Just Get It Over With

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Sister's foolproof plan to get her brother to stop staring.
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Updated 06/08/2023
Created 03/05/2017
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Author's Note: I affirm that all of the characters within this story are over the age of 18.

THE ANNOYANCE

It was barely a week into 19-year-old Stephanie's summer vacation when she became fed up with her 18-year-old brother, Greg. Originally she had been looking forward to being back home with her parents, and yes even her annoying brother Greg, after experiencing her freshman year in college and all the wonders (and stresses) of a large campus. Spending some relaxing quiet time in the small town where she grew up seemed like a good way to recharge her batteries, and she had figured she'd do purely leisure activities for at least a couple of weeks, then perhaps pick up a summer job or put in some volunteer hours at the small medical clinic in town. Aspiring to be a nurse, she knew she'd need to start getting some hands-on experience before too long.

But Greg was getting on her nerves, and only after a few days. How could she put up with him and his antics all summer? It actually hadn't occurred to her that she'd have to deal with him at all. For the last few summers, Greg had attended a summer camp a hundred miles away. When he was younger he enjoyed attending; in his middle to late-teens he became a junior camp counselor. As he finished his senior year in high school, he turned 18 and declared that he was done with summer camp in any form. He would be enjoying one last lazy summer until it was his turn to start his freshman year in collage, like Stephanie.

The reason Stephanie was so annoyed with her brother was absurd, but there was no denying it: Greg was hopelessly obsessed with Stephanie's boobs.

Sighing at the thought of Greg's testosterone-fueled stupidity, Stephanie entered her bedroom and stood in front of a full-length mirror in the corner. She looked at her own breasts, which swelled amply under her white v-neck short-sleeved t-shirt. She had to admit to herself, for a young petite woman of her short stature (she was only a couple inches over five feet and only about 110 pounds), her breasts were indeed larger than average. Much larger than average, she had to admit.

Stephanie knew it was what guys first noticed about her when being approached in social settings. Her friend and classmate Shelly once joked to her that any guy Stephanie dated didn't know that the color of her eyes was green or that her long hair was blond until the third date. She wasn't naive, she knew that her breasts were her sexy secret weapon, but she also knew that men's general obsession with them could also be a distraction and that she might not be taken seriously. It was a fact of life that she was well-endowed in the breast department, and she would just have to deal with it.

But her own brother's obsession? Jesus.

Stephanie not only had large breasts, they had started developing early, much earlier than her female friends in her age group. And almost immediately her brother Greg started noticing them and staring at them pretty much all the time. Stephanie would simply yell at him to snap out of it, sometimes bop in him on the head, and he would blush and look away. Even Mom and Dad had scolded him for openly starting at his sister's chest.

Having been gone for the school year, and with the vain hopes that her brother had matured at least somewhat, or perhaps gotten a girlfriend to focus on, Stephanie figured that her brother's obsession with her tits would have faded. But to her initial shock and then utter annoyance, she had been home barely 10 minutes, exchanging hugs with her parents and yes, even her brother, when she glanced at him and found that his gaze was squarely on her secret weapons. As a young teenager, she could simply ignore his gazes and chalk it off to ignorant and innocent puberty kicking in. But now, at 18, her brother was officially and adult. And despite the age, she was his sister!

She had considered talking to her friend Shelly about it and seeking her advice. But as the whole thing had an incestuous bend to it, she didn't really want to bring up such an awkward topic. For pretty much the same reason she didn't mention it to her folks, and whether they noticed his renewed staring habits or not, they hadn't said anything since she'd returned home. No, she was going to have to take matters into her own hands. She was going to have to confront her brother about it once and for all.

Stephanie suddenly felt the pure irony of the fact that while she had been standing there trying to figure out what to do about her brother staring at her tits, she was standing there staring at her own tits. She allowed herself a quick laugh, and her anger subsided somewhat. Despite her brother's annoying habits, staring her breasts being chief among them, she realized that she still loved him and cared for him. He was often annoying, but he was never mean. In fact, he was quite caring and supportive in general. By nature, Greg was easy-going and definitely not hung up about himself like some knuckle-dragging idiots she'd dated in the past.

The more she thought of her brother's demeanor, Stephanie realized that most of the time Greg had a quiet confidence about him. When she would catch him lost in his own thoughts, and actually not starting at her chest, he often had a small smirk on his face, even a twinkle in his eye, as if he had a special secret that only he knew about. She had to admit that he had also grown into a pretty good looking guy, and she knew that he would have little trouble getting dates in college. What it boiled down to was this one major flaw: for some reason he just wouldn't let up on staring at her breasts!

It would have to be dealt with. Soon.

THE PLAN

Throughout the course of the day, Stephanie contemplated how to approach her brother about it. At the extreme end of the spectrum she could simply start screaming at him the next time she caught him staring, perhaps even in the presence of her parents to maximize the shock value. But she quickly dismissed that thought, because it could deeply embarrass him to the the point that their otherwise good sibling relationship would be irrevocably altered.

She knew that her approach would have to be one-on-one and somehow in a way that would embarrass him the least. She would sit him down and be direct but with a careful tone, perhaps a little gentle pleading, maybe add a couple of tears. That would reach into his heart and help him man up and break his immature habit. Maybe...

That evening another idea hit her like a ton of bricks and in the most unusual way.

Stephanie, Greg and their folks enjoyed a nice dinner together. Mom kept remarking that it was so nice to have everyone home this summer, lamenting that once Greg started college she and Dad would officially be "empty nesters." Dad just grinned mischievously, it was obvious he was looking forward to having no kids around for once. Greg engaged in conversation as well, but of course he spent much of the time staring at his sister's chest.

After dinner they all gathered in the den to watch TV, perhaps stream a movie. Stephanie's dad flipped on the TV, and before he could hit the menu button they were all a bit shocked to see two naked people on the screen! Stