Sibling Rivalry (Remiel & Nightfall)
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				Title: <strong>Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 06:35:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/5137/tomwellingv.jpg)</div>It was a warm afternoon in late spring.&nbsp; The days were getting longer, and the temperature was finally approaching something conducive to T-shirts and shorts instead of sweaters and long pants.&nbsp; Chris threw opened the door, unshouldered his backpack, and unceremoniously dumped it on the family room sofa.&nbsp; "I'm home!" he called out.&nbsp; "Mom? Dad? Liz?"<br><br>He waited a moment, but silence was his only response.&nbsp; "Huh. I guess nobody's here," he said, to himself.&nbsp; "Oh, well."<br><br>He walked through the house, climbing up the stairs to go to his room.&nbsp; It was at the end of the hall, directly opposite his sister's.<br><br>He unbuttoned and shrugged off his school shirt, opening his closet to find something else to wear.&nbsp; Instead of the black Metallica shirt he was expecting, however, he saw only a forlorn hanger.<br><br>"Dammit, Liz!" he growled.&nbsp; His older sister was always borrowing his shirts.&nbsp; His boxers too, come to think of it, and then only returning them after they'd been used.&nbsp; She was always doing things like that--using his personal razor to shave her legs, or borrowing his pillow to rest her feet upon while she painted her toenails.&nbsp; He could swear she even used his toothbrush.&nbsp; And all of this without asking him; if he didn't adore her so much, he'd be very annoyed indeed.<br><br>Sighing, he glanced out the window, toward the backyard.&nbsp; The pool, with its blue water and gleaming tiles, beckoned to him.&nbsp; They'd cleaned it out just last weekend.<br><br>He tugged off his pants, shoes, and socks, and rummaged through his clothes drawer until he found his swimming trunks.&nbsp; He tugged them on, tying the drawstring around his waist into a bow.<br><br>A few minutes later the sound of a monstrous splash could be heard as he dove in, headfirst.&nbsp; He resurfaced a few seconds later, his hair wet and clinging to his scalp, and grinned. He rolled over onto his back, and began to do backstrokes, up and down the length of the pool. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightFall</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 13:02:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/megan-fox-55665.jpg)</div><br>A movement just at the edge of her peripheral vision caught Elizabeth's eye. Glancing out her window, she saw that Chris was already enjoying the pool. She didn't even hear him come in over the music she was listening to. Tugging the earbuds from her ears, she casually tossed her iPod on her bed, spilling tinny music from the minuscule speakers until she lazily rose to turn it off. She had gotten home an hour ago thinking that she'd take a dip herself, but got caught up texting her friends back and downloading a few more songs from the net.<br><br>Seeing her younger brother already swimming lazily, she grinned, running to her closet to get her bikini out. Liz could be fast when she wanted to be, and a dip in the pool got her slithering out of her jeans and camisole and into her white bikini in no time. As an afterthought, she reached for the first shirt at hand and pulled it over her head. There was a small pile of clothes on her closet floor, mostly her brother's.<br><br>Running through the house in her bare feet, she felt the tiles of the kitchen floor, cold against her soles. She paused by one of the poolside chairs long enough to peel the shirt off her back and hang it on the back of the chair. It was a Metallica t-shirt that she found while rummaging through Chris' closet.<br><br>The strings that held her bikini bottoms in place bobbed as she took a running start and dove cleanly into the pool. She rubbed the water from her eyes when her head broke the surface. Chris was still intent on his backstrokes, paying no attention whatsoever to her. The water lapped around her devilish grin. Taking a deep breath, she plunged back into the water, swimming along the bottom of the pool while keeping an eye on Chris' silhouette up above.<br><br>It was her favorite thing to do as a child when they were swimming together, to grab her little brother from below while he was floating on his back. She never tired of it. And every year, when it just gets warm enough to start hitting the pool again, he seemed to forget. With a jet of bubbles blown out of her nostrils, she surfaced quickly, aided by the fact that he was on the shallower end of the pool now. Four long limbs grasped at Chris from below, twining around his shoulders and waist.<br><br>Spluttering, Chris sank, tussling with his sister underwater. As slight as her frame was compared to his, she could clamp on tightly. Her grin was triumphant as they both resurfaced with her still clinging to his back, her bikini top and all its contents pressed firmly against him. He didn't see her smile until she leaned over his shoulder to plant a noisy, wet kiss on his cheek. "Got you again, Chris." She laughed merrily, hugging him from behind. "You just never learn, do you?"<br><br>Her laugh subsided to a giggle, mere inches from his ear. "Oh yeah, Mom left a message. She and Dad are going to some charity function tonight and won't be home til later. So, I guess you and I have to figure out dinner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 22:13:28</strong>
