Lara and her brother are invited to a very special party and the unexpected occurs…
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The Set-up
Lara was getting nowhere with Finn, and beginning to wonder if she ever would; everything she tried, every sexy outfit, every short skirt, every thrust of her bra-less breasts under her tight T-shirt, every flash of her almost non-existent panties was getting no reaction out of him; he just resolutely looked away, or frowned and flicked over the page of the book or magazine he was reading.
“It must be me…” she thought, “I’m not good enough for him, that has to be it, he obviously thinks I’m some kind of skank, there’s no other explanation…”
This train of thought sent her to her room in tears, that her older brother, the most beautiful boy in the world, who lived in the room across the corridor from hers, who sat down to eat with her every day, and who unblinkingly watched her parade up and down in the most mind-boggling assortment of sexy, cutesy, or downright slutty outfits, didn’t know she existed, or didn’t think she was worth noticing, or didn’t care, because he thought she was a slut.
Lara was in a bad way, her heart pining for Finn, tall, perfect, black-haired, blue-eyed Finn, with his classic, sculpted features and strong white teeth; elegant, cultured, kind, thoughtful, considerate Finn, the boy who liked everyone else in the entire world, but who couldn’t spare a single glance for her.
Lara and Finn were both at university, Lara in her first year studying Materials Sciences at De Montfort, and Finn in his second year at Oxford Brookes, studying Mechanical Engineering, and they were both home now for the summer. Their family home was in Ledbury, Herefordshire, where they lived with their mother, their father having disappeared shortly before Lara’s birth, and never heard from since; Lara of course had never met him, and Finn couldn’t remember him, so his absence had never made a great deal of difference to their lives together as they grew up.
Because of the small difference in their ages, (Lara was almost 19, Finn had just had his 20th birthday), the siblings had grown up closer than other siblings with a wider age-gap, and most people thought they were twins anyway; they both had the same sleek, glossy black hair, striking, deep-blue eyes, and clear, pale skin, and at 5’8″, Lara was only 4″ shorter than Finn. She was a slender girl, but shapely and alluring, her110lbs perfectly distributed, with a slim 22″ waist and flat, toned stomach, her flared hips setting off her round, juicy little bottom and perky, delectable 34B breasts perfectly. Finn, on the other hand, was 6′ and 180 pounds; nearly 10 years of playing rugby, first for his school, now for his university team, had kept him in perfect condition, with the deep chest and solid stomach, wide shoulders and solid, tireless legs necessary to play his preferred position, Prop-Forward.
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Finn glanced up as Lara made a hasty exit, breathing a sigh of relief as he adjusted his painfully constricted erection inside his jeans. Damn, he thought, didn’t she know what she was doing to him? It was bad enough the tall girl with the long, black hair and the skin like alabaster was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen, she had to go and have a figure that could stop traffic, and dazzling blue eyes a man could drown in, and yet she seemed to be unaware of all that, parading around him in skimpy outfits like he was a wax dummy, unable to respond to the sexual attraction that rolled off her and battered him with wave after wave of mind-twisting lust for her.
“Why the fuck does she have to be my sister?” he mourned in the silence of his head, “It’s not fair! If only she wasn’t my little sister, Christ, I’d wear her out!”
Finn made his way to his room, his hand clutching himself lightly; after a day of Lara’s presence tempting and taunting him, he was coming in for a case of Lover’s Balls that would probably make medical history, and even frantically wanking like a safari park baboon wasn’t going to completely relieve the ache in his balls; whatever relief he could give himself now was going to be short-lived; there was still the rest of the day to get through, then tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, a whole summer of trying not to explode as his alluring sister paraded around all but naked, blithely ignoring him, making his life a living hell.
Once in his room, he studied himself in the mirror, sadly accepting that Lara would never, could never find someone like him in the least bit attractive; he’d seen the kind of boys who constantly buzzed around her, they all had that pallid, intense, fashionably lean and tousled look she so obviously preferred, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance, not compared to them; who was he kidding, he was just her lumbering big brother, that was all she was ever going to see him as, and his fantasies about her were never going to come true, not in a million years.
Finn sighed, resolving yet again to stop thinking about her, she was his sister, everything he was thinking about her was wrong, and sick, and perverted, there were laws, and family reasons why it could never be. Even as he rationalised his reasons for avoiding and abhorring her, almost without conscious thought, his hand slipped into his shorts, and he began to squeeze and fist himself, fantasy images of Lara once again unreeling behind his eyes.
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Lara thought Finn was the most perfect male specimen she’d ever seen; the sight of him lounging casually in a faded old sweatshirt and excitingly tight rugby shorts, his eyes flicking across the pages of a textbook or sports magazine, invariably set her pulse racing and her heart hammering; even scragged-up, with his hair tousled and a two-day shadow stubbling his perfect, chiselled jaw-line, he still looked to her like he’d just stepped out of the pages of GQ Magazine.
While her view of him may not have been entirely objective, plenty of her friends felt exactly the same way about him, and had already spent several fruitless years throwing themselves at him, subtly and blatantly. Finn had always refused to take the bait; he didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew he didn’t want any of the girls who made their interest in him obvious.
He was also honestly at a loss to understand why Lara’s friends kept making passes at him; it said much about him that he never once considered himself attractive or good-looking, or even vaguely handsome, although there was a small army of girls who’d be prepared to argue that at some length; he just thought Lara’s friends were teasing him, or setting him up for some stupid teenage prank.
All that aside, however, none of Lara’s friends, or any of the other local girls, or fellow uni students, had ever held more than a passing interest for him; his tastes ran more to the tall, black-haired, blue-eyed type, and it was a long time before he could finally admit to himself that all his (short-lived) girlfriends and occasional one-night-stands and party pick-up’s looked disturbingly like his little sister.
That was when his campaign to ignore her began to take shape; Finn was appalled that he could look at Lara and see not only his sister, but also a beautiful girl he’d fuck without a moment’s hesitation, and the inner policeman we all carry around inside roared with outrage at that admission; so, he reasoned, if he couldn’t have her, he needed to eliminate her from his thoughts, he needed to keep some distance between them, and the only way to do that was to deliberately not see her, to ignore her, to make sure she didn’t give him the opportunity to capture her image and start him off down another road of sick fantasising about her.
Of course, living in the same house as her meant it was almost impossible to avoid seeing her, hence the almost constant low-level ache in his crotch.
Lara meanwhile had been moved to try increasingly more desperate ways to get him to even acknowledge her presence; not being privy to the turmoil she was causing in him, she reasoned that he was only going to notice her if she actually gave him something to notice; the skimpy outfits, and the parading around damned near naked, the flashing of her juicy, thong-clad peach of a bottom, these were all alien to her nature, something she’d never think of doing to capture any other boy.
But Finn was different; Finn was perfect, and she wanted him so badly it was like a red-hot stone sunk into the middle of her, a burning, heavy pain that wouldn’t go away, that only he could make go away; but he only ever ignored her, and every day a little more despair crept in as every day he seemed less and less inclined to even notice her presence.
Her friends were well aware of her obsession with her brother; as previously noted, most of them felt the same way about him, but they were pragmatic enough to realise and recognise that Finn was entirely disinterested in them. One friend in particular, Haley Moore, Lara’s friend since they were five years old, watched in distress as her best friend slowly pined away, unable to have the man she wanted, and unable find someone else.