It’s easy to check if Claire has the pen – all you need to do is slip into her room while she’s (foolishly) taking a shower and see if she has it. It’s not like she’ll just blurt it out if you press her enough.
But there are risks in doing so. You’re not alone; how you’ll explain to your parents, or - *shudder* - to Tina that Claire just took a magic pen that can turn people into skins? They’ll think you’re a pervert for rifling through your little sister’s belongings – and if she has the pen, then that’s basically admitting that it’s hers now.
You still have a little advantage, though, if you face her. You’re her older brother, if by two years. You can press her for leaving twice, even if she asked for permission.
You wait after dinner – potato casserole and steamed veggies – but before she goes to sleep to corner her, asking her if you can enter her room. You want to be there the least amount of time possible; you feel the pastel colors and – even worse! - the posters of K-Pop bands will cause you allergies. (Tina often jokes that Claire’s an old soul, since boy bands aren’t new and having posters of them is something she’s sure your mother did.)
She knows what you’re there for, because you can’t beat that smug look on her face. “Tell me, Davey-boy. What’s worrying you?”
You choose the indirect approach by questioning her recent actions. “What did you do with Katie?”
“Girl stuff,” she scoffs. “Didn’t Jess tell you?”
“She hasn’t called yet.” You lean on the doorframe, crossing your arms. “Almost like she forgot or something.”
“She didn’t take well what you said about Katie. Remember – I was there.”
“And what about me? You know what led into all this--”
“Don’t tell me it’s all about that pen,” she groans. “I told you – Ashley took the pen and plans to destroy it.”
“How do you know her name?”
Claire meets your stare with spunk. “She told me. Seriously, Davey – you should be less paranoid!”
“I found a guy turning her into...” You lean towards the corridor, watching if someone’s listening. “...that. What if there are more of them?”
“Then you should be careful who you’re talking with.” Those words fill you with dread, but Claire starts cackling. “Oh God, you should see the look on your face! If I knew it was so easy to scare you...!”
“Claire-bear,” you taunt her. “That’s not funny.”
That seems to work, since she stops laughing. “Davey, you know I hate being called that. I’m not a little girl anymore!”
“You’re behaving like one,” you retort. “Look - it’s not about the pen. That’s done and gone. I’m worried that someone does something to you.”
For a moment, you see Claire seems to falter. She smiles meekly, snorting. “That’s nice of you. So what?”
“How about I go with you next time you go with Katie? That way, I have an excuse to be with Jess, so i don’t have to bother you.”
She nods, flashing a sly grin. “Alright. I’ll do you one better. I told you Ashley wants to thank you – how about we go to her house tomorrow? That way, you can keep an eye on what I’m doing.”
You find the invitation odd, and her taunt still unnerves you. But she’s still your sister. You have one day to think about it, and how to ruin their plans if something goes horribly wrong.
“Alright,” you tell her. “But we’re going together.”
“Cool,” she replies with a shrug. “Meet you here after school.”
--
You’re still uneasy about all this, and you’re even more uneasy that Claire arrives late. (“Katie held me up for a while” was her response.) You do recall how to reach Ashley’s house, so you tell your mother about it. "Mom, Claire and I are gonna go to a neighbor’s house.”
“Sure,” she says, and you wonder if she should be a bit more restrictive. “For what?”
“Unfinished business.” You smirk, away from your mother’s eyes, since you have an excellent opportunity unfolding before you. “She was lost, so I helped her get to her house, but Claire decided to follow me and that’s why she smacked me down with that branch.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Because I should’ve told you – Claire thought I was gonna do something naughty with her, which is why she followed me. I mean, I wouldn’t do it, but you know how she is.”
“Yeah, she can be a bit too impulsive. So different from Tina at her age.”
“That’s why I didn’t say much. Didn’t want you to blame her for a mistake.”
“She could’ve caused you more harm,” your mother argues, and you don’t exactly argue against. “I’ll have a talk with her when she arrives.”
“Can it be after we finish that business with the neighbor?”
“Sure,” she chirps. “Just remember to be here by dinner, alright?”
