13 comments/ 117245 views/ 13 favorites Oliver Teases His Sister By: chosak My sister layed there, sprawled out on the sofa; eyes glued to the television. She was in one of her horror movie phases where she watched a different horror movie everyday. Today it was Nightmare on Elm Street. You could tell she was engrossed in it from the way her little hand was gripping the edge of the sofa. My sister, whose name was Miracle, was quite petite. She only stood about four ten, actually. She had black hair, cut in choppy layers and side swept bangs. There was a small, silver stud in her nose from when she had gotten it pierced a few years ago. Her eighteenth birthday had just been a couple days ago. Overall, she was rather appealing to the eye. Though I would never tell her that. We were a few notches above normal sibling rivalry, even though I was only a year older. She was always telling me what a dick, asshole, or jackass I was. Probably because I was always teasing her which made her pissed off at me. She also said that I was to full of myself. Which was true, to some extent. From my place on the stairs, I continued to gaze over at her. Then, I got an idea. Casually, I walked past her heading for the front door. "Bye, Miracle. I’m going to play basketball with some friends." I said. "Mhm," she said absentmindedly, waving her hand for me to go away. With that I closed the front door, after I was outside. Walking around to the back of the house, I crept in the back door -- luckily it was open. Hoping I was unheard, I tiptoed down the hall and up the steps to my room. Picking up my cell phone, I cleared my throat. I dialed the house number, and waited. "Mmm?" said. "Hey baby." I said into the phone, mustering my best Freddy Krueger voice. Then, I hung up. Waiting five minutes, I called again. "Hello?" Miracle said after the phone rang several times. "I see you Miracle. How's your movie?" I asked her, still sounding like Freddy. I hung up. Then, I called once more. "Don't fall asleep, Miracle." I whispered, referring to how Freddy Krueger killed his victims in their sleep. I closed my phone before she could speak. I was aiming to make her terrified. Hopefully it was working. I pressed redial. "Freddy's comin' for you, baby." I whispered into the phone. Ending the call, I chuckled softly to myself. Then, I decided that was good enough. Getting up, I walked downstairs quietly to see the back of the couch, and Miracle sitting up, frozen in place. Perfect, I thought. Determinded to be unseen and unheard, I tiptoed to the light switch and flicked it out, then ducked behind the couch. She whimpered softly. Crawling to the side of the sofa, I kneeled. Waiting for the right time, I finally did it. "BOO!" I screamed, jumping out, to the side of her. Startled, she fell off of the couch, onto the floor. "Oliver, you fucking bastard! I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna get you! OLIVER!" she screamed loud enough to wake the dead. I stood there, doubled over with laughter, tears coming down my eyes. Finally, I calmed down, while she laid there with an angry look on her face. "Damn, I just love it when you scream my name like that." I teased her. I often did things like this, with no intention of actually meaning it. "You're such a fucking bitch. I hate you," she snarled, standing up and storming out of the room. Talk about not being able to take a joke. I rolled my eyes, and flopped out on the couch. Turning off the movie, I turned the channel to Jerry Springer. After awhile, I thought I heard something. I couldn't make out what it was. Pausing the television, I listened. It was coming from upstairs. I followed the voice, and it lead me to my sister's room. Opening the door I found her, sitting on her bed... crying! I never thought that I would see the day she would cry. You have to know she was one of those 'tough' girls who could and would 'tell off' just about everyone. She saw me, and immediately glared and shook her head. "Don't you knock? Get the fuck out." she hissed, getting up, and wiping her eyes free of tears. Heading over to me, she tried to push me out. Which wasn't working to well, since she was three times smaller than me. Finally, she realized it was pointless and stopped, shaking her head. I was speechless, and still awestruck she had been crying. "What?" she snapped, seeing the expression on my face. I shook my head. "Nothing." I finally said. "You are a jackass..." she said softly. This was so different. I could see the look in her eyes. It wasn’t anger, anymore. It was... hurt? This was so weird. Miracle, my sister, was hurt. Today was just full of surprises. I tilted my head to the side, and stared down at her. "Look, I’m... sorry. For scaring you..." I said, having trouble. I didn’t apologize often, you see. "No you’re not. You thought.. and still do think it was hilarious!" she objected, putting her hands on her hips. "Meh, you’re right," I shrugged. That was true. No sense in lying. She shoved me. "You’re horrible." Miracle told me, trying to suppress a laugh. I grinned down at her. "You’re my wittle sister. Do you really think I’d let big bad Freddy Krueger get you?" I teased her, tickling her in her ribs a little. She giggled. "I hate you," she laughed, pushing me away. "You need to