Misty and Ethan Cross The Line

Misty knew she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Three years after high school she was still working at a fast food joint and living at home. At barely 5 feet tall she’d been a late bloomer, being one of those girls who comes of age fast. Long wavy honey blonde hair framing a cute face with large cornflower blue eyes. She had a curvy figure that she’d describe as “extra five” but in truth gave her just a hint of softness, and breasts that a co-worker described aptly as “anime tits”.

All of which should have given her advantages in her love life, which in reality was nothing short of an unmitigated disaster. Losing her v card to the sweaty married night manager, who’d promised her a promotion to assistant manager before railing her in the fryolator supply storage closet. A promise that had not been kept. In fact she later found out that most, if not all the girls on the shift had had a similar encounter with the greasy slimeball.

A cute, somewhat intoxicated jock who propositioned her and creampied her in the washroom over the slop sink in under a minute.

An on again off again attempt at steady dating a skinny co-worker who either couldn’t maintain an erection, or ejaculated before he could even get it in, preferring to jerk off on her tits and leave her to take care of things herself. Which is what she was resigned to do.

The shift had been hectic, and she’d stopped into a bar on the way home, slamming a couple of quick beers, and getting hit on by a creepy guy with a wedding ring, who smelled of cheap bourbon and stale smokes. Never much of a drinker, the beers had made her slightly light headed. And she shuffled a bit and dropped her keys trying to open the back door when she’d arrived home.

Silently she headed up to her room, changed into her pjs and slipped into her bed. She could hear her brother Ethan snoring lightly in his bedroom on the other side of the wall. Almost without thought her fingers found her clit and began the inevitable slog towards a big ole empty cum. It wasn’t so much pleasurable as it was relieving. And soon afterwards she drifted off to sleep.

Her little brother was the smart one. At almost six feet tall he was slender, with sandy straight hair and a thoughtful cast to his face. Ethan was not a jock, eschewing sports in favor of nature hikes and math camps. He towered over his big sister, although metaphorically he looked up to her, considering her plain determination to be one of her most admirable traits.

So when she came home flustered again a few nights later Ethan had been waiting downstairs for her with a surprise.

“Here” He held out his hand.

“What is it?” Misty asked taking the squishy cube from his palm.

“It’s a gummy.” Ethan explained. “I made it in the lab at school. Try it. It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” Misty questioned.

“It’s safe. Just something to relax you” Ethan reassured.

Misty nodded and popped the gummy in her mouth. It tasted sweet and just a little sour at the same time. A few minutes later she felt the beginnings of a warm glow. Everything around her was so agreeable, just the way it should be.

“This is nice. Thanks, Ethan.” She said as she sat down on the couch.

“It’s fine. I just got tired of seeing you coming home every night either amped up or drunk.” He said.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know…” She said.

“It’s just… like it’s becoming a pattern, and I wanted to do something to help you.” Ethan explained. “After all, you’re my big Sis.”

Misty felt good. Not high, but just extremely comfortable. Like everything had soft edges. Ethan had asked her to get him a soda, and she immediately got up and retrieved two from the fridge in the kitchen, handing one to him and sitting down next to him again on the couch.

Ethan had put one of his shows on. It was something in Japanese and she was having trouble following it and making small talk at the same time. Finally, she finished her soda and announced that she was heading to bed, where she fell almost immediately asleep.

She woke up feeling more rested than she had in months. She had slept soundly remembering bits and pieces of a dream where she was living with this guy who only spoke Japanese. In the dream, she still didn’t understand what he was saying, but she somehow did everything as if she did. It was puzzling to Misty, but most things were.

Things were better for a while after that, but gradually the stress crept back in, and she was thinking about heading back to the bar after work one night but didn’t. Arriving home, she found Ethan awake and watching another one of his shows. Suddenly an idea occurred to Misty.

“Hey Ethan, can I ask you something?” She began.

“Sure, Sis! What’s up?” He replied.

“Um did you just make the one gummy thing?” She asked.

“No, it was a batch. You kinda have to make them that way.” Ethan explained.

“Could I… uh… have another one?” She pleaded. “It’s been getting really stressy again at work.”

Ethan disappeared into his room, returning a minute later with another gummy that Misty immediately popped into her mouth and then flopped down on the couch. After a few minutes she felt better.

“Hey, scootch down. You’re in my spot” Ethan teased.

Misty immediately moved down the couch.

“Thanks, Sis. Hey, can you get me a soda?” Ethan asked.