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				Chris thrashed in surprise as Liz grabbed him from underneath, hooking her legs about his waist and throwing her arms about his shoulders.&nbsp; He dipped below the surface as she wrestled with him, the world temporarily a churning, bubbling blue froth, before he resurfaced again, his sister hanging tightly onto his back.<br><br>He gasped for air, his legs kicking to stay afloat, his arms moving in dog-paddling motions.&nbsp; He made a single, inarticulate noise of objection, but he couldn't stay made at Liz. Not with her breasts pressed up so firmly against his back.<br><br>Chris and Liz had always been very close.&nbsp; Closer than most siblings, certainly.&nbsp; Their parents had amazed at it, and considered themselves fortunate.&nbsp; They had always been inseparable, best friends.&nbsp; Oh, sure, they had their disagreements, as did any brother and sister, but they always seemed to settle it before things ever really got nasty.&nbsp; Part of the reason for this was that Liz was strong-willed, and Chris was easygoing; if his sister insisted on something, he almost always acknowledged that she was right.<br><br>She was a year and a half his elder, and a year ahead of him in high school.&nbsp; He was a junior, and she a senior.&nbsp; She was a knockout, the kind of girl that all his friends secretly had crushes on, to the point that they would want to hang out at his house just to catch a glimpse of her.&nbsp; Chris had a lot of friends.<br><br>Chris adored Liz.&nbsp; Sure, she was pushy, and bossy, and sometimes mean; but he knew she loved him, and was protective of him, even to the point of being a little possessive.&nbsp; When they were little, she had often bragged to her friends that he was her "pet", and she could make him do anything she wanted to.&nbsp; She'd dressed him up in her dress and made him model it for her while she and all of her friends laughed.&nbsp; But last year, when she'd learned that Greg Michelson, the boy she was dating, had bullied Chris in the boys' locker room, she had dumped Greg that very night, and had barely spoken to him since.<br><br>He breast-stroked lazily through the pool, content to carry his sister on his back for as long as she wanted to hang on.&nbsp; "Mmmm, what did you want to do?" he asked her, over his shoulder. "There's some ground beef in the fridge.&nbsp; I guess we could make tacos.&nbsp; Or maybe Sloppy Joes.&nbsp; Or we could, if you want, go out..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightFall</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 12:43:25</strong>
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				Liz didn't answer right away, content to just hang on to her brother's back as his powerful frame cut a wide swathe through the water. Her cheek was pressed against his back, the steady beating of his heart a base line beat against the splashy rhythm of his muscled legs propelling them forward. He was her own personal moving island, towing her through the water effortlessly. It was much more fun now that he was so much larger than her. She could leap on his back and he'd be more than willing to give her a piggyback ride. Childish, certainly, but Liz always enjoyed being able to hold her brother close. Feeling a surge of affection for him, she turned to press kisses on his back, toned now from working out. When he turned to look quizzically at her, she smiled lovingly at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Don't look at me like that, just showing you some love."<br><br>Chris stopped swimming halfway down the length of the pool, standing straight up and rubbing the water from his eyes, the water coming up just to the tops of his collarbone. Liz, being shorter than him, simply slipped around his body to the front so she could talk to him face to face. She was still clinging to him, her arms laced around his neck and her legs firmly around his waist. Only this time, her bikini bottoms were sitting squarely over his groin. Liz didn't seem to pay any attention to this as she slowly ran her fingers through his wet hair while she pondered. <br><br>"I really don't feel like going out tonight." She made a face. "I'm not like the tacos or Sloppy Joes idea either." Her hand tapped his chest excitedly, droplets of water splashing him in the face. "Oh, I know! I remember seeing some onions and jalapenos, and Mom always has sour cream and cheese. I'm in the mood for nachos. Let's have that!" It was telling that Liz didn't even ask Chris what he though about her idea, clearly expecting him to just go along with it like he always did.<br><br>"I'll cook, you just help me cut up the onions and stuff, okay? I hate chopping and you're a lot faster anyway." Liz truly made declarations to her brother instead of requests. Fortunately, they were often accompanied by a smile, enough to smooth over any sudden burst of anger that Chris might feel.<br><br>Looking down at the bottom of the pool, the water distorting the shapes of their lower halves, she stared at Chris's feet. Wrapping her legs tighter around him, bringing herself snugly against her brother, Liz pleaded prettily. "Can you walk to the shallow end of the pool, Chris? I don't feel like swimming and you know how much I hate it when my feet can't touch the bottom and still keep my head above water."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 07:08:06</strong>
