Thread: Better with Brother (Mr Incognito and skittish_butterfly)

Susan slowed as she approached the point where she really didn't know which way to go to where his car was parked. It was ok though. She'd gotten Roger far enough away it wouldn't be hard for Josh to slip away unnoticed. Hopefully he'd be clever enough to hang around the neighborhood, drive around the block a few times or get some coffee until she could text him and work out a way to get together again. She just needed to get Roger out of the way, to work or something like that. As she slowed, Roger walked past and she dropped his hand. Susan watched him stride out the front door and sighed deeply. Of course. He had to park outside. She tugged the tshirt down a little further over her thighs, took a deep breath, and followed after him, her bare feet taking short, light steps carefully across the hard bumpy driveway. Roger had her make up stand, the glass reflecting the morning sun, and Susan smiled and thanked him for thinking of bringing the important stuff. She was sure her mom had probably tried to get him just to bring her homework and a nun's outfit, but Roger was cool and Susan let him know it, just this once. She didn't even give him a punch in the arm -- not while he was carrying her stuff. Ok, I'll be right behind you. Just put it anywhere in my room, and then we can figure out where it belongs once I get there. Just keep him in her room, away from Josh if he was still stupidly in the house, long enough for her to shoo him away. The rest of her stuff was at the bottom of his deep trunk and Susan looked around nervously, trying to see how many people were around, trying to figure out how many pervs were peeking at the teen girl in the tshirt. How was she going to do this? She was going to have to bend over to get her stuff out, but the shirt wasn't long enough, she knew that. The answer was to do it fast, she'd have to do it so quick nobody noticed a brief flash of more of her body. One... two... three... Susan bent over and scooped up as much of her clothes as she could and then straightened up immediately, her hair loose around her face from the quick flip the dip into the trunk had given it. Her arms were holding about half her wardrobe and there was still more stuff in the trunk -- her books, the jewelry, her toiletries bag and her shampoos and conditioners. It was like her whole life was in Roger's trunk, and she hoped in her heart that Mom was shitting herself watching all of her stuff taken out of the house, out of her control. Susan wasn't a little girl to be bossed around anymore, and Mom had to see that. Unfortunately when Susan straightened up, the tshirt had clung to her lower back and was still riding up, and she was sure her panties were totally on display. Yikes! She took off, dashing back to the door, yipping and yelping and hopping uncomfortably as her bare feet landed on little pebbles that hurt like anything. Finally she got to the door and it took a few long seconds before she managed to twist herself and get her fingers to the doorknob, contorting herself and bending her elbow and dipping her knees like she was having an epileptic attack just to open the thing without dropping her clothes and having to bend over even worse to pick them up. Finally she slipped back into the hallway, the comfort of the patchy rug under her throbbing bare feet, and the privacy to drop the clothes, pull her tshirt down and then squat down to pick them up again. Of course that still left the tshirt bunched up again,but this time only at her hips so she was probably only flashing just a little bit of her panties. Thankfully, Roger left the door to his living room open and she was able to slip in easily. She heard Roger setting down the mirror in her room to her right, so she took advantage of the moment to peek into the living room, to make sure Josh was gone. No sooner was she around the corner than there he was, grinning like he was stoned and staring at he panties. Nice look little lover, I like, I like. Susan hissed at him, Shhhh, keep your voice down! She couldn't keep herself from whisper-shouting at him, she was so worried he was going to blow this for her and get her kicked out of Roger's place too -- and then where could she go? Get out of here, go wait in your car and I'll... I'll text you or call you as soon as I take care of my brother. She had to drop her clothes on the floor to slap his hand away from her panties. I mean it Josh. This isn't play time. Give me, like, 15 minutes or so. He's gotta go to work or something, just wait outside. Josh made his stupid fake-pout face he thought was so cute -- actually it was but Susan still didn't like it. He took a step past her and she sighed with relief, bending down to pick up her clothes again. Then she felt a light slap at the back of her exposed bottom and jerked up and glared at Josh as he kept going to the door with a smirk. She shook her head but it didn't seem to matter to Josh at all. Finally she got her clothes gathered up and dashed breathlessly to her room only after she heard the door close behind Josh. Wait, would Roger hear that? She reached her door, arms full of clothes and realizing he panties were on display again. Before she went in she already started explaining, I, uh, I managed to shut door as I, uh, as I came in that's what you... Her voice trailed off weakly at the sight of him already staring at her, his arms folded across his chest, looking like some kind of vice-principal ready to give her a lecture about cutting social studies to be with Josh. She dropped her clothes as her hands reached instinctively to pull her panties down, and Roger started talking. He told her the next tim she wanted company she had to let him know. The next time? He couldn't know. He hadn't seen... Had Josh showed himself while she was still outside? How could he know? Was it a bluff? Susan stood with her mouth open, her face slowly getting warmer and warmer as the indecision of how to reply embarrassed her, that and the way he was staring at her like she did something wrong. Bluff him with a lie? Or cop to the truth? Was she risking upsetting him either way? How could she know? His face was giving her nothing except that she was really on the spot, and Susan totally wished she was dressed, maybe in that nuns outfit her mom should have sent. Finally she decided to finesse it, play it like with her mom. I'm not a little kid anymore Roger, you know? I'm all grown up and I can make decisions for myself. She saw his eyebrow and responded before he could say anything. BUT... but... Roger, I know this is your place. I don't see why I should have to get written permission for absolutely everything, but how about this, anytime it matters to you whether I have someone over, like you want to have some girlfriend over for... whatever it is you do, or something like that, you let me know and I won't bring company over then, respect your privacy and all, ok? Just let me know. But Susan didn't mention Josh. Her personal life wasn't really anyone's business, not even Roger's, especially if he was going to look at her like that, kind of like Mom did sometimes. It made her squirm a little. Grownups didn't have to clear their boyfriends with each other, that was just stupid.