My sister is lazy.

"You're such a slacker, Dasha," Sasha said, glancing carelessly at the assignment sheet she'd handed him. "It's all elementary. You could at least use your brain a little."

The girl standing nearby petulantly shrugged her slender shoulders.

"I'm not a slacker. I'm just not interested in this."

"What about just putting in the effort because you have to? Ever tried that?"

"Why should I? Why the hell should I waste a whole day slaving over notebooks when my older brother, a fourth-year student, can do it all in half an hour? Do I look like an idiot?"

"You're getting there," Sasha said, giving his sister a disapproving look. "If my brother does it for me, he'll figure it out, and I'll just remain a dumb blonde who

only knows how to wiggle her ass."

"So I'll remain one!" Dasha began to get angry. "What's it to you anyway?"

"Nothing. I'm just tired of wasting my time and working for two while someone else has fun. I've put up with enough from you while you were a schoolgirl. No more free rides. You're grown up now."

"So what now?"

"Work yourself or pay the person who works for you."

"Meaning you? And how exactly?"

"The usual way. How girls pay guys."

"Wha-at?!"

"It's fair. I give you the chance to relax, and you entertain me in return. Sexually."

"Me?! You?! You b-bastard!" Dasha, choking with indignation, shoved two figs under her brother's nose. "Have you seen this?!"

"I have," Sasha replied impassively, shifting his gaze from the figs dangling in front of his face to his sister. "That's exactly what you'll get from me instead of completed assignments and term papers if you don't agree. And keep in mind: there are plenty of first-year girls at our university who wouldn't mind thanking for help that way. But try finding a fool willing to work for you for free. So I don't advise haggling for long. You might miss out."

"Go to hell!" Dasha shot out of Sasha's room, slamming the door behind her.

The brother and sister didn't speak for a week. On the eighth day, Dasha appeared before her brother, who was sitting on the couch with a book, and stood opposite him, drilling him with a furious look.

"So what would I have to do for you?"

"What guys want from girls," Sasha replied serenely, as if their conversation had been interrupted a second ago. "Whenever I wish."

"I should punch your face!" Dasha hissed, barely restraining herself.

"Better stick to the first word," her brother smirked.

"Screw you!" Dasha blurted out, spun around, and dashed out, again slamming the innocent door.

This time her resolve lasted a day. The very next day, returning from university, Dasha stuck her nose into Sasha's business again.

"Will you have tea with me after I have lunch?"

"Are you sure you won't want to throw boiling water at me?" her brother asked cautiously.

"Don't be scared. I'm mad at you, of course, but not to that extent."

"That's already a relief," Sasha smiled. "I don't love my sister for nothing."

"It manifests in a very literal sense," Dasha muttered venomously and, hiding her eyes, added, "Can I find out what you'll require from me, at least at the initial stage?"

"Just trifles. First, no jeans at home. A robe from those 'shorter than short' ones of yours or a long T-shirt. And second, nothing else should be under the robe."

"Really not too much," Dasha smiled weakly. "If you don't think this is just the beginning. Oh, Sasha, what about when mom and dad are home? Or guests?"

"You're clarifying details—does that mean you're ready to give your consent?"

Dasha, looking down, nodded.

"Then it's like this. We'll maintain decency in clothing around others. But no panties or bras. And the same if we go somewhere together. I want your ass and breasts to be easily accessible."

Dasha, with a feigned indifferent look, adjusted the purse on her shoulder.

"I'll go try to pick out some wardrobe."

She trudged to her room and looked back in surprise at her brother, who had followed her.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to look at you."

"Sashenka," Dasha finally blushed, "I feel awkward in front of you... Can you not look right now? Let me get used to it."

"Oh, I'm going to have a hard time with you," he sighed. "Maybe it really would have been better to seduce one of your girlfriends. Okay, I'll go. But in the kitchen, you'll show me that you have nothing under your clothes."

Dasha nodded hastily. Sasha, honestly turning around, went to heat up lunch and make tea. About five minutes later, his little sister cautiously poked her nose into the kitchen.