She got up and returned a moment later with sodas. It was weird, but every time Ethan asked her to do something, it made her feel good. Like everything he said to her was… she hunted around for a word… necessary. And doing necessary things well made her feel… special. She liked that.

Later that night she had the dream where she was living with the Japanese guy, only this time she realized that he sounded a lot like Ethan. It was confusing. But he would say stuff to her and she’d do things even though the words didn’t make sense to her brain.

A few nights later she asked again. She quite looked forward to the late-night time she got to spend with Ethan. They’d always been close, and lately she felt closer to him than she ever had. He was really helping her out, and she found herself looking for ways to show her appreciation to him. It really was getting hard to think about anything else.

It became a regular thing for them, and she found that she felt disappointment if she got home and Ethan wasn’t there to greet her. After a few weeks it had just become part of their routine. One night, a while after she’d had her gummy, Ethan asked her something.

“Hey, I know you hate your job, right?” He said.

“Yeah. The people suck, the money sucks, the customers suck. But what choice do I have?” She answered.

“You could get another job… a different job?” Ethan suggested.

“Like what else? It’s all I can do to handle a cash register.” She stated.

“There’s this girl in school who was talking about her older sister.” Ethan began.

“What about her?” Misty asked.

“She’s been working at this club. Dancing. Bringing home lots of money. All cash. It made me think…” Ethan said.

“That I should be a stripper? You know I can’t dance to save my life.” Misty said, mildly shocked that Ethan had even suggested such a thing.

“You’ve never really tried. You could learn. I know you could.” Ethan stated flatly.

“So is that what you want? Your Sister to be a stripper?” Misty replied.

“Look. I just want you to be happy. It’s worth a shot. C’mon. Dance for me?” Ethan asked. “Please?”

Misty wasn’t quite sure why, but suddenly she was in front of her brother, gyrating and moving her hips suggestively. Ethan’s eyes were like saucers, and were glued to her every move. Misty smiled to herself. Maybe he had a point.

Ethan could barely believe what he was seeing. His Sister’s body, moving in ways he’d only dreamt about while masturbating. She was rough, for sure. But she had potential. He watched her move, making her huge tits sway dreamily from side to side. Ethan was hard. She spun around and bent over showing him her perfect ass. He could smell her. Pheromones pinging like pinball machines off his synapses.

Misty saw her brother’s boner tenting his pants. She felt tingly… sexy in a way she’d never felt before. She knew she was doing this to him, and it felt both wrong and exciting at the same time. Her boobs were swaying in her bra, stimulating her nipples which were shooting little jolts of pleasure through her body. She was being naughty, turning her little Brother on like this. It felt good.

“What did you think of that?” She cooed, flopping back down on the couch next to him and pressing the side of her boob against his arm while taking his hand in hers.

“Um… Erm… I think with some practice…”Ethan’s voice trailed off.

“You think I could get good enough?” Misty finished.

“Yeah. With some practice…” Ethan said in a shaky voice glancing down to where her boob was pressed against him.

“I want to practice then… every night. And I want you to be my audience. Every. Night.” Misty concluded.

“Um… Yeah… Sure, Sis.” Ethan agreed.

Later, Misty drifted off to sleep feeling the rhythmic steady vibrations from the other side of the wall, where she knew Ethan was rubbing one out. She smiled to herself, drifting off into a dream where she was living with Ethan who only spoke Japanese, and somehow she obeyed every word of it.

The next night she’d come home from work, had her gummy, and headed up to get changed. Ethan sat on the couch in anticipation when she came back down wearing that skimpy thong bikini swimsuit she’d gotten for vacation last year. It left very little to the imagination. She look incredibly hot. So much so that Ethan could feel the tumescence start in his pajama bottoms before she even started to dance.

“Well? What do you think?” Misty spun around daintily before him.

“Geez, Sis…” Was all Ethan could manage.

Misty started. She been watching some online videos of erotic dancers and had picked up some basic moves. She pressed her boobs together with her arms and arched her back so that they stuck out right at Ethan’s face. It was fun to see his reaction. She began moving to the music in her earbuds, twisting and gyrating, sometimes sweet, sometimes lewd. When she’d open her eyes she could see the huge bulge in Ethan’s pjs. When she closed her eyes she imagined his cock, all rigid and throbbing in there. She spun and squatted down feeling the thong ride up into her pussy crack, knowing Ethan had a clear view.