relax. You’re so tense, Miracle," Oliver said. "Tsk, Tsk." "Relax!? How the fuck am I supposed to do that with certain PEOPLE calling and acting like serial killers?" she asked sarcastically, putting a hand on her hip again. Damn, she looked so cute like that. Pushing the thought out of my mind, I chuckled. "Mmm, like this." I said to her, moving so I was behind her. Putting my hands firmly but gently on her shoulders, I began to massage her shoulders. "Ooh, that’s nice." she said softly, letting her shoulders drop. We walked back downstairs into the living room, and I saw on the sofa, while she sat on the floor in front of me. I continued to massage her shoulders, and we turned the movie back on. Eventually, she got back on the sofa, and was currently resting her head on my chest with my hand on her thigh. This was so odd! Usually, she didn’t even want to be in the same room with me, let alone this! About an hour later, it was a little past midnight and I peered at her face. Her eyes were closed. She was sleeping. Miracle just looked so adorable when she was sleeping. Peaceful. After some time, I fell asleep as well, forgetting that our parents were due to come home early the next day. TO BE CONTINUED.... Note; Please tell me your opinions of my story. There’s still more to come, and I know there’s no hardcore sex yet, or anything, but please tell me your comments and anything else through the link below. Thanks! Oliver Teases His Sister Ch. 02-03 This is parts two and three to Oliver Teases His Sister. I noticed a comment about it being short; so I combined the two. I'm fully aware nothing is happening yet. But, being a girl, I am a big cornball for romance and what not. I, as a person pointed out in the comments, like a good build-up. So, please, be patient. And I always enjoy some constructive criticism and/or positive comments as well. (: Thank you and I hope you enjoy my story. ***** The next day, I woke up to the phone ringing. Groggily, I reached behind me to the phone. "Mmm?" I said into the phone. "Hey Ols." It was our mother. "Your father and I have to stay a few more days. Our boss was unhappy with some of the plans." his mother sighed softly. "I hope you're not driving your sister crazy." she added. "No, Mom. We're fine." he chuckled. "Okay, I'll see you in a few days, hun. I left enough money in the jar for food, and everything else." she told him. "'Kay, don't worry. Have fun," he grinned, then pressed the off button on the phone. Meanwhile, Miracle stirred in her sleep. She blinked and looked up at Oliver. "Who was that?" she mumbled. "Mom," Oliver shrugged. "She's not coming back for a few days." he smirked. "Oh..." she said, a nervous expression appearing on her face. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Miracle laughed nervously. "No reason." he snickered, gently nudging her up. He sat up. "So what are you making me for lunch?" Oliver asked with another smirk after he glanced at the clock which read one o' clock. She groaned, and shoved him. "Nothing. I'm not your maid," she said irritably. "I know. But maybe you could just put on one of those little french maid outfits, and make me some food? You can call it... assisting my hunger needs." he nodded. "With a hint of entertainment." She rolled her eyes. "Don't get your hopes up." she said flatly, standing up. "Aww, you're no fun." he pouted. With that, she trotted up the stairs and then into the bathroom to take a shower. I shook my head, and chuckled a bit. Standing up, I headed into the kitchen and grabbed a pop tart. About a half an hour later, she came back downstairs. "Mmm, thanks," she smirked, taking the rest of my pop tart. "Hey!" I protested, reaching to take it back. But she turned away from me and walked away. "Oh, get over it," she snickered, popping the pastry into her mouth. I maneuvered around her so I was standing in front of her. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pressed her against the wall. "You know, Miracle. You really shouldn't steal my pop tart. Who knows what I could do to you," I whispered in her ear, putting my hands on the wall on either side of her. "Ooh, I'm so scared," she sighed dramatically. "What are you gonna do to me?" Miracle questioned just as dramatically. I smirked at her and shook my head taking a step back. "See, hun. You love me to much," she said a half smile appearing on her face. "You wouldn't hurt your little sister," Miracle told me. I slung an arm on her shoulder. "Of course I wouldn't. You're just way to adorable." I cooed, poking her in the ribs. She giggled and pushed my hand away. "Looks like someone is just as ticklish as they were when they were younger," I laughed, poking her some more. "S-Stop!" she protested. "I'm serious!" Miracle insisted, pushing my hand away again, whilst laughing. "What are you going to do for me, if I stop poking you?" I asked her, arching an eyebrow at her. "Uhh. Not beat you up." Miracle laughed. I began to laugh as well. "Beat me up?" I questioned, dropping my other hand down to tickle her. "Y-Yes," she managed to choke out, in a fit of laughter. "I'm going to beat you up." Miracle said again. In one swift motion, I put an arm behind her knees and lifted her up. "AHHH!" she yelled. "What are you doing?" Miracle asked me. I just chuckled. "Put me down!" she exclaimed, swinging her legs. But I was several times bigger than she was so it didn't work much. "OLIVER!" Miracle shouted in my ear. "PUT ME DOWN!" "Shh, Miracle." I told her. "What if our neighbors call the cops or something." I said. She rolled her eyes. "Good." With that, I walked out of the room and into the living room. I put her on the sofa, and sat down beside her. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again -- you need to loosen up." I told her. She rolled her eyes at me, again. "There you go again. Rolling those eyes." I chuckled, tickling her in the ribs. "Better watch out. Keep doing that, and the might get stuck." I laughed, still tickling her while she tried not to laugh. "Oliver! Oliver! Stop!" Miracle pleaded, pushing my hands away and crossing her arms over her stomach. "When can I do so that you'll stop tickling me?" "Hmm." I said, arching an eyebrow at her. "Will you do anything?" "Depends," she said, tilting her head at me with a curious expression on her face and shrugging. "Welll," I grinned. "I heard about that little party you went to." I began. Now she arched an eyebrow at me. "What party?" she asked innocently. "Oh, Miracle. Give it up. I already know. My friend was there. He told me all about it. You - apparently - were quite tipsy and decided to stand on the table and do a little strip tease." I said, waiting for her reaction. A wave of red came over her face. She was blushing. "Erm, I was drunk..." she mumbled. "Whatever," I said waving my hand in a dismissing motion. "Sooo, what'd your friend say?" she asked, trying to sound like she didn't really care. Then, I got an idea. With a small grin, I laughed softly. "Oh, he said it was alright." I shrugged. "He said I didn't miss anything that great." "What?!" she yelled. "Psh, he don't know what he is talking about. Everyone loved me." she said, shaking her head. "Really?" I asked her. "Mhm, a bunch of guys were coming up to me after." she added, glancing at hme for a brief minute. "Maybe you could show me? And I'll tell you if you're good, or not. AND I'll stop tickling you." I told her. "I dunno. I don't want you to get horny, or anything," she laughed. "Oh, it's not like it's anything new," I half-joked, with a smirk. "Fine, I will." she said. "But you have to stop tickling me." Miracle told me. "Okay," I agreed. So, she got off the couch, and walked over to the stereo. Turning it on, she turned the dial to a station with a smooth sounding song on it. She walked back over to me with a grin upon her face and looked up at me again. I leaned back into the sofa, eager. Then, she started to rock her hips to the song. Slowly she brought her hands to the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it just below her bra, as if to tease me. I couldn't believe it; my beautiful little sister was stripping for me -- so I would stop tickling her. Although, I doubted that was the whole truth. A lusty expression was on my face, as she teased me yet again by pulling her shirt up just below her bra. Miracle laughed. "Calm down, Oliver. Nothing's off yet." I huffed. "Easy for you to say." With that, she got back to her task. Miracle slid her shirt off of her head and tossed it on the floor beside her. We never bathed together when we were younger; or anything like that. Occasionally, I got a few peeks. However, I have never seen her topless before. Her breasts weren't very large. She was a B, or so. But, I liked it that way. Miracle turned around and shook her butt a little bit, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down just a little. After doing this a few more times, and looking over her shoulder at me with a seductive little smile, she finally slid the jeans off of her hips and then kicked them to the side. Adorning her hips were a pair of pink and white striped string bikini panties. I wasn't too sure; but it seemed as if there was a small wet spot, as well. Turning around, the girl grinned at me; thoroughly enjoying every moment of this. She wasn't the only one. With one final wiggle of her hips, she plopped down on the couch beside me. "That's it?" I questioned, an eyebrow arched at her. "Don't you think you should be grateful with what you've got?" Miracle asked me. I moaned softly. If I pushed her too much; then I wouldn't be getting anything. "You're rather good at that." I observed. She giggled. "I know..." I was beginning to realize that Miracle wasn't as naïve as I had previously thought. She knows what her little strip tease did to me. However, I knew what happened when she was in control of situations. And I just couldn't let that happen. So, I changed the subject. "Any plans for today?" I asked suddenly. "Nope... you've got me all to yourself today," she grinned mischievously. She wasn't going to make this easy for me. "Actually, I'm going out with some friends," I said casually, with a small shrug; staring at her face to study her reaction. Her grin faded. "Where? With who? You're leaving me?" she asked, with a frown. "My friends asked me if I wanted to go somewhere tonight. I'll be back later." I told her. She scowled at me. With that, I got up and headed into my bedroom to look at some porn. An hour passed, and I went into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. The