That’s the confirmation you wanted. “We’ll try. I’ll call you if something happens, but if we don’t arrive by nightfall, tell Dad to bring you to the neighbor’s house. It’s about a block away, past the Geldmans. House number is 4636.”
“Alright, Dave. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Having said that, you wait for Claire to arrive, though you have to wait until she drops her bookbags before following you.
On your way, you don’t even have to ask why Claire was delayed, because she tells you. “Look - I’ll be there for a while, but Katie asked me--”
“You’re not gonna be there, right?”
“Um...” She shrugs, smiling. “Not necessarily. Just for a while, but there’s gonna be a test on Wednesday and Katie asked me to study, so--”
Great, you mentally complain. She’s sliding away.
But then you smirk. You’ll be alone with Ashley. And if you play your cards right, you might get the pen back!
“Alright,” you say, feigning disappointment. “I’ll get you at Jess’s house after--”
“Jesus!” she complains. “I’m not a little girl, and Katie’s house is close – no need to--!”
“Claire-bear, I’m worried about you. What if some creep--?”
She groans loudly and stomps the sidewalk. “Fiiiine! Once you’re finished, meet me at Katie’s house, alright? Just let me handle everything first.”
You agree, and she rings the doorbell, only to meet a very startled woman responding. She looks at Claire and receives her warmly. “Hey! Nice to see you again, Claire!”
“You too, Miss Wright. Like I promised, I brought my brother David with me.”
“He’s your brother?” She shakes your hand, showing an amused face that seems a bit too naughty. “He’s cute.”
Claire jabs you on the ribs, snickering. “Hey - someone actually finds you good-looking!”
“Shush!” You turn to meet Ashley, scratching the back of your head. “Sorry about that. And, uh... thanks.”
“That reminds me...” She throws her arm around your neck, letting you in. “How’s your neck? Claire told me everything about it.”
As you tell her a heavily adorned tale of how you found yourself there, Claire tells you that she needs to visit Katie, absconding in mid-tale. Ashley, on the other hand, is a bit too friendly for having just met you. The cold glass of cranberry juice you treat as a pleasantry, but the leg rubs, the leans pushing her cleavage to your eye level or the twirls to your hairdo set you on edge.
When you finish, she moves aside and slaps her thighs. “I see.” She flashes a grin with very white teeth, looking straight at you. “I guess I must thank you for that.”
“Yeah, I guess.” You notice her lean closer and you step back. “Uh... Claire told me you got the pen.”
She stops, scowling. “Yeah, I do. Why?”
“Well, you see...” You lift your leg, ready to defend yourself. “I’ve been worried about her. Going out at dark, coming back late--”
She cackles, covering her mouth. “Oh! You’re so sweet, Dave! You should be less overprotective of your sister; she’s still young but she’s more mature than you think.”
“What did you talk about after... well...” You point at her, gesturing as if you had a growing balloon between your hands.
“It was confusing. Imagine waking up on your bed, with this young girl pointing something at you. She explained things quickly, saying that she had to take you home, then told me about what she did to you.”
“She didn’t tell you about...” You grimace, figuring Claire must have told her that. “Why you were like that, right?”
She looks at you, humming. “Yeah, she told me about it. Something about a guy?”
“Some creep that was trying to wear you, ma’am. That’s the reason why I was here – trying to save you from him – but Claire thought I was gonna do something to you and then--”
Ashley howls in laughter, segueing into an amused whine. “Oh, God! She’s a firebrand, that’s for sure!”
“That’s why I’m worried about her. This might not be the only case. Maybe someone--”
“I’ll talk to her about it,” she says dismissively. “She didn’t tell me that, though. That was very bold of you.” She embraces you in her arms, smirking. “Like I said... That deserves a reward.”
Your mind goes blank as you see her mount atop you, taking off her shirt. Her C-cups are squished inside her bra, but as she takes it off, they bounce like perky melons, making your heart pump blood like crazy.
And she seems to sense that, because she immediately unzips your jeans, grinning. “How about giving you a titty job before the main course?”
Main course, you think to yourself. No way. She wants to fuck me!?
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