulled her hair out. The two nightshirts had come down to Susanna's knees. This jersey was shorter, coming about halfway down to her knees. Susanna stepped into her spot.

"Hey, everyone. This is something I picked up at Goodwill this summer. This is a Green Bay Packers jersey for someone named Rodgers." Susanna started modeling the shirt. "I haven't worn it as a nightshirt yet as I'm not sure my mother would approve of it. But now that I'm in my own apartment, I plan to wear it regularly. I like the feel of the material. I like the color. I like the name 'The Green Bay Packers', even though I have no idea where Green Bay is." She started modeling the sides. "I think this is sexier than the first two nightshirts." She faced away from me. "I think you can tell I have a butt in this one." I could see the outlines of her well-rounded butt. "This could easily become my favorite nightshirt."

As Susanna went over to the chair to take off the jersey, I took off my shirt, socks, and shorts. I was wearing just my underwear, and she was wearing just her panties when she came to me. She came into my arms, and we started slow dancing.

"I love you, My Princess."

"I love you, My Knight."

We kissed for a while as we slowly turned in a circle. I felt so good to hold her in my arms. I didn't do anything sexual like squeezing her ass. This was our time to just be in love with each other. I loved Susanna. Yes, she had a fantastic body, but I loved her for who she was and not what she was. It was great to have this feeling of pure love before we had sex for the first time.

I gave Susanna's bottom a swat as a sign that we were done. She went over to my chair, facing away from me. To my surprise, she started slowly pulling down her panties while wiggling her butt at me. She was looking back at me with a big smile on her face. Seeing her naked butt wasn't that much different than seeing her in her mesh-lace thong, but there was something about seeing her naked butt for the first time that made it very exciting. I stepped over to her and put my hand on her butt cheek as she continued to wiggle and pull her panties slowly down. When she had picked her panties off the floor and had tossed them aside, she said, "Go back."

Susanna took off the chair what I recognized as a cotton "High Cut Low Rise Cheeky Hipster" panty that I had bought her. She pulled it on and then went to her starting spot. "Hey, everyone. For my last outfit, I have something special." Susanna started modeling, turning slightly so I could see her big, naked tits a little from the side. "When it's close to bedtime, I'll wear one of the nightshirts that I modeled for you. But when it's time to get into bed..." Susanna moved so I could see her from the side. "...I'm not going to be wearing a nightshirt anymore." Susanna gave me a view of her other side. "I'm planning on wearing only these." Susanna turned to face away from me. She wiggled her ass a little, making her full butt cheeks shake like big bowls of Jell-O. She then turned back to face me. "Unless, of course, I'm completely naked." Susanna stepped away from her recording spot and into my arms. "Take me, My Knight."

I kissed Susanna while cupping her wonderful ass with my hands. This was going to happen. This was really going to happen. Since we got the news that Caroline wasn't going to be moving in with us, I had been imagining this happening, but I had always doubted that it would; that at the last minute, one of us would shy away from taking this last step. But Susanna wasn't showing any signs of shying away, and I wanted this as much as she did.

I had thought through many different ways that we could make love our first time. I had finally decided to go slow and have some silly fun.

I pulled back from Susanna. "Decorum, My Princess," I said in my most pompous voice. "A princess should always be primly attired." I reached around Susanna and grabbed her hair, half in each hand. I pulled it forward so all of it would be in front of Susanna. She bent her head forward, and her hair formed a thick curtain in front of her, blocking the view of her face and the entire front of her body. Susanna then parted it at her face as she straightened her head so I could see her face. Her hair flowed down her chest, completely covering it. There were enough gaps that I could see she was wearing panties, but I could see very little of them. Her hair covered most of her legs, but flashes of skin showed.

"Now, that's much better," I continued pompously. Susanna giggled. "As this is your first time, I must explain to you that there are certain procedures that have to be followed. Even a knight such as myself doesn't just take a princess."

