warning: if you don't do incest, don't read.'

'Emily needs a life. And a boyfriend. and some experience.. who would've thought her brother would be the one to give it to her? and she actuallys likes it and enjoys as well?? hmm what will happen to those to? find out and see

I know its short but the next chp is longer. this just tells you about the story o u know wat im talkin about anyways enjoy. i had someoen help me edit and i thank that person soo much. u know who u are! thank u

I heard the doorbell ring, emitting a screech through the house.

"Chris!" I called, looking up from my book. "Remind me to call the repairman.. And then go get that, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." He called back and within a few minutes, I heard another voice-- the voice of his best friend Robbie-- and the noise of the two of them storming up the stairs.

"Will you two keep it down please?" I asked, although they both knew I was joking, and didn't mind that they hung around my house a lot. "Trying to read here."

Chris surfaced from his room, all 6 feet of him-- which could actually be rather intimidating, if he wanted to be-- and pretended to glare down at me. "That's what you get for trying to be a book worm on a Saturday, Em." He replied, and Robbie appeared behind him, nodding.

"Really Emily, you should get out more, get more friends, get a boyfriend." Robbie looked at Chris, who was snorting.

"Rob, my sister's like, the biggest virgin ever, alright?" Chris looked at me. "At least, that's what I would assume.."

Robbie chuckled. "I bet she's a closet freak." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You know, a lady on the street, a freak in the sheets?"

I groaned. "You two, are absolutely pathetic. You realize that, right? Both twenty-four years old, out of college, and you both still live with your mothers and neither of you have girlfriends.."

"At least we've had girlfriends." Chris replied.

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not a manwhore." I replied, trying to focus on the book I was reading, rather than that fabulous smell of cologne that was radiating off of one of the boys. It was incredibly sexy, and I didn't like it one bit.

I glanced between the two of them-- Chris bare-chested, his toned torso looking awfully nice-- since when have I noticed that? -- And Robbie's clean, wrinkle-free Abercrombie shirt, trying to decide which one would smell good.

I cleared my throat nervously. "Which one of you's wearing cologne?" I asked.

Chris smiled, attempting to look seductive. "Why, you like it little sister?"

I felt myself blush slightly-- why the heck would I do that, though?-- behind my book, and I shook my head. "You wish." I managed out, and kept the book up to conceal my face, long enough for the blush to fade.

I pulled the book down from my eyes, to see Chris and Robbie conversing quietly in the doorway, and Robbie nodded. I raised my eyebrow. "What's going on?" I asked.

Chris turned and shrugged at me. "Rob's crashing here tonight. We're going for a swim."

I snorted. "Aren't turning gay on me, are you, brother dear?"

Chris made a face at me and plucked my book from my hands, tossing it to Robbie, who flew down the hall, towards the stairs to the first floor. I screamed and made to launch myself off of my bed, but mid-air, Chris caught me around my mid-section, and kept me, suspended between his arms and the floor, where I was left, scowling at him.

"Damn you." I pouted. "My book could be in the pool by now!"

Chris chuckled, smacking my cheek with those lips of his-- whoah, where'd the hell that come from?!-- And I scrunched my nose. "Oh little sister." He taunted.

"Let me gooooo!" I groaned. "Pretty please? With a condom on top?"

Chris snorted, and dropped me to the floor and gave my butt a smack. "Go."