Thread: The Sister that I "never" wanted

Victorique Morgan had her life turned upside down when her father remarried. He always let her do whatever she wanted and now this new woman was coming in and trying to give her rules. That wasn't even the worst part of it, she lost her second bedroom to the woman's nerdy son. It seemed like he didn't even care about how he looked, or how his hair was. Really, she wanted to give him a total make-over. But it got to the point where she thought that he was either gay or into, what did they call it, 3D characters? She would bet anything that he was a virgin and she liked to tease him by leaving her sexy underwear and bras around, weather they were clean or not. Mostly it was because she wanted someone else to do her laundry for her, but her new step-mother had a lot to say about what she wore, the way she dressed and did her hair and make-up. Needless to say, they did not get along. It wasn't that she was stupid, she got usually good grades, but her math Professor was riding her hard. Not to mention, math was her least favorite subject. The Professor gave her an D on the last test and told her that she should probably get a tutor. Walking down the hall, she saw her new step-brother and waved to him, watch the hall, make sure no one comes in until I say so. She paused a moment before walking into the room thinking, before she turned to him and said Actually, you should come in and take pictures for me, but just hide yourself and don't let the professor see you. After that, she walked into the room, the professor looking up at her with annoyance on his face. Which was why she was dressed to kill for this one purpose, six inch killer heels, a short plaid skirt, white button up blouse, and a tie. The perfect look for a naughty school girl. Professor, I was wondering if I could talk to you about raising my grade. This is the only class I am having problems with. She spoke as she walked down the stairs giving him little peeps of her garter and thigh highs, just barely an inch away from showing him her red lace underwear. She could tell that he was watching her descend the stairs, even though he tried to hide it behind a face of frustration. I told you, Miss Morgan, that you need to get a tutor for this class. I can set it up for you if you'd like, I'm sure we can find someone willing enough to teach you. His dull voice just droned on and went in one ear and out the other. When she got down to the bottom, she walked across the floor towards his desk and sat down on top of it, raising up one of her legs so that her skirt would bunch up. She took hold of his tie and played with it, bringing him somewhat towards her. Her lips were turned down into a pout as she leaned down, putting her face closer to his. But, Professor, I was hoping that I could work it out with you. Reaching down, she grabbed his hand and brought it up to her legs, high up on her thighs so that he would be touching her flesh. Its a deal we could both get something out of. He was so close to her now that she could feel his body heat, leaning down, she placed her lips against his and parted her thighs so that his hand could move up further. Wouldn't you agree, Professor?