Susanna giggled again. "Okay."

"First, are you on birth control?"

Susanna moved her hair to expose the patch on her upper thigh and replied haughtily, "I am, my good knight."

"Are you with a royal gentleman with sufficient sexual experience?"

"I am, my good knight."

"Do you consent willingly and enthusiastically to be taken?"

Susanna briefly smiled happily at me before saying haughtily, "I do, my good knight."

"Do you promise to follow the instructions of said royal gentleman, even though he may command you to do things a good Christian girl shouldn't do?"

Susanna paused for a moment before saying, "I do, my good knight."

"Ah! That is an easy promise. Let us make sure you will fulfill that promise." I walked over to my bed, grabbed a pillow, and walked back to Susanna. I dropped the pillow onto the floor in front of her. "Please kneel, My Princess."

Susanna looked at me with a little uncertainty. She moved her hair to be behind her and knelt.

"Pull down my underwear," I said firmly.

Susanna grabbed my underwear quickly and pulled them down far enough for my hard cock to pop out. She stopped for a moment to admire it and then continued pulling down my underwear until they were at my feet. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

I grabbed my cock and held it an inch in front of Susanna's mouth. "As a good Christian girl, you've rightly kept yourself pure by not even considering letting a man stick himself into your mouth." I moved my cock until it touched Susanna's lips. "But as a princess, you need to set that aside to please your knight." I pushed my cock forward, and Susanna opened her lips enough for it to slide into her mouth. She bobbed her head forward to take a couple of inches into her mouth. "Oh yes, My Princess. That feels so good." It did. Susanna grabbed my cock with her right hand and started sucking my cock with gusto. "Have you been doing research?"

Susanna took my cock out of her mouth and laughed. "I may have." She gave my cock a big lick, starting at the base and working upwards. "I suspected my knight might ask me to do this, and I wanted to do a good job if he did." Susanna took my cock back in her mouth and began bobbing again.

"You're doing a great job. As making your knight come before we make love is definitely on the checklist, I'm glad you prepared for that."

Susanna was now working my cock in several ways. She'd bob her head up and down, taking as much as she could into her mouth. She took a break from that regularly, using her tongue and lips to pleasure my whole cock. And she almost always was stroking my cock with her right hand.

I said, "I'm getting close to coming. Do you want me to come in your mouth or over your chest?"

"I've had some small tastes of you. I want a big taste of you, My Knight."

"That would be most wonderful, My Princess. If it's too much or you gag, don't worry about it. You've done a fantastic job for your first time."

Susanna gave me a quick smile and then inhaled my cock again. She bobbed her head up and down while stroking my cock with her right hand. There was such a fearlessness about Susanna; she wasn't intimidated at all by the challenge of giving her first blow job. I took that as a positive sign for our lovemaking.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah." The pleasure was too much for me. "I'm coming."

Susanna stopped bobbing and held still as I shot my jizz into her mouth. I filled her mouth with spurt after spurt, and she handled it with aplomb. When I was done coming, she released my cock and said, "I enjoyed that." She stood up. "What's next on the checklist, My Knight?"

"I must reciprocate," I said pompously. "Your knight must give service to his princess on the royal bed." I pulled back the covers on the bed, and Susanna lay down on her back in the center. She laid her hair so that it was at almost a ninety-degree angle from her. I moved between her legs. I put my hands on the outside of her legs and slowly stroked her right outer thigh as I slowly kissed up from Susanna's right knee to next to her panties. Her skin felt so smooth as I stroked it. I shifted to her left leg and kissed up from her knee to next to her panties. I grabbed Susanna's panties, she raised her butt, and I slowly pulled them off. I then got my first look at Susanna's pussy. Her bush was full and lustrous like the hair on her head. It was a little darker in color than her blond hair and was the longest of any girl I had been with. With a bush that pretty, why trim it short?

I crawled forward until my head was right above Susanna's pussy. I said pompously, "As your knight services you, it's important for the princess to give feedback to her knight, telling him what feels best. Every woman is different, so experience only provides so much as a guide."

I moved my hands to grip Susanna's ass from the side. I then moved my mouth to her pussy. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and gave her clit a gentle lick.

"Wow!" said Susanna.

I slowly began to lick her, teasing the tip of my tongue around the base of her clit. She tasted delicious.

"Oh yes!" Susanna cried. I looked up and saw her clutching the sheets with her hands.

Her thighs clamped rhythmically on my cheeks, squeezing me in time with the slow strokes of my tongue. Her skin was wonderfully smooth against mine.

"This feels so good, Luke."

I continued licking, working slowly down her pussy to her honey hole. I lapped her juices straight from the source. I could hear her panting as I worked my way back up her pussy.

When I reached Susanna's clit again, her muscles clamped on me. "Right there," she moaned. "That's wonderful."

I worked slowly around her clit with the tip of my tongue. I could hear her panting gasps clearly now. She seemed well on her way to orgasm. Her first? Certainly her first with someone else. She'd angled her hips, opening herself more to me.

"More, My Knight. I want more."

I brought my right hand up to Susanna's pussy and pushed a finger deep into her.

"Goodness!"

I slowly worked my finger in and out of her as I continued to lick around her clit. I wanted her vagina ready for my cock once she came. I added a second finger, fucking her steadily while tickling her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Susanna suddenly convulsed up off the bed. She gave a grunting gasp, and I felt a shudder go through her body. She fell backward, and let out a deep "Oh my". And then she just lay there, gasping every couple of seconds, boneless as a puppet cut free from the puppeteer's hand. I teased her with my tongue a little longer before easing out of her so I could slowly slip my body up along her sweat-slicked chest and kiss her again.

"Are you ready, My Princess?"

"Yes, My Knight. I've been ready for this for months."

Susanna's knees were splayed wide to each side. I shuffled forward, staying on my knees and keeping my upper body upright. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down Susanna's slit to get it wet, and then I placed the head at her entrance and guided it inside of her. My knees were splayed widely to match Susanna's, her lower legs came over my legs, and her feet were close to the inside of my knees. I looked into Susanna's eyes as I slowly pushed forward. I slid into her hot, tight pussy. Susanna formed a large "O" with her mouth. I pushed some more, pulled back, and slowly pushed my cock into new territory. Though she was well lubricated, she was also very tight. I went slowly, letting Susanna's vagina get used to its invader. I watched Susanna's face to make sure she was fine with everything. Her eyes were closed, a look of blissful submission on her face. Her knight was finally taking her.

I pushed my cock all the way into Susanna. I reached out, stroked her hair gently, then leaned down and kissed her. She opened her eyes and moved her head upwards to kiss me again. I brought my head down to kiss her more passionately. Soon, our tongues were wrestling each other outside of our mouths.

As much as I loved the kiss, I wanted to do something else more. I broke it off, straightened up, and slowly pulled my cock back. I asked, "How does this feel so far?"

"Wonderful. You feel so big inside of me. Thanks for going so slow and letting me get used to you."

I smiled reassuringly at Susanna. "I want your first time to be great."

I slowly pushed into her, letting her body get used to being fucked. Once my crotch was pressed against hers, I slowly pulled back. With our legs spread wide, it was easy for me to go slow. I pushed back into her, a little faster than the last time. Susanna grasped my hands in her hands as I slowly picked up speed. Her head was tilted to one side and her eyes were closed.

I continued fucking her slowly, savoring each thrust. Susanna said deeply "Uh!" on each thrust.

"You doing okay?" I asked Susanna.

"I'm doing great. So far, this has been as good as I had hoped."

"I'm going to change positions slightly so I can fuck you faster." I straightened my legs. "Put your feet on the back of my legs and then pull me forward when you're ready."

Susanna moved her feet to a little above my knees and then pressed against my legs. I thrust into her easily. Her pussy was used to my cock now, and her pussy was still delightfully slick.