whole time, I didn't hear Miracle at all. This made me slightly nervous. A couple more hours passed. By now, I was looking good; with a black dress shirt and dark wash jeans. I trotted downstairs; not seeing my sister anywhere. I shrugged, and glanced at the clock. It was almost six o'clock. "MIRACLE!" I yelled, glancing around the house. "I'm leaving!" Nothing. I bit my lip. She's probably just mad I'm leaving, and ignoring me. I thought, shaking my head. With that, I grabbed the car keys to my father's car; which he left, in case we needed to go anywhere. Shutting the door behind me, I drove to my friend's house; where we were meeting at. ***** FIVE HOURS LATER ***** For some reason, Miracle was in the back of my mind the entire time I was out. Walking into the house, I slipped out of my shoes and shouted, "Miracle!" I waited a few moments. No answer. Was she really that annoyed at me? I looked in the kitchen for a note; if she had decided to leave, or something. I didn't find one. I looked around the house; wondering what the hell could have happened to my sister. Then, I heard a noise. I tilted my head to the side. Miracle? I heard the noise again and walked toward it. It led to me Miracle's bedroom door. Quietly, I opened the door. To my utter shock, there was Miracle lying across her bed. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. Her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped; her hand was in them. I stifled a laugh. I would have never imagined my sister would ever masturbate. My next thoughts were whether to barge in, or walk away. I could always tease her about it later. I lingered a few more moments and then tiptoed to my room and stripped down to some comfier clothing. I stood there, in my sweatpants, totally dumbfounded; and moreover; curious. What had she been thinking about? How could I casually mention this to her? Could I even get her to reveal what her thoughts had been? I would certainly try. I headed back into the living room and flipped on the television. Shortly after, I heard footsteps coming down the steps. "Oh, hey Ollie." She said, noticing me on the sofa. "How was your date?" she teased, walking into the kitchen to prepare some dinner. "Mm, it was good," I winked at her. "You hungry?" she asked. "Nah, I got some food, when I was out." I told her. I switched the channel again, to the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She emerged out of the kitchen, bowl of macaroni and cheese in hand. "Oliver!" she whined. "This movie scares the shit out of me!" Miracle said. I shook my head at her. "That makes no sense, Miracle. You love horror movies." "Everyone except this one." She told me. I chuckled. "Don't worry, babe. I'll protect you from the big, bad chain saw killer." I cooed, patting the seat next to me. She rolled her eyes, but sat down. Miracle jumped a few times and was quiet for most of the movie. About half way through, I put an arm around her; gauging her reaction. She didn't so much as look at me. More time passed. She sat sideways now, stretching her legs across my lap. After the movie was over, I decided now was the time to confront her. I glanced over at her. "So, Miracle..." I began. "I'm wondering. What do you think about when you're masturbating? Or do you look at porn or something, before?" I asked, as causally as possible. This clearly took her by surprise. "I don't masturbate." Miracle told me, with a disgusted look on her face. I chuckled. "I saw you earlier. I came, and couldn't find you. I heard some noises. They led me to your room. And the noises were you, moaning," I explained. Her face was frozen. Apparently stripping for me was one thing; and me know that she masturbated was another. A glare appeared on her face and she took her legs off of me. She didn't know what to say. "It was actually kinda hot..." I told her, with an amused smirk. "Made me horny." "You were watching me!?" she cried out, letting out a soft growl. "Ooh, that's hot. Growl at me some more," I said smiling at her. She looked as if she was going to kill me. "OLIVER!" she yelled, standing up. I stood up as well, towering over her. "Damn, Miracle. I wish you'd scream my name like that more often," I said. Apparently that did it. She lunged at me. Taken by surprised, she knocked me to the ground. Once I realized what had happened, I shook my head and moved so that her arms were spread out on the floor. My hands were pinning her wrists the ground and I was kneeling over her. She was breathing hard and glowering up at me. I took a deep breath and arched an eyebrow down at her. "I will admit; you took me by surprise there." I nodded. She just glared up at me. Miracle still didn't say anything. So I dared to continue. "That was hot. You should be aggressive like that more often." I wiggled my eyebrows at her. There was silence between us for awhile, and her face softened. Her body relaxed. "You are something." She finally said to me, shaking her head. I laughed. "You want it." I winked at her. Miracle began to laugh. "Can you get off of me?" she asked. I stared at her for a bit. Then, I made a decision. Lowering my head, I gently planted my lips to hers. Oliver Teases His Sister Ch. 04 This is the fourth chapter of Oliver Teases His Sister. (: Enjoy & comments are good. *** Seconds later, I broke the kiss and lifted my head up, staring down at my sister. She had a look of shock on her face. I raised an eyebrow at her, as moments of silence passed by, waiting for some kind of reaction. Suddenly, her expressionless face got a glare upon it. "Get off of me," Miracle hissed, trying to get up. A puzzled look appeared on my face, as I shook my head and stood up, wondering if I had made a mistake. She got up and stormed out of the room, and to her room. I plopped on the couch, trying to figure out what just happened. Why had she gotten so mad? She pretty much willingly stripped for me. But when I kissed her, she got pissed at me? I shook my head. Pulling my legs onto the sofa, I finished the movie and tried to forget about Miracle and her mixed signals. Hours later, I heard footsteps. By now, it was pretty late; around one in the morning. Miracle walked in the room, and sat down by me. I glanced at her. She was staring at the television. Should I say something? "Bi-polar, much?" I said finally. She looked over at me. "Sorry." Miracle mumbled. Sorry? Did she just say sorry? I shook my head slightly. This girl boggled my mind; and I loved it in some weird, twisted kind of way. "What? Why?" I asked, clearly confused. She sighed softly. "I didn't mean to... freak out..." Miracle explained, biting her lip slightly, which reminded of when I saw her masturbating. I stifled a laugh. But, she caught it anyway. "What?" she demanded, glaring at me again. "I'm apologizing to you and you're laughing at me?" Miracle asked, her tone getting louder. There was no point in hiding it now. I began to laugh, then shook my head. "You biting your lip reminded me of when you were masturbating." I told her, between laughs. She sighed loudly, shaking her head. Then, she looked back up at me with a small smile, as if she was trying to hide it. "Even little ol' me gets horny," she finally said, with a short laugh. "You? Horny?" I said, amused. I sat there, contemplating them; some very inappropriate images flashing across my mind. "It depends." Miracle finally said, peering at me out of the corner of her eye. "Hmm?" "You asked me earlier if I looked at porn or used my imagination. Both. It depends." Miracle told me. "Hmm, which was it today?" I asked her. "Imagination." "Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, and facing her now. "What were you thinking about?" "You." "Really?" I said, a smug grin appearing spreading across my lips. "Explain, further please." She rolled her eyes at me. "No." Miracle said. "You cannot just leave me hanging like that." I protested. "Or else what?" Miracle asked. I chuckled. "Don't test me dear," I told her, with a sly grin. "That's what I thought," she countered, with a satisfied smirk. I rose an eyebrow at her. In a rather quick, swift motion I picked her up, and put her over my shoulder. "OLIVER!" she shrieked. "PUT ME DOWN!" "I told you not to test me," I said easily, in a sing-song voice. "You are so fucking annoying!" she yelled. "Oh, is that really what you think?" I asked, chuckling. I began to walk toward the front door. "Oliver... what the hell are you doing?" Miracle hissed. "Oh, just putting you outside and locking the door." I said, nonchalantly. "OLIVER!" Miracle wailed, beginning to kick. "What? It's not that cold outside. You'll be fine. And if any mysterious or creepy looking men come down the street, just tell them your big brother is right inside." I told her, tightening my grip on her. "OLIVER!" she yelped, her voice catching. I opened the door, and took a step outside. She began to yell a various amount of curses. "Stop yelling. The neighbors are going to call the cops." I said, as she continued to kick. "NO!" she screamed. "PUT ME DOWN!" "Okay, if you say so -- " "NO! INSIDE!" she interjected. "You have to apologize, first." I told her. "Fuck no. I didn't do anything!" she snapped. "Alriiiight.." I put her on the ground, and blocked the door. "No, no, wait," Miracle said. "I'm sorry." "For?" "Saying you were annoying," she said quickly. "That wasn't very believable..." I said slowly, beginning to open the door a crack. "I'm really sorry I called you annoying. Really, really sorry..." Miracle said. "Fiiine," I said, opening the door all the way with my hand on the doorknob. "Ladies first," I said sweetly, gesturing for her to back inside. She scowled at me, but walked inside. I walked in after her and shut the door, locking it. Wordlessly, she sat down on the couch and crossed her arms, clearly angry. I put my hands on either side of her, on the couch and leaned forward. "You know I would never leave you out there." I said seriously. She didn't say anything; just stared at the ground. "Miiiiracle," I cooed. "Are you ignoring me now?" No response. "Okay, okay. Fine." I shrugged, sitting at the far end of the couch. I reached for the remote control to the television. Flipping through, I found a movie. Endless moments of silence passed. "You're a dick." Miracle said simply, staring at me. I chuckled slightly. "I know." She shook her head, and averted her eyes back to the television. I sighed, barely audibly, feeling a small twinge of guilt and slid next to her. "I really wouldn't have left you out there, alone. I may be an asshole. And I may have done... and will do... a lot of other things. But, I would not do that. Sorry..." I said, looking at her. She looked back at me, again. "It's okay," she sighed, shaking her head at me. "Damnit, I hate you," she said lightly, with a faint smile. "Me?" I asked innocently. "I can never stay mad at you." She admitted. "I noticed." I said, putting an arm around her. We remained like that for awhile. It had begun to rain. The house was silent except for the sound of the rain hitting it. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked curiously, looking up at me. "You're beautiful," I replied, not missing a beat. "Really?" she asked, after a pause. "If I thought you were unattractive, I'd let you know." I chuckled. "Why do you ask?" I questioned. Miracle seemed to think about this for a moment. "Just wondering..." she shrugged. I turned my head back into the direction of the television, after she remained quiet for a bit. Moments later, she moved and stood in front of me. "Mmm?" I said, looking up at her. She put a finger to my lips, and then kneeled on either side of me. I arched an eyebrow at her, wondering what, exactly she was doing; not that I was complaining. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Dipping her head down, she kissed me, parting her lips slightly, her tongue probing mine. My hands moved to her hips, not bothering to give this any second thoughts. I broke the kiss and moved my lips to her neck and began to kiss her collarbone and bite it lightly. A small moan escaped her lips, barely audible. I pulled back a bit later, looking at her. "Like that?" I questioned, with a knowing smirk. "Why'd you stop?" Miracle whined, now sitting on my lap. I chuckled. "Hmm..." I said. To be honest, I wasn't sure why I stopped. However, I needed a witty answer. "Good things take time?" I said, forming it like a question. She narrowed her eyes at me. "What?" I asked. "I don't understand you." Miracle told me. "Hours ago, you were practically lying on top of me, and then you kissed me. Now, I kiss you and you pull away." "But you ran away from me." I reminded her, sliding my hands up her shirt and resting them on the small of her back. She rolled her eyes, seemingly giving up. "You're so weird..." Miracle finally said, shaking her head. "I know. You love it," I chuckled, sliding my hands to her sides and running my fingers up and down them. "That's distracting." Miracle told me, clearing her throat. Oliver Teases His Sister Ch. 05 (I've decided that from now on, the story will be in third person. Mostly because I keep forgetting that I am writing in first person. Sorry! Hope you like it. Leave comments, please!) * "You're so sensitive," Oliver chuckled, pulling on her waist to get her to sit on his lap. "I can't help it!" she whined, sitting on his lap and resting her head on his chest. Moments later, a curious smile began to appear on her brother's face. "What?" she asked. "I have a question." He said slowly, arching an eyebrow at her. "Are you a virgin?" She narrowed her eyes at him and rolled her eyes. "What do you think?" she asked. He thought about this for a moment. "I don't think you are." Oliver told her. Miracle laughed shortly. "So you think I'm a little hoe?" "No, I just don't think you're a virgin. You asked her what I thought." He said honestly, with a small shrug. "Right. Well you're right." Miracle laughed. He shook his head. "I felt guilty there for a minute. But I can't believe you! Shame on you, missy." He jokingly lectured her. "How many?" he inquired. "Just one." "Do I know him?" Oliver asked. "Umm... well..." she said slowly, biting her lip and looking off to the side. "What?" he said curtly. "You do know him." "How well?" Oliver said, glaring at her. "Very well." He made a face at her. "Oh my god. Who, Miracle?" "Uhh..." Oliver gave her a look. "Matt." she said softly. "What?!" Oliver yelled. "As in, her best friend Matt?!" he asked, glaring at her. "When did this happen? How the hell did you guys even meet? When did you even find the time to do that? I'll fucking kill him!" he continued. Miracle glared back at him. "None of your business, Oliver. I'm eighteen. I'm old enough to make my own choices!" she yelled right back. "So it happened when you were eighteen, then?" he asked icily. "No..." she said slowly. "When, then?" "Like, last year I think." "Last year?! He was nineteen, Miracle! When you were seventeen? Ugh!" he yelled. "Why the hell do you even care? It's none of your fucking business, Oliver." she repeated. "It's my best friend! He's not supposed to be having sex with my younger sister!" Oliver yelled some more. He shook his head. "What happened, exactly? Tell me." Miracle gave him a dirty look and stood up. "No. I'm not telling you what happened. Like I just said twice; it's not your business! And don't say anything to him about it, Oliver!" she told him. "Oh, hell no. I'm going to tell him, alright. I'm going to ask him what the fuck was wrong with him, that he would fuck my little sister." Oliver yelled. She stared at him for a moment, taken aback. "What do you mean what the fuck was wrong with him?" she hissed, glaring daggers at him. "You know what, Oliver? Fuck you." she snapped, wheeling around and heading to her room. "Wait, Miracle. That's not how I meant it..." Oliver sighed softly, walking after her. "Save it." she said, walking into her room and slamming the door. It seemed like every time they started talking, he would say something to piss her off. She sighed, and walked into her room. He was such a douche bag. Why was it such a big deal that she had sex with Matt? Then she thought about it. If he would have had sex with one of her friend's, she would have killed both of them. She bit her lip. Maybe she had over reacted. Maybe he had a right to be mad. Oh well. She dismissed the thought. There was no way she was apologizing. Miracle collapsed on her bed, and buried her face in the pillow. Hopefully he wouldn't say anything to Matt... Much later, she awoke suddenly to a bad dream. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were watering, but couldn't remember the dream. She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She always had the worst of dreams. The same thing would happen; she'd wake up crying but was never able to remember what happened. Her thoughts immediately shifted to what had happened earlier with her brother. She glanced at the clock. It was two thirty in the morning. Only hesitating for a moment, she slid out of bed and walked to Oliver's bedroom, unsure if he would be asleep. Quietly, she opened the door, to see him lying in his bed. She tiptoed to the side of his bed. "Oliver..." Miracle said softly. He stirred slightly, and moved so he was lying on his back. "Miracle?" he mumbled. "What's wrong?" She debated what to tell him. He knew she had bad dreams, and always make fun of her for it. But that was only part of the reason she had decided to come. "I wanted to apologize." she told him. He blinked a few times, and opened his eyes and glanced at the clock. "At two am you decided to come apologize?" he asked groggily. She paused for a moment. "I also had a bad dream," she admitted. He chuckled softly. She crossed her arms awkwardly, as a chill passed through the room. Oliver looked up at her and scooted over in his bed, lifting the blanket up. Without thinking about it, Miracle climbed into his bed. "Go ahead." He said softly. I stayed silent for a moment. "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier..." Miracle told him, snuggling up to his side and resting her head on his chest. She sighed softly, draping a leg over his. He put his arm around her. "After thinking about it, I would have been pissed, too..." Miracle told him, absentmindedly drawing on his chest with her finger. "It's okay, Miracle." Oliver said. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you, too." He told her. She didn't respond, and they remained quiet for awhile longer. "Have you noticed every time we start to get along I get pissed at you?" she asked softly. "Yeah." Oliver said, his hand wandering underneath the back of her shirt. He began to slide his fingers up and down the length of her back. Her skin was so smooth. The room was quiet, except for Miracle and Oliver's breathing. "I can't believe you had sex with Matt," Oliver said, with a small laugh. "Ehh, it wasn't exactly... fun." Miracle confessed awkwardly. Again it grew silent, and Oliver's hand slid around to her stomach, running his fingers along the smooth flesh. "That tickles," Miracle laughed a bit, flinching. He kept doing for a bit longer. Then, he moved his hand up higher and traced a line over the top of her breast. Her body trembled, just slightly. "Oh, you like that?" he questioned, clearly amused. Needless to say, Oliver was getting horny and having his sexy little sister in his bed was not helping. Neither were all the dirty thoughts racing through his mind. He decided to see how far she would let him go. His hand found her bra clasp and undid it in one swift motion. He moved away a bit, to kneel over her. Even in the dark, he could make out her facial expression, which seemed a bit worried. "Just relaxed, baby," he breathed softly, putting his hands on either side of her hips, working his way up to take off her shirt. After her shirt was off, she slid out of her bra and Oliver saw her glorious breasts; just about a handful each. Her nipples weren't too small, or too large. He cupped her breasts, and flicked her nipples, rubbing them, twisting them mercilessly. He glanced at her face, to gage her reaction. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was thoroughly enjoying it. He dipped his head, and placed his mouth on her breast, sucking her delicious nipple. She stirred, emitting a soft sound from her lips. Oliver began to kiss her breasts, leaving a trail of kisses down her flat stomach. When he got just above her jeans, he looked up at her and raised his eyebrows; as if asking permission. She gave a slight nod, and he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Slowly sliding them down her hips, he smiled at the sight of her cute little panties. They were string bikini with pink and white stripes. He kissed the sensitive area, along her waist causing Miracle to sharply inhale. After that, he began to kiss the inside of her thighs. Oliver put a finger to her panties. They were soaked. Lowering his head, he grabbed the top of her panties with his teeth, and slid them down the length of her body. To his delight, she was