Public Nudity/Follow him downstairs and enjoy a naked breakfast with your brother
After a few moments, you pull yourself together and head downstairs. You had gone down the stairs naked many times over the years, but this time is different. This time, you not only know that your older brother is downstairs naked, but that he is actually expecting you to join him for a fully nude breakfast!
As you enter the dining room, you see Kevin already sitting there in front of the stack of freshly-made pancakes you had prepared for him earlier. By now, the morning sun was shining brightly through the open windows near the table. The sunshine slowly drying off the water from the skin of your brother's muscular body. He watches your slender body as you walk in and sit down in the chair directly next to him. It's a big table with plenty of other chairs to pick from, but you pick the one that gives you the best view of his manhood. It's not as big as it looked a few minutes ago, but still somewhat stiff.
"Are these blueberries?" he asks you as soon as your bare ass hits the cold wooden chair.
"Uh huh" you say as a cold shiver runs through your body. Once you regain your composure, you add "I made them just for you."
He must've walked through the kitchen on his way to the table, because he now has a bottle of maple syrup that he's about to pour onto the steaming stack of pancakes. "That's awful thoughtful of you, Claire. You always were the sweetest."
"Not as sweet as that syrup" you say as the syrup slowly oozes out of the bottle and onto the pancakes.
"Oh, I don't know about that" he says as he takes another look down at your naked body. You hadn't bothered to cross your legs or anything, and your choice of seating location provided him with a nice view of your vagina. Kevin subconsciously starts licking his lips as he stares at your little lips. He must've liked what he was seeing, because he didn't even notice that he's squeezing the plastic syrup bottle harder, causing the syrup to overfill his plate and spill off of one side.
"Not as sticky either-- watch it!" you warn him, pointing to his plate. It takes a moment for him to realize the mess he's making before he finally eases pressure off the bottle, tilts it back upright and sets it back down on the table.
"Oh shit. Now I've made a mess!" He grabs the cloth napkin nearby and starts to wipe the syrup off of the table. You would help him with that, but there's only one napkin nearby. Rather than get up to grab some more, you decide to clean up some of the drippings with your hands instead. Kevin just looks at you and laughs. "Thanks for the help!"
"Well, if I got up to grab some paper towels, you'd just be staring at my ass and probably make an even bigger mess!"
"Why? Because your ass is so irresistible?"
"You couldn't help but look at it when you got out of the shower!"
"Yeah, because you were practically presenting it to me!"
"Was not!"
"Uh huh. So whatchya gonna do now, sticky hands?"
You look down at your syrupy hands and decide that the best thing you could do to move things along would be to get your brother to lick you clean. You look back at him and move your hands closer to his face, taunting him. "Sorry, did I steal your syrup, army boy?"
"Well... yeah. You kinda did--" You cut him off mid-sentence by sticking your right hand directly into his mouth. Taking your cue, he wastes no time and starts licking your hand clean with his tongue and lips. His warm saliva wraps around your slender, syrupy fingers as he licks and sucks them clean, one by one.
Once he finishes cleaning your right hand, you take your left hand, which is also covered in syrup, and slowly move it up to your own mouth. "I hope you don't mind if I have a taste", you ask rhetorically. As he watches you intently, you stick out your tongue and start to lick some of the syrup off. As you work your index finger suggestively with your tongue, your pinky, ring and middle fingers curl downward, causing some of the syrup to drip down onto your chest. As you had hoped, the syrup drizzled directly onto your left tit, barely grazing your puffy nipple. "Oops" you manage to say between giggles.
"Claire! Now who's making a mess?" Your brother is playing along, but he also doesn't want to get in trouble. The surprise of coming home early would be dampened if it meant that your mother would have to scrub the whole damn dining room as a result.
"It's okay," you say to him. "I didn't get any on the chair or on the floor. In fact, I don't think we need to let any of this syrup go to waste..." In a daring moment of boldness, you take your left hand, still mostly covered in syrup, and carefully smear it on your right tit, hoping that he'll take the invitation. He watches you closely and again starts licking his lips, still syrup-y from having licked your other hand clean. You're convinced that he's only moments away from sucking your teenage tits clean, when you suddenly get an evil urge to take it a step further. You smear the syrup down your torso so that he'll have to lick your belly too. You can hear him hold his breath as your hand moves lower and lower, inching towards your pubic area, before finally wiping the remaining syrup on what little pubic hair you have on your snatch. Just for good measure, you slip a finger into your slit, the warm sticky syrup mixing with your warm sticky juices.
"Okay, little sis. You got me!" he says as he starts laughing.
It's not the reaction you were hoping for while you finger your snatch in front of your brother. "What's so funny?"
"Look, Claire. I don't know who put you up to this, but you'd better stop. Now."
"No one put me up to this, Kevin. I just thought it would be a fun desert for you to lick my body clean!"
"Well, I haven't even eaten my breakfast yet--"
"Then eat me!" you shout, rather forcefully.
Rather than obey your order, he picks up a fork and knife and starts cutting up the pancakes. "You'd better go take another shower before you mess up the whole house with that shit."
As he takes a big bite of the blueberry pancakes, you keep fingering your tight pussy. If he's going to make you uncomfortable by ignoring your sexual advances, then you're going to make him uncomfortable by masturbating right there in front of him while he eats!
Or maybe not. That might be a little too freaky, even for you. After all, he is your older brother, and you are treading dangerously close to a line that can't be uncrossed. So, what do you do?