"This is wonderful," Susanna said.

"It's wonderful for me too."

Susanna and I developed a steady rhythm with her moaning as I thrust into her. With the increased speed, her tits wobbled in circles. I felt like I was plowing with my cock a deliciously wet and warm valley.

"Will I still be a princess after this?" Susanna asked suddenly.

I smiled reassuringly at her. "You'll always be My Princess."

"And you'll always be My Knight," said Susanna as she tenderly stroked my cheek.

We resumed wordlessly fucking. Susanna would bring her hands up my arms from my elbows, rub them over my chest, and bring them back down my arms to my elbows. I kept grinning at her, and she at me. This was perfect. This was heaven. We both wanted this so much. Susanna was now free from the tower and together we were founding our own little kingdom where it was safe for the two of us to be lovers.

For a break, I stopped fucking, bent down and took one of Susanna's nipples into my mouth and sucked on it. Susanna ran her fingers through my hair. "Can't keep your mouth off them?" she asked with amusement.

"They're amazing," I said as I moved over to her other nipple. "All of you is amazing."

I sucked on her other nipple for a little bit and then resumed fucking Susanna. Our pace continued to increase, and I was soon fucking Susanna hard. Fucking Susanna felt so good. I could tell I was getting close. I bent down and kissed her while continuing to fuck her. It was a short, passionate kiss that we couldn't continue as we both needed to breathe. Her tits were wobbling in big circles now. Her hands were now gripping my arms firmly as I fucked her. She raised her crotch to meet my thrusts now while moaning "Oh" loudly. The bed was rocking and squeaking.

I felt myself go over the edge. I kept pounding Susanna as waves of pleasure swept over me. I felt cum boiling out of my balls, down my cock, and into my sister. I slowed as I came into her time and time again, filling her with my cum.

When I was done coming, I stopped thrusting. I looked down at my beautiful sister beneath me. She was my woman now, and I was her man.

I bent down and kissed Susanna softly. "I love you, My Princess."

"And I love you, My Knight."

* * * *

Tuesday, November 8th
Once Susanna turned off the alarm, I asked, "The usual?"
"Of course."

I threw back the covers as Susanna said, "Let me get you wet first."

Susanna spun in the bed, bringing her head to my crotch. She grabbed my hard cock at its base and guided it into her mouth. She lowered her lips down my cock, taking the head and the first few inches of my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue rubbing my cock. After a few moments, she slid her lips upward, and my cock exited her mouth with a wet pop. Susanna swung around again, so now her feet were near the foot of the bed. Still holding my cock, she looked at me and smiled, and then licked my cock from the base upwards.

"You're so damn sexy," I said.

Susanna gave me a quick smile before continuing to lick and kiss all over the parts of my cock that didn't fit into her mouth. I was lucky that sex was still new enough to her that she enjoyed playing with my cock like this.

Once my cock was up to her standards for wetness and slickness, she crawled back up the bed and reached into the drawer of our nightstand. She pulled out a lotion bottle and a small towel. I moved to the side of the bed so she could flop down on her back in the middle of it. As Susanna was taking the top off the lotion bottle, I kissed her and said, "I love you."

"You'd better," Susanna said with a smile. She had the top off the bottle, squirted lotion onto the inside of her tits, and then put the top back on the bottle.

I was now on my knees. Once Susanna was done, I straddled her chest and placed my cock in the valley between her tits. She pushed her tits together, encasing my cock in slippery boobflesh. I pushed forward, feeling the marvelous warmth and slickness of her tits encase my cock.

"So good," I said in almost a moan.

"I'm glad you like it."

"I love it, just like I love you."

Susanna smiled. Susanna changed the grip on her tits, holding them at the top and pushing them down. I thrust forward, running my full length between her marvelous mammaries. I pulled back and thrust again. When my cock was all the way through her tits, Susanna stuck out her tongue and licked my tip.