shaven. He slid his finger, just barely, up the length of her little snatch; her juices coating his finger. He rubbed her clit for a bit, trying to find the right spot. A moan escaped her lips, and he grinned, making circular motions on her clit, faster now. Just as she was close, or so Oliver thought, he stopped. Miracle groaned at the tension between her legs. "Calm down," her older brother soothed. Lowering his head once again, he licked up her snatch. Miracle moaned again. He sucked on the little nub, and gently bit on it causing Miracle to moan even louder. Oliver sucked a bit harder, which sent her over the edge. Her muscles tensed, her back arched, and Miracle came. She exhaled deeply, and whimpered softly afterwards. Oliver chuckled softly, amused at his cute little sister. "Damn, that was good," Miracle said quietly. She moved so their places were switched. "Now it's my turn big brother." She chuckled. Oliver Teases His Sister Ch. 06 Miracle licked her lips in an erotic way which instantly made Oliver's cock twitch. Giggling, she undid his belt and his jeans, pulling them down with Oliver helping. His cock instantly sprang to life. She giggled again, and wrapped one of her small hands around it. A guttural moan passed his lips at the sudden contact. Miracle lowered her head onto his shaft, bobbing her head up and down the length of it. As her lips slid off of it, it made a popping sound. Oliver glanced down at his baby sister. Her lips were glistening from the pre-cum on her lips. His cock tingled. She smiled up at him, and went down again tickling his balls. Moments later, he let go. "Ughh, Miracle! I'm gonna cum!" he said. In one swift motion, Miracle kept her mouth around his cock, and sucked all of his cum up. "Damn, Miracle," he said, raising an eyebrow at her. She licked the remaining sticky, white stuff off of her lips and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "I want you." Miracle said simply. With that, she climbed on top of him. Oliver's eyes widened slightly. He loved when a girl took charge. It drove him wild. Without another moment's thought, Miracle wrapped a hand around his cock again and guided it to her hole. She gasped when it entered her. Oliver groaned again. She was so damn tight. As she rode him, Oliver was in pure bliss. "Oh, damn, Oliver. Give it to me! Fuck your little sister! Punish me! I'm a bad girl!" Miracle screamed. Oliver liked a vocal girl; and this was just too much for him. For the second time, he came. For a split second, it crossed his mind that he wasn't wearing a condom. Seconds later, Miracle orgasmed as well with a final moan. "Uh, damn." Oliver said, as Miracle nestled beside him, breathing rather heavily. "Yeah." She said. Then, they fell asleep; entwined together. *** The following day, Oliver woke up first. He rubbed his temple with his free arm. Then, he realized Miracle was there and he remembered what had happened last night. "I fucked my sister," Oliver said out loud, as if in disbelief. Miracle lifted her head. "What?" she asked groggily. "Nothing," Oliver told her, ruffling her hair. He shook his head a bit, and smiled at her. "What?" she asked again, giving him a strange look. He shook his head again. She shrugged. "C'mon. I'll make breakfast." Miracle said, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. "We should probably put some clothes on, first." Oliver chuckled. "Oh, right..." Miracle said, dashing into her room and putting on a tank top and pajama pants. "Meet you downstairs!" she yelled. As Miracle was taking out a pan, the sibling's parent's car pulled into the driveway. "OLIVER, THEY'RE HOME!" Miracle yelled. And just in time, she thought, pulling out some eggs to make French toast. Their parents walked in the door. "Oh, you're up early!" her mother said, with a smile. Oliver trotted down the stairs. "Oh, you too?" she said. Miracle grinned mischievously. "We had a long night." She snickered. Oliver shot her a look. "How was your trip?" Oliver questioned, sitting at the table. Their parents began to explain about their trip. However, Oliver wasn't exactly paying attention. He was too distracted by Miracle's sweet little butt. "You guys hungry?" Miracle suddenly asked, turning around and noticing Oliver staring at her. She shook her spatula at him and shook her head. "Oh, yes!" Their parents said, sitting down. After they were done, Miracle declared she was taking a shower and gave a seductive little smile to Oliver. He dismissed himself as well, following her up the stairs. "What?" he asked, following her as she walked into the bathroom. "Didn't you just hear me? I said I was taking a shower. Well, we are," she shrugged. "They're right down there! They could hear us; are you crazy?" Oliver said, shaking his head at his sister. "I know. It's more fun." She nodded. He shook his head again. "Okay, fine..." Miracle gave a little shrug as she began to undress. "Damnit," Oliver said. "Fine." She giggled. "I knew you'd see it my way." He shed his clothes in a matter of seconds, and they both disappeared behind the shower curtain. ******** Leave feedback, please. It's much loved. How can I improve? I know it was kind of a crappy ending & short. I'll try to work on better ones in future stories. Thanks for reading the conclusion!