"Sash, I'm here."

Sasha, stirring borscht in a pot, looked back. The girl stood before him in a T-shirt that barely covered her buttocks. Everything as agreed. After admiring his sister's slender figure for a few seconds, Sasha waved his hand invitingly.

"Come in, show off."

Blushing slightly, Dasha slipped inside and, turning her back, slightly lifted her T-shirt, showing the guy her neat, rounded butt.

"You're being sneaky," Sasha laughed. "Well, never mind. In the evening, you'll come kiss me goodnight, and we'll look from the other side."

"If you want to look at something," Dasha blushed even more, "come kiss me goodnight yourself. I can't run around half-naked to you in front of mom and dad. And anyway, the guy should come to the girl, not her to him."

"Good point," Sasha nodded seriously, placing a plate of borscht in front of her. "Eat up, go ahead, I'll go take a look at your academic problems."

"On the laptop. It's open. That bitch Krukova gave us so much!"

"We'll figure it out."

In the evening, after a shower, Dasha plopped into bed with a book. A few minutes later, there was a cautious scratching at the door, and Sasha, wrapped in a robe, peeked into the room.

"Were you inviting me for a goodnight kiss?"

"How caring you've become, Sashenka," Dasha couldn't resist a jab. "Come to kiss your little sister goodnight. Maybe tuck her blanket in too?"

"Tuck in, unlikely. More like see what's under the blanket."

Sitting down next to her, her brother slipped his hands under the blanket, feeling for Dasha's legs. He ran his hands over them from her knees all the way to her butt. Then, slowly, he pulled the blanket aside, leaving the girl in just a short nightgown.

"Sashenka," Dasha squeaked softly, catching her brother's hands, "don't. What if our parents come in?"

"First, they're asleep; second, they knock first."

Sasha looked with obvious pleasure at his little sister lying before him, stroked her legs with his palms again. The translucent, slightly hitched-up shirt didn't hide too much. Moreover, Sasha was slowly lifting it, leaving Dasha completely naked.

"This scarf suits you," he smiled, lifting the shirt to her neck. "You look so beautiful in it."

"You're a jerk, Sasha," Dasha whispered quietly. "I'm so ashamed to lie like this in front of you. I've never been in front of anyone else... At least turn off the light."

"Then I wouldn't see you. And I wanted to so much."

Sasha, taking Dasha's hands, brought them to his lips one by one, then leaned towards her, seeking her lips, which stretched to meet his, with a kiss. The robe on the guy's chest opened, and the sharp peaks of Dasha's breasts touched his body for the first time. Both shuddered slightly at that moment, and then Sasha regretfully broke the kiss.

"I wish we were alone in the house, and I could kiss you as much as I want," he whispered quietly. "Good night."

"Good night."

Dasha realized with surprise that she wouldn't mind being alone with him either. How about that. Just yesterday she didn't want that at all, she was angry with Sasha, but now...

"Sash, wait," she called quietly to her departing brother. "Are you now... under your robe... well, is there anything?"

"Of course there is," he smiled. "Me."

"Show me."

She asked so quietly she could barely hear herself, but her brother understood. He returned to her, opening his robe, and Dasha saw before her an erect, ready-for-battle male member. It wasn't that she didn't imagine what it looked like, but she was seeing it for real, up close, for the first time. Dasha wasn't a prude or a touch-me-not. She had dated guys in her senior years and, of course, allowed some things. But mostly it was like that, not serious, at the level of an exciting game. And the guys were more eager to take something off her than to undress themselves. So Dasha remained uneducated for now.

"It's big," she carefully ran her fingers along the shaft. "Will you teach me to play with it?"

"Definitely," her brother promised. "And for starters, give it a goodnight kiss."

"Okay."

Dasha, sitting up on the bed, reached for the toy now right in front of her face, touched the shiny red head with her lips. Then again.

"Good night," she smiled at Sasha's "friend," kissing it one last time.

The "friend," obeying the movement of Sasha's stomach, amusingly "nodded" in response. Dasha snorted, covering her mouth with her palm.