"Oh, shit," I murmured.

I was blessed to have a girlfriend with such amazing tits, and morning tit-fucks were just one way I took advantage of them. I wanted to touch them all the time, and one of the first things we had to work out was when it was appropriate and inappropriate for me to do so.

I found myself increasingly thinking of Susanna as my girlfriend. I hadn't called her "My girlfriend" yet, instead calling her "My Princess". When we were alone, we acted like boyfriend and girlfriend. When we were in public or with anyone else, we acted as siblings who got along well.

Susanna changed the grip on her tits again, now cupping them in her hands from their base. That perfectly framed her nipples and her big, dark brown areolas. Dear God, she had such great tits.

I developed a steady rhythm of fucking Susanna's tits. I moaned my appreciation with every thrust. Every so often, she licked the crown of my cock.

Every weekday, we started the morning with a tit fuck. I loved it. I loved coming all over my sister's tits and chest, marking her as my own. She was mine, and I was hers. When I've asked her about the morning tit-fucks, Susanna told me she didn't get any physical pleasure out of it, but she enjoyed doing it because I enjoyed it so much. That's the way she was - always doing what she could to make me happy, to make my life easier. She was a great girlfriend.

A few minutes later, I said, "Oh, yes. Oh yes," and started coming. I spurted cum on the top of Susanna's chest. She gave me the sexy smile she always gave me at the end of a tit-fuck, her "Mission Accomplished" smile.

When I was done coming, Susanna said saucily, "You're such a messy boy."

"And a very happy one."

I climbed off Susanna. She took the towel and wiped off her chest. She'd shower after breakfast, so wasn't worried about getting all the cum off. When she was done, she handed me the towel, and I used it to wipe my cock off. We then got out of bed. Susanna threw her nightshirt on, and I got dressed for the day.

* * * *

While we were eating breakfast, Susanna said, "I'm doing a video call with Mom today. My weekly reassuring her I'm still wearing your ring," she flashed me her promise ring, "and I'm not dating anyone. Anything I should tell her?"

Susanna had decided after we moved in to do weekly video calls with Mom to keep her from dropping by the apartment. Mom had been very snotty and condescending in the first few calls, and Susanna had been strongly tempted several times to let Mom have it; to tell Mom that she had enough of her hateful, controlling bitchiness, that she and I knew that Dad was a phony coward, and to proudly proclaim that she's loved, in love, and having amazing sex with me. But she always bit her tongue. Mom and Dad were paying half of our rent, had paid a lot of Susanna's tuition, and were going to continue financially supporting her. Giving Mom the smackdown she deserved would just cost Susanna way too much money. We were getting revenge on Mom and Dad every time we had sex, and we were content with that. Now that Mom had gotten the message that she couldn't bully Susanna anymore, she and Susanna were actually getting along pretty well.

"Nah," I answered about having anything to tell Mom. That was the answer I always gave whenever Susanna asked me that question. Susanna knew everything that was going on in my life. Then I thought of something. "Wait." It was something I had been thinking about for a while. Did I really want to ask Susanna this?

I decided I did. "I've been thinking about doing a road trip for Thanksgiving instead of going home. Many of the best Economic PhD programs are in the Northeast, and I've been thinking of touring their campuses. Get a better idea of the schools I'll be applying to."

"Okay."

"Here's the thing." I felt very uncomfortable. For a second, I thought about not saying what I was going to say, but I decided to say it. "I've loved living with you. When Caroline dropped out of the apartment, my first thought was about us being able to have sex. And the sex has been great. But everything else about living with you has also been great. You're a very good cook. You do so much around the apartment so I can focus on my studies. You're wonderful company. I know we've only lived together for a couple of months, but I don't want it to end. Would you transfer to whatever college I end up at so we can keep living together?"

Susanna smiled. "Let's put our dishes away and talk about this on the couch."