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				Chris didn't really mind when his sister wrapped herself around him.&nbsp; She was always doing things like that--jumping on his back for a piggyback ride, plopping down on his lap when he was watching TV, even kicking her feet up on him and using him for a footrest.&nbsp; She was very affectionate, very comfortable with him, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.&nbsp; Most guys would kill to be in his position, he knew, to be so close to Liz.&nbsp; She was his older sister, and he adored her.<br><br>She was quite used to having her way, too, and Chris was quite used to giving it to her.&nbsp; "Nachos sounds great," he agreed, knowing that even if he didn't like them they'd still be having nachos for dinner.&nbsp; In many respects, Liz had her brother wrapped around her little finger.<br><br>As she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her arms clinging to his shoulders, he could feel her bikini-covered mons press against his crotch.&nbsp; Had she done that deliberately, or was it an accident? Sometimes he couldn't tell with Liz.<br><br>Whatever the case, he grinned and agreed to her request.&nbsp; He'd carry her to the shallow end of the pool.&nbsp; He'd carry her into the house, if she asked.&nbsp; Kicking until he could just scrape the bottom of the tile with his toes, he walked, striding in slow-motion like some waterlogged Godzilla, ferrying his sister to the shallow end of the pool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightFall</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 05:55:39</strong>
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				Liz did, in fact, ask to be carried all the way into the house on his back. She asked him to stop long enough to grab his shirt from the lounge chair. With his size, it was easy enough for her to lean over and grab the shirt, waving it in front of his face, chuckling the whole time. She knew Chris got a good glimpse of whose t-shirt it really was. Shivering a little when they got into the house, Liz ran to grab them a couple of towels to dry off. She slipped his shirt back on again and started throwing stuff at him to chop up. Onions, jalapeno, tomatoes, whatever she didn't feel like doing, Chris did. She busied herself with the ground beef and the taco sauce. Every so often, she'd boss him around. "Cut it smaller, Chris. I hate having such huge chunks of peppers. You know that!" And then later. "Go get the bags of tortilla chips, please?" Command and cajole. She used both effectively against him.<br><br>Soon enough, they had the biggest pile of nachos in front of them on the huge island in the kitchen. The platter was enormous, the chips so incredibly loaded down with ground beef, taco sauce, cheese, all the fixings and huge dollops of sour cream. Liz dug in with gusto, laughing when the first chip broke from the weight of the toppings. Luckily, she caught the bits of cheesy beef and tomatoes on her fingers. With a teasing glance at Chris that bordered on seductive, her tongue peeked out to lick her fingers clean. There was nothing at all hurried about her gesture.<br><br>She managed to eat the rest of the chip without incident, leaning casually on her elbows against the counter. Grinning at her brother, she picked out another chip, the cheese pulling apart, leaving long, thin stands dangling from the chip. She fed it to him, a bit messily, getting sauce and sour cream on the corner of his mouth. "Sorry," she giggled. "Here, let me get that." First she swiped at it with her fingers, getting most of it, but a small smear of orange and white still lingered. "Oops. That wasn't all of it." Quite casually, she placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to lick the corner of her brother's mouth. "There. I think I got it," she whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 09:32:18</strong>
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				Chris tried to keep up, but there was simply no stopping his sister when she was in a cooking mood.&nbsp; He simply grinned and shook his head when she waved his shirt in his face before slipping it on.&nbsp; He toweled off, taking the opportunity as he did so to sneak a look at Liz's legs.<br><br>Liz really had nice legs, he had to admit.&nbsp; Of course she did; she was a dancer.&nbsp; He had watched her practicing in her room, sometimes,&nbsp; entertaining fantasies about sneaking in and hiding under her bed just to stare at her feet from close range.&nbsp; Why, maybe if he was lucky, he might crawl out just in time to have her step on him.<br><br>He forced himself to keep his attention on the knife instead of staring at her perfectly formed toes as they hustled about the kitchen floor, because the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally slice off a finger or two.&nbsp; Eventually, however, the veggies were neatly sliced and diced, and when the finished product sat in front of them, he had to admit that, for nachos, it was a masterpiece.<br><br>He munched on the chips, not having realized how hungry he was.&nbsp; He ate a bit too fast, and got a bit of sour cream and salsa on his face.&nbsp; He realized that he had forgotten to get out the napkins, but then his sister took care of it for him.&nbsp; "Oops, that wasn't all of it."&nbsp; she said.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyebrows shot up when she leaned in to lick the cream and salsa from the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; His heart raced; his pulse quickened.&nbsp; He could smell the chlorine in her hair, still sodden from the pool, and the nachos on her breath.&nbsp; "Aw, Liz, you didn't have to do that," he blushed, hurriedly reaching for the napkins and using one to dab the spot on his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>He reached for another chip, and crunched it, thinking.&nbsp; Suddenly, an impulse struck him.&nbsp; He glanced at the stereo system their father had rigged up in the kitchen.&nbsp; Chris knew that Liz was a big fan of Peter Fox; she couldn't hear "Alles Neu" without dancing.&nbsp; Grinning mischeviously, he selected the CD and pressed play.<br><br>He watched her, eyes sparkling, as the familiar beat and violin strings began to play over the kitchen speakers.&nbsp; He went to take another chip, but felt the dismay of having a big glob of sour cream and tomato chunk tumble from the tortilla to land squarely in his lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightFall</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 10:50:24</strong>
