jamie | parent trap but in reverse

[selfconceited]

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[selfconceited]

[ Emma has spoken barely more than a handful of words to her new step brother.

He's not her brother, thank you. She frames this new addition to her family as it is. Step brother. A necessary specification. She's spent sixteen -- almost seventeen -- years without a brother when their parents wed on a spring afternoon.

She certainly doesn't need one now.

He's also, she quickly decides, quite annoying. Full of himself. It is one thing when a guy knows he is fit, another to act like he's God's gift.

They have successfully avoided each other for most of the year; he's at university, and she at the girl's school in London. During the summer she had spent most of it in Greece with Harriet, keeping in touch with her father ( and new step-mother, because she always seemed to be right there ) via FaceTime. Her father had taken to signing off messages with Love, Daddy and Georgie. It would be sweet, if it didn't irk her.

Unfortunately, she couldn't escape Jamie for the Christmas holiday. And she hated it. Emma loved Christmas. It was her favorite of holidays, and she loved all holidays.

She very much resents having to share her home with people who are effectively little more than strangers to her.

It also meant Jamie was invited to her birthday party. Seventeen is a big deal. The theme is Swan Lake, one of her life-long obsessions. She's perfectly civil to him, but that is it.

The Woodhouse's country home is sprawling, and rather frigid in the winter months. She wakes much too early with a raging hangover, only to find her water bottle empty. Groaning, Emma drags herself from bed, down hallways she's walked her entire life, and into the kitchen.

She's only half awake when she stumbles onto a mostly naked Jamie. She doesn't really notice him, at first. When she does, the bottle drops from her hand to the floor.

Surprised, she squeaks: ]

-- oh.

[jamieshark]

[After recent events, it seems weird to be having family movie night, but they are. With Emma feeling deflated by the situation with her dickhead boyfriend, she gets to pick. The movie, Trading Places does not sufficiently engage Jamie.

He's distracted anyway. A little worried about Emma, a little interested in the fact that if he angles his head right he can just see her pussy. Just the slightest bit, as he often does when she wears her shorts around the house. Of course he's never told her, he enjoys imagining slipping a finger past the thin fabric of her shorts so he can touch her.

The fact that she's never had a proper orgasm with a bloke seems to trouble him, deeply. It also makes him curious. And cocky. He wonders how quickly he could get her there with a finger. He wonders why he has to worry. They're not blood related-- and sometimes he wonders if she angles her hips toward him like this on purpose. Because she wants him to make the first move.

If his read is correct, and he assumes it is, she's in luck. Progressively through the movie, he's guided her closer to him until she's all the way in his lap. His fingers tease over her bare skin, he doesn't realise she's probably too embarrassed to stop him. Especially because his eyes are fixed on the screen and his hands just seem to wander idly.

He's squeezing her thigh, then turning his hand inward, stroking the shape of her cunt through her shorts. He presses his cheek against the top of her head, squeezing his hand around her middle before two of his fingers start to drag circles over her clit.]