I was apprehensive the whole time we were putting our dishes in the dishwasher. She had smiled, but she hadn't said yes. Why did she want to discuss this on the couch?

Once we were seated on the couch, Susanna slipped her fingers between mine. "Do I want to live with you next year at whatever college you select for grad school? Yes, but on one condition."

I was relieved to hear that but wondered what the condition was.

"I've come to realize that Mom has not raised me to be a successful business person. After having spent so much time in the tower, I'm not ready to go charging off to take on the world. I'm much happier spending most of my time in our apartment, supporting you as much as I can. Mom's been encouraging me to do that, though she may not realize it. When we talk about classes, she wants to hear about how you're doing before hearing about how I'm doing. You're the one Mom and Dad have primed for success. Me, they've primed to provide domestic support to her man."

"I can see that. And that fits with you living with me next year."

"And not just next year. I'd be on a five-year plan to get my degree at the same time you get your PhD. And after that, I'd move with you to wherever you get your first job. My job wouldn't be important as you'll be the breadwinner. Eventually, I'd become a stay-at-home mom."

"A stay-at-home mom?" Was Susanna suggesting...?

"A stay-at-home mom. As in I'd have your babies and raise them while you financially support us. But that's really getting ahead of ourselves. What I'm saying now is I'll live with you next fall on the condition that this is it; we'll be a couple forever. We'll have to come up with reasons why we keep living together, but we will live together. Is that agreeable to you?"

Did I want to live with my sister forever? It was so soon to make such a commitment, but living with her was so great. "That's very agreeable to me."

"And the road trip this Thanksgiving...?" asked Susanna, bringing me back to what started this conversation.

"Oh, yeah. Now that we'll be living together next fall, I want you to go on the road trip with me."

"Ooooh! A road trip where no one knows we're brother and sister. We could kiss all we want." Susanna kissed me. "We could go out every evening. Sounds absolutely wonderful." She kissed me again, this time longer.

When Susanna broke the kiss, she was all business again. "I've already been preparing Mom for me to live with you next year. 'I'm not making any friends, Mom. The only people I'm talking with are Luke's friends, and they're all going to graduate.' And I've tried to describe us living together so she'll approve of us doing it more."

"How have you done that?"

"I don't want to sound too happy living with you. I tell her you're okay to live with because you study all the time, the friends you have over are nice, and you don't have girls spend the night."

I thought that over. "I'm not great, but you could have a lot worse of a roommate."

"Exactly! And I've told her that Caroline is thinking of keeping the baby."

"Is she?" Susanna hadn't told me that.

"She's thinking about everything. I'm pretty sure she's ruled out an abortion. She goes back and forth on keeping the baby versus giving it up for adoption. Which she should! It's a really hard decision and she'll need to be happy with whatever she decides for the rest of her life. So we talk about all the possibilities. And she's so grateful to have someone who'll discuss every possibility without judging."

"Do you think she'll keep the baby?"

"I don't know. It's her decision to make, and I'm not going to press her one way or the other. Enough about Caroline." Susanna stood up. "Let's think about us. I'm excited that this won't be for just a year and now will be forever."

I grabbed Susanna's hand. "Give me the ring."

Susanna slipped off the promise ring and gave it to me. I got down on one knee, held the ring up, and said, "With this ring, I promise to love you and live with you forever, to financially support you and our children, until death do us part." I slipped the ring back onto Susanna's finger.

Susanna pulled me up and kissed me hard. She quickly slipped her tongue into my mouth. I cupped her full ass with both of my hands as we kissed and kissed and kissed. Susanna eventually pulled back and said, "I feel like celebrating. I'm going to change into my celebration outfit. You stay here."

I sat down on the couch as Susanna went into "her bedroom" where she kept all her clothes. I knew what she was going to change into. A few minutes later, she stepped out of "her bedroom" wearing the bikini she wore for the bikini contest, red high heels (which I had bought her), and the tacky plastic "Big Walters Winner" tiara. As she walked towards me, she walked like a sultry model, swinging her hips. She had worn this outfit often enough that she was now fairly comfortable in high heels. She looked so stunning in that bikini. She had stunned me when I saw her in it on the stage at Big Walter's, and she stunned me in it now.

