Thread: Sensual Beginning [HotTexasCowboy x Juicy Fresh]

Bailey was already in a sulky mood when he came home from school. After all, this was supposed to be an open weekend, the parents out of town, leaving him in charge of baby sister and free to indulge himself in party time. But some news from the gang at school had soured him a bit. Jake himself didn't tell him, but other members of the circle snickered to Bailey that Jake had hit on his sister, and she'd agreed to go out with him. Bailey knew Jake was a player, a guy with his sights on running up his score. All the girls in school swooned over him, the most handsome and studly guy on campus, star of the football team, yadda yadda. Bailey knew Jake took full advantage of it to charm whoever he liked, date 'em, fuck 'em, and move on. Bailey didn't get why Jake would be interested in Lauren, except that, now that she'd lost the braces a little back, she didn't look half bad, if only she'd make an effort, which he knew was beneath her sense of herself. Speaking of which, she'd pulled a proper little snit about his party, threatening to tattle to the parental unit, probably getting him grounded, which would put a serious damper on his own social life for at least a month once they got home and got the word from little snitch-bitch. Bailey had had to put up with her little sister antics for years. So, any protective instincts he had were always at war with typical sibling conflicts. Some of those tensions had even grown as they both grew up. They couldn't share a bathroom the last year or so, and they both knew why. Under the shapeless clothes, he knew she wasn't a geeky little girl anymore. Now, as they finished up the dishes after dinner, she was pulling her sweetly-asking-for-a-favor act. He'd heard it a hundred times before, and it wasn't doing much against his funk. He was drying and stacking as she made her pitch, and the more she made clear what she was asking for, the more he felt his ready-to-be-peeved mood shift into real shock. Sure, she was backing off on letting him have a party, but he lost sight of that the more he heard of what she wanted. Sex coach? Was she serious? When she came to a stop, he carefully wiped off one of the last plates and placed it in the cupboard before turning back to face her. Two little words, little sister. Are you listening? N. O. Did you get that? Your all-A's on spelling tests, you get my meaning? He grabbed the last glass to dry, his gestures sharp and forceful reflecting his tension and trace of anger. But once he put the glass up, he whirled back around to her. I don't get why you even want to go out with Jake, anyway. You know what kind of guy he is. He's... like me, he found himself thinking. Yeah, I'm a player too, but not to the extent of Jake. You know what he wants, and once he gets it, he'll move on. It would have to be something special to bring him back for more. That last bit was something he'd blurted out without thinking. 'Something special', in a way, had been exactly what she'd been hinting at, before. He cleared his throat with a trace of awkward embarrassment, and turned away to close the cupboard door, so that he wouldn't have to look at her for a second.