Introduction:A romantic story about a geeky brother and his cute little sister, that got started by her best friend and her strange hypnotic powersUnder her spell
It was an ordinary Thursday afternoon and I was alone in my room, fully engrossed in massacring my friends on my computer, when suddenly my bloody rampage was rudely interrupted by my younger sister barging into my bedroom. I looked up from my screen and was about to lecture her about disrespecting my privacy by entering my room without knocking when I noticed a strange, glassy-eyed look on her face.
Seemingly oblivious to my resentment and without saying a single word, Anna walked up to me and kneeled by my chair. Before I could give her that lecture, she pressed her lips against mine and gave me a hot kiss, tongue and all. She kissed me for maybe fifteen seconds and then, just as suddenly as she came in, she stood up again and walked out of my bedroom, leaving me alone and confused.
It happened so quickly, I didn't even realize what she was doing until it was over. The kiss was the weirdest, most conflicting kiss in my life. I almost felt as if I was dreaming. If it wasn't for my tingling lips, I might not have believed it possible that my sister could give me such an erotic kiss.
I knew I should have been disgusted by my sister kissing me like that, but damn, Anna was a great kisser! I had kissed a few girls before, but... damn.
Maybe if the kiss had lasted a little longer, or if I had been given some kind of warning, I might have been able to process all the conflicting things that happened and be properly disgusted instead of just confused. Yeah... I think the kiss definitely should have lasted a little longer.
I glanced back at the monitor and saw my character lying face-down in the dirt, a dozen arrows sticking out from his back. I softly cursed my ditzy little sister for ruining my game and reducing me to a mere spectator when I could have easily won the game. I was still staring at the screen and waiting for the round to end when a burst of laughter erupted from Anna's room. The guffaw was followed by my sister's voice. Though I couldn't hear what she was saying, she sure sounded quite agitated. Whatever she was telling her friend, it was met with another burst of laughter. It was obvious the girls were having some kind of fun at my expense.
Although I don't mind a good joke now and then, I wasn't going to be their submissive victim. However, before I could think of a way to get back at the girls, my door opened and Anna came walking in once again.
Like the first time she barged into my room, she had a glassy-eyed look on her face and walked silently towards me and kneeled. I was preparing myself for another strangely exciting kiss, but that was not what my sister had in mind. This time, instead of kissing me, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest. In a reflex, I pulled back my hand, but she had a surprisingly firm grip on my wrist, and put my hand right back where it had been, on the warm, pillowy mound of her left breast.
Well, if Anna wanted me to feel her up, I had no problem doing it. There was absolutely nothing wrong with my sister's tits. Though not overly large, they were nice and full, and firm enough that she didn't need to wear a bra all the time. It was a secret pleasure of mine to see them move freely underneath her blouse or to see her hard nipples create little bumps in the fabric. I had often wondered how they would feel, and now I knew. They were amazing. Anna's breasts were soft and supple as I squeezed them, and I could even feel those little nipples pucker up underneath my hand. My sister graciously allowed me to grope her for about a minute, and then she got up again and walked away.
This time, I was ready for her sudden retreat. As soon as Anna got up, I went after her. I was walking right behind her, but she didn't seem to notice me. She stoically walked into her room and immediately closed the door behind her. I got on my knees in front of the door and looked in through the keyhole. Inside the room, I saw my sister and her friend Tess, who was snickering as if something incredibly funny had happened. In contrast, Anna was standing motionless, as if she was waiting for something. I heard Tess say the word 'breadcrumb', and my sister came back to life.