In my best announcer voice, I said, "Here comes our next contestant, Susanna, for the most desirable woman in the world. Everyone give her a big hand." I whistled and clapped. Susanna smiled at me as she continued walking towards me. When she got about six feet from the couch, she turned and walked parallel to the couch. "Susanna is a student, and her measurements are 'really, really big'." Susanna laughed at that line. It never got old for me. It always rang true. When she got a little past the end of the couch, she turned around and strutted the other way. "She has beautiful blue eyes, and her hair is the perfect shade of blond." I thought of something - Susanna's hair was down below her shoulders, and she wanted to grow it down to the middle of her back. That was the length I saw her hair when I saw her in the bikini at Big Walters. Had she intentionally decided to grow her hair back to match what it had looked like during the bikini contest?

Susanna kept walking, occasionally striking a sexy pose for a few seconds before walking on. "She has brains too," I said in my announcer's voice. "Doing well in all her classes. And she's a great homemaker. The thing she looks for in a man is someone who will love her for the rest of her life."

Susanna walked over to the couch and straddled my lap. "That's true. That is what I look for in a man. And I'm lucky enough to have found one." Susanna kissed me. My hands automatically moved to cup her perfect ass.

"All of it is true," I said quietly. "And the judge selects you as the most desirable woman in the world."

We kissed again. Susanna pushed her tongue against my lips, and I eagerly opened my mouth to accept it. The kiss got steadily more passionate, and our tongues were eagerly wrestling with each other. Susanna lifted herself off my lap and moved next to me on the couch as we continued to kiss.

I stopped kissing Susanna and then tugged lightly on the front of her bikini top. "This was what started it all between us. Seeing you in this was the first time I looked at you as a woman. A beautiful, sexy woman."

"Actually, what started it all between us was me walking in on you when you were watching that bikini try-on video. I used that to convince you to lend me the money to buy the bikini."

"God, I was so embarrassed. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life."

Susanna laughed. "Actually, I was disappointed. It was my first time to see a guy naked, and I didn't get a good look. I didn't realize you were naked until you had your shorts most of the way pulled up. All I got to see was a flash of your butt. I didn't get to see your front at all. After that, I had a hankering to see you naked again." Susanna began to move in for another kiss. At the same time, she tugged down on my shorts lightly. "I like seeing you naked."

And then we were kissing again. I pushed my tongue into Susanna's mouth as I raised up on my knees on the couch. I pulled down my shorts and underwear. Apparently, Susanna had decided to celebrate us being a forever-couple with a good, old-fashioned fuck, and I was all up for that even though I'd be late for class. Once I got my shorts and underwear off, I grasped Susanna's tit with my right hand and began squeezing it. I was on my knees on the couch, mostly facing her, with my left hand on the back of the couch for balance. Susanna reached out, grasped my cock, and began stroking it as we continued to kiss passionately. Yeah, she definitely wanted to be fucked.

A couple of minutes later, I slid my hand down and eventually inside Susanna's bikini bottoms. I parted her slit and slid my fingers into her wetness. Susanna lifted her bottom off the couch and quickly stripped off the bikini bottoms. She then spread her legs wide to give me total access to her pussy.

I continued exploring all of her pussy with two of my fingers while we kissed. At one point, I took a quick break to strip off my shirt. I was now wearing only shoes whereas Susanna still had on her bikini top, her high heels, and her tiara. Susanna slowly scrunched down as I worked her pussy. I was in no rush to get to her clit to make her come. Her tiara eventually fell off and she tossed it aside. That was my cue to slip one finger inside of her while bringing my thumb to her clit.

Susanna said, "Fuck me, My Knight."

