The Chronicles of Drodge Mallea

well, lust, really. After a few seconds, she looked away, leaving Bran taken aback and wondering how that could have happened. To make it stranger, 30 minutes later, she discretely undid her top blouse button...right as Bran wished she would!

He struggled to make sense of it, to no avail. Luckily, the day's bizarre happenings made it go by quickly and before he knew it, he was out behind his house, sitting by the pool. He didn't realize Ali had joined him and was speaking to him, such was the fog he seemed to be in.

"Bran, are you listening to me?"

He looked up and felt his pulse quicken at the sight of his sister. Ali had undergone a great deal of physical changes of late as well (though not with the speed of Bran's inexplicable transformation). Her petite frame, while still slender and lithe, had noticeably curved in all the right places. Her smallish B cups were perfectly shaped, and her gluts had puffed out into a perfect mini-bubble butt. Her flat stomach and tan skin accentuated her allure, but not as much as her angelic face. Her full lips and doe eyes were framed by straight blonde locks that shimmered against her tan shoulders and all the way down her back.

Bran had long had a maelstrom of feelings for his younger sibling, some honorable and others...well, the fact that she had blossomed into a breathtaking little nymph, coupled with the fact that he genuinely liked his sister as a person, made her irresistible to Bran. Though he'd never acted on it, he'd been madly in love with her for some time now.

"Sorry Al -- caught me daydreaming," he smiled. "What's up?"

"I was just asking if I can lay out with you, or will it bother you."

He smiled again. "Well, yes, it's a terrible burden having a robobabe in a bikini sit by me at the pool, but I'll try to struggle along."

What?!?! He never spoke that way to anyone, least of all his virginal sister. She was cool and all, and 18 now, but still, she was his little sister -- key word being "little.