"That's it," her brother grinned, wrapping his robe. "Let's break up, turn off the light. Until tomorrow."

"Until tomorrow."

About three days later, looking in on Sasha, who had returned home, Dasha, with a now habitual gesture, lifted her T-shirt, demonstrating to her brother the mandatory absence of panties.

"Why didn't you call to say you'd be home earlier? I ate without you."

"I ate at the university. Listen, Dash, the weather's like summer. Maybe we should go for a walk? Or to the movies."

"Let's go to the movies. There's a great film at the mall. I've wanted to see it for a long time."

Half an hour later, Sasha was already buying tickets.

"Which hall do we have?"

"Hall four. They have such cool little sofas there. Just right for two."

"Ah, I know. They also have side tables for popcorn and soda."

Holding hands, they went inside and, finding their spot, settled comfortably on it. The lights went out. The first sounds of music and the flash of a blue seascape called them to immerse themselves in the upcoming mysteries of the plot. Dasha, looking at the screen with interest, pressed her cheek to her brother's shoulder. He leaned down, touched the girl's ear with his lips, and whispered quietly.

"Unbutton your jeans."

"Why?" Dasha didn't understand.

"And spread your legs."

"Sash, are you crazy?!" Dasha looked around nervously in the dark of the hall. "I don't have anything under my jeans. Forgot? What if someone sees that you... there?!"

"If they see, let them sit and envy me."

"Sashenka, please don't. Let me at home... however you want. San..."

"Da-sha."

Sasha's tone was calm, but Dasha understood her brother wouldn't change his mind. Looking around furtively once more, she unbuttoned the button and, zipping down, sat more freely. Her brother's hand immediately explored the open space, touching the now accessible triangle of hair. Then his brazen, confident fingers descended, settling between Dasha's legs and moving smoothly back and forth along the narrow "path" leading to the girl's "chambers." Dasha sat like a stone, barely covering the "visitor" with her purse, and was afraid to glance at the neighbors. She wasn't even really following what was happening on the screen. But time passed, no one paid them any attention, and the girl gradually calmed down. Sasha's fingers continued to slide measuredly and unhurriedly along her chastely closed, not yet knowing a male "kiss" lips. And gradually Dasha's feminine "self" began to notice the foreign presence.

At first, she didn't pay attention to these light, pleasant signals, especially since she really wanted to watch the film. But soon it became impossible to ignore the presence of male caresses. Sasha's fingers continued to slowly circle around the doors to her little tower, and she had to bite her lips more and more often to avoid attracting the neighbors' attention with an accidental moan. Especially when the guy's hand touched that very sensitive bump that Dasha herself sometimes liked to secretly caress with her fingers.

Dasha still tried to watch, but with each of Sasha's movements, she cared less and less about the film. She no longer tried to maintain an indifferent appearance, only trying to ensure the neighbors didn't notice her trembling and frequent, ragged breathing. Her legs involuntarily squeezed around Sasha's palm, bathing his bold, gentle fingers in the lake of increasing lubrication. Thin, sticky threads stretched after them, scattering like a cobweb over the light hairs covering the entrance to the holy of holies, sliding down, smearing on her thighs. And the waters in the river of pleasure only increased. And the girl had no chance of holding back this sweetness bursting its banks. Nor did she want to hold it back at all. "Sashenka, more. A little more. I'm about to..."

Dasha covered Sasha's paw with her palm and pressed it harder against herself, moving her hips to meet it. She pressed her free hand to her mouth so as not to give herself away with a cry. Her purse slid off her knees. To hell with it! "O-o-o-oh!" Fortunately, this only rang in Dasha's mind, not disturbing the other viewers. The girl, squeezing Sasha's hand with her thighs, froze, trying with all her might not to shudder in time with the fountain of pleasure beating inside her "little garden." Finally, she exhaled quietly and leaned against Sasha's shoulder. He leaned down, pressing his cheek to her hair, then touched her ear with his lips again.

"Good film,