I moved to obey My Princess' instructions. She had scrunched far enough down that her butt was barely on the edge of the couch while her head was still against the back of the couch. She raised her legs up so her high heels were high in the air. I moved between her legs, dropped to my knees, grabbed my cock, and guided it to her entrance. I looked up at Susanna and saw that her mouth was open as she looked at me with pure lust. I quickly lined up my cock and pushed inside of her. Susanna moaned a quick "Oh" as I made my initial thrust. She was holding the back of her knees as I started fucking her.

"I love fucking you," I said.

"I love you fucking me. I love learning about sex with you. I love being yours."

I thrust into Susanna a couple more times and then said as I continued to fuck her. "You are mine now forever."

"Forever."

Susanna's tits jiggled as I continued to fuck her. I loved how her bikini top presented her tits like Susanna was putting them on a platter for me. And her still wearing her high heels was hot.

My knees were starting to hurt. I pulled Susanna a little further off the couch, grabbed her legs, and pushed them back to rotate her hips some more. I got off my knees as I did so, spreading my legs wide. My body was now angled over Susanna as I continued to fuck her. The couch made lots of squeaking sounds as I powered down into my sister.

"I can't hold this," said Susanna. "Back off."

I pulled out of Susanna. When I did, she flipped around so she was on her knees with her ass towards me. I quickly remounted her, fucking her doggie-style.

"Oh, yes," said Susanna huskily. "So good. So good."

I leaned forward and kissed Susanna's cheek. She turned her head, and we kissed, which quickly turned into our tongues wrestling outside our mouths as I fucked her slowly. It was hard to maintain the kiss, so I gave it up. I straightened and started fucking Susanna hard.

"Do that," Susanna moaned. "Take me."

I slapped her perfect ass. I loved how it felt soft and yet firm.

We continued fucking. Susanna was bracing herself against the back of the couch. Her knees were right on the edge of the couch. Both of her high heels eventually fell off. This was an awesome, vigorous fuck. As I had come not too long ago, I was lasting well.

Susanna's leg slipped off the couch, and my cock slipped out. Susanna quickly stripped off her bikini top and then laid down on the couch lengthwise on her back. I climbed onto the couch into the missionary position and slid my cock into her again.

"As much as I like doggie-style," I said as I slowly fucked Susanna, "I prefer seeing your beautiful face as I make love to you."

Susanna smiled. "And I like seeing how much you enjoy making love to me."

Susanna and I quickly reached a steady rhythm. I loved watching her big tits spin around in circles as I fucked her.

Susanna said teasingly, "You'll be late for class."

"So. I won't miss much. I have my priorities straight."

She laughed and we continued to fuck. Her pussy felt so good on my cock. To fit on the couch, I made myself especially narrow. Susanna was rubbing her hands across my chest and looking at me dreamily as I continued to plunge into her. Then she started wiggling her shoulders like she was burrowing into the couch. That was her sign she was getting close to coming. I kept up a steady rhythm, hoping I'd last until after she came.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes." Susanna was almost there. She closed her eyes and lolled her head. Her hands were slowly caressing my arms. Then she suddenly arched her back a little. She was coming. I watched as she shuddered beneath me. I felt her pussy spasm on my cock as I continued to fuck her.

After a few moments, Susanna said languidly, "That felt so good."

I smiled. It was my turn. I increased my pace, fucking Susanna good and hard. She went back to rubbing her hands across my chest, occasionally playing gently with my nipples. That felt so good. It all felt so good. I closed my eyes and just savored how great fucking Susanna felt.
And then my pleasure peaked. I was coming, pumping jet after jet of sperm into my beautiful sister, marking her as mine forever. A feeling of love surged through me. This was what I wanted. I wanted Susanna and only Susanna. It was wonderful to be with her in every way.

As I slowed, Susanna looked up at me with a smile of pure joy. She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. "I love you, My Knight."

"And I love you, My Princess."

AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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