Chapter 3

My sister typically bought really stupid gifts for me and then everyone in the family would laugh over my reaction. Taylor usually pretended that she thought it was the coolest thing ever. One year she bought me one of those multi-colored Bill Cosby sweaters he made famous in the 1980s with a big hot dog on it and the words “BIG DOG” on the back. She swore I’d be the coolest person in the school if I wore it.

My parents thought her gag gifts were funny, because she normally followed up with something that passed for a typical Christmas present after seeing my reaction.

When we got home, Taylor was laying on the couch watching TV. My Dad was ignoring her and working on his phone. She was laying on her belly. Her plump ass wasn’t exposed, but the outline of her bubble butt was still strangely sexy.

“Hey, I need to make a call, do you mind if I use your room, Squirt?” she asked when she saw me.

“Oh, wow. Did Jason really take his room back?” my mom was pleasantly surprised that my sister had been evicted from my room. I thought she would take Taylor’s side so that was a pleasant surprise.

“Yeah, I am living at college now. I don’t need the room any longer. I just missed my old wall posters and trophies and wanted to sleep there. Jason was a pal and let me bunk there last night.”

“Where did you sleep?” my mom seemed worried. There was only one bed in that small room.

“On a pallet on the floor, don’t worry – We didn’t spoon or anything,” my sister’s eyes twinkled playfully as she got up to make her phone call. My mom assumed she was kidding and said she had some packages in the car to put away.

“I’ll do it,” my sister made a bee-line for the front door, but my mom stopped her. “Oh no, Miss Taylor! You aren’t going to sneak a peek at what Santa is bringing you this year. Christmas comes but once a year, and you aren’t going to ruin the surprise! Now go make your call and be back down later to help us decorate the tree!”

My sister obediently walked upstairs. I saw my mom’s lip quiver in surprise. She was happy that we’d all be together. She didn’t seem to notice that my sister had done what I told her to do without question. It was kind of fun ordering her around, right under my parent’s noses.

I’d have to be careful not to get too enthusiastic though!

“And put some clothes on. It’s getting nippy outside,” my mom called up after her. I don’t think she could see under my sister’s sweater, but I had the distinct impression she wasn’t wearing panties or anything at all under it.

“Nipply,” Brandon said as he pranced down the stairs. “Where did you come from, pipsqueak?” My sister teased him and tackled him playfully as he came bounding down the stairs. She began to tickle him, and my little brother giggled.

I could see the crack of my sister’s ass when she bent over on the stairs. I thought my mom might have noticed as well, but she was already out the door to get the shopping. I helped put them away.

After Dinner, my sister approached me and told me that she had something to talk to me about.

“Is this another run you want me to film? I am not Jacques Cousteau”

“It’s more than that, and Jacques Cousteau was a deep-sea explorer,” my sister corrected me.

“Whatever, he filmed wildlife, and that was totally wild. I thought we’d get caught.”

My sister told me to keep my voice down and assured me we would if I didn’t. “I have some things to tell you, and I need to ask you something. Can you not be a total choade right now?”

Taylor seemed serious and so I followed her to my room. “I can’t ask you to lock the door, but if you don’t want anyone coming in that would be cool,” my sister said as she removed her sweater after shutting the door.

Her huge tits flopped out.

“Are you going to get into formal dress?” I asked playfully.

“I can, but I need you to really listen to me and not try to look up my pooper to see what I ate for lunch. Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So, tell me to assume formal dress,” Taylor stood naked in front of me as if she were challenging me -ready to walk away dismissively. She hid nothing about her nudity as I locked the door to my room.

“Will you assume the formal dress position?” I asked politely.

“No, if you want me to do it, you have to tell me to do it.”

I was flummoxed and didn’t understand the subtle distinction between asking and telling her to do something. Ultimately, it was up to Taylor whether she’d assume the vulnerable position in front of me or not. It seemed like a word game she wanted me to play.

“Fine, Meka-Lekka, Hi, Mekka Hiney-Ho,” I crossed my arms like I was making a formal wish through the Genie that used to serve Pee Wee Herman, blinked my eyes and said “I wish for you to assume the formal dress position, but I wish that you would face me instead of the door.”

I flopped down on the bed.

My sister looked flummoxed and sighed. “You don’t have to make a wish. You just have to tell me,” she said as she got down on her knees and faced me with her hands flat on the ground in front of her and her ass facing away.

“No, I meant face your ass toward me,” I was half-joking. This already seemed like some kind of surreal test, and I thought I was probably blowing it by not committing to it seriously. I think I was using humor to deflect because I was overwhelmed by my sister’s beautiful body and strange behavior.

“Then tell me that,” she sounded nervous but also frustrated. It didn’t occur to me that a girl as confident as my sister seemed could be nervous about my reactions though. I assumed that the woman from the phone was watching.

“Is the phone on? Am I being watched?”

“Head Mistress’s phone is off and on your computer desk. You look a LOT of porn, by the way. You should really clean your browser history, little bro.”

The phone was where she said it was, and I confirmed it was off.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I will tell you when you are ready. Are you going to tell me to face my ass toward you first?”

“Yeah,” I said. I expected her to do it without needing a formal instruction, but she didn’t. “Will you please face your ass toward me.”

“I knew this was a mistake. I wish Brandon was a little older,” my sister lamented.

“Fine, Turn your ass to face me, Thunder Thighs.”

My sister put up no resistance. She spun on her knees to face away and then spread her knees wide enough that I could see her pussy and her asshole.

“Why do they call you thunder thighs anyway? you have a nice butt,” I admired it. My sister had the words tattooed in plain English but in a similar font to the one on her sweater.

“I am glad you think so,” she explained “My test to become a Beta Ho was to commit to my pledge name. Contrary, to what I have always believed since I was little, I am not a perfect being. I have imperfections and I am learning to embrace them, accept them, and then overcome them as a member of the Chi-Hos”

“You keep saying your sorority is the Chi-Ho’s, but you also call them the Chi-Omegas,” I observed.

“Yeah, Chi-Ho’s are what we call ourselves in secret. The Kappa Kappa Gammas are called Visa Visa Mastercard, the Delta Zetas are called the Easy DZs and the Phi Mus are called Phi Moos.”

My sister mooed like a cow when she exaggerated the name of the Phi Mus.

I had no idea what those were, but I assumed they were fellow sororities. “Why would you put yourselves down?”

“Pride is a vanity, and it is okay to look pretty, but to know your place. I know I am a Ho. I accept it. I wear it like a badge of honor. I accepted my pledge name and carry it with me forever.

I have fat thighs that jiggle when I run. I try and try to reduce them but the skinnier I get the bigger my ass looks. I am Thunder Thighs.”

“So, I can call you Thunder Thighs?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t expect that response. Despite the fact that my older sister was showing me her goodies and bearing her soul to me – I felt that pet name might be crossing the line for me.

“What about in front of Mom and Dad?”

“That’s what I need to talk to you about. I have something to offer you, but you aren’t making this easy.”

“That’s because I do not get it. There has to be a joke here somewhere. You are building me up for some big fall when you kept blowing smoke up my ass and convinced me I could go on a date with Jenny Goodman.”