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				Liz's eyes lit up when she heard the song. The rest of the chip she was working on disappeared into her mouth as soon as she heard the drums and the strings. Her body started moving to the music while she was still gathering threads of cheese into her mouth. With a jerk of her eyebrows at Chris, her bare feet danced across the mellow stone floor, in perfect rhythm to a song that she knew well. Liz seemed to move her whole body, her hips popping in time to the harder beats of the drums. She twisted his long t-shirt while she had her back towards him, revealing the white bikini bottom underneath as she knotted the shirt to keep it out of the way. The strings on each side swung hypnotically as Liz closed her eyes, mouthing the words while dancing wholeheartedly to the song. With the t-shirt knotted at her tiny waist, the material molded against her ample breasts that bounced as she twirled and danced.<br><br><em>Ich baue schöne<br><br>Boxentürme, Bässe massieren eure Seele.<br><br>Ich bin die<br><br>Abrissbirne für die d-d-d-deutsche Szene.</em><br><br>The music rose, and so did the volume of the drum beats. Throwing a sassy look towards her brother, she danced around him, her bikini-clad ass rubbing against him as she accidentally brushed past. A few heard hitting beats came up in the song. Backing up a few steps and facing him, Liz bent her knees, and along with her hands did a few definitive hip thrusts at her brother. With her face, she managed the complete arrogant expression that went with such a dance move.<br><br>She laughed afterwards and kept dancing. She just happened to look down when she noticed that he had spilled even more of the nacho topping on his swim trunks. Rolling her eyes, Liz grabbed a napkin, crumpling it in her hand. Sighing heavily she eased herself between his thighs as he sat on one of the bar stools surrounding the island. "Chris, seriously, you think you could watch where you put your food?" She swiped at the sour cream, sliding slowly towards his inner thigh. "I mean, look at this!" She caught it just in time before it slid to the floor. Taking her time, she wiped and scrubbed at the stain on his trunks, getting quite close to the crease of his leg. Chris knew that her hand brushed against his cock a few times while she was studiously mopping up his lap. <br><br>Smiling up at him, she said with a chuckle. "Don't look so worried, it's not like I'm going to lick it off you this time." A sudden surge of warmth flowed through her at those words. The thought did occur to her, just bending down and cleaning him off with her mouth. She stared deep into his pretty blue eyes as the motion of the napkin on his lap got slower and slower, brushing against him one last time before she stopped. He really was so cute and he felt good under her hand.<br><br>"All clean," she said with a rather flushed smile. She had said the same thing to him many times before when they were kids and sharing a bath. Turning away, she tossed the napkin into the garbage can.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sibling Rivalry (Remiel &amp; Nightfall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 07:29:41</strong>
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				Chris watched his sister dance, knowing full well that the song was one of her weaknesses.&nbsp; She couldn't hear it and <em>not</em> dance.&nbsp; It had always struck him as odd, this particular song, as being one to dance to; and German wasn't...well, it wasn't the most romantic of languages. That is to say, it didn't exactly roll off the tongue, like, say, French or Spanish.<br><br>Nevertheless, he couldn't help but grin as she tied the loose edges of her shirt--<em>his</em> shirt--into a couple of tails, and jerked her hips back and forth in time to the beat.&nbsp; Her movements were alluring, fascinating, almost hypnotic.&nbsp; He wasn't paying attention to the nachos anymore as she moved, dancing against him, around him, as she spun around and thrust her pelvis at him. Once again, he thought, he knew any of the guys at school would <em>kill</em> to be in his position right now.<br><br>He very nearly jumped down from the stool to grind up against her when the bit of nacho sauce made its mark.&nbsp; He blinked, and looked down at his still-damp trunks, horrified.&nbsp; "Aw, man," he sighed, softly.<br><br>He went to reach for a napkin, but she beat him to it.&nbsp; He watched, chewing the last of his mouthful and swallowing, as she wiped his thigh, her hand brushing against his groin as he did so.&nbsp; He blushed violently; trying to hide the fact that part of him, the part barely covered and contained by the sodden material, was reacting.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thanks," he said, trying to appear cool and disaffected and failing miserably.&nbsp; He was also aware of a building pressure in his bladder.&nbsp; "Gotta use the bathroom," he announced, for seemingly no reason. "Be right back."&nbsp; He leapt to his feet, and padded off to the first-floor bathroom, the one that they usually kept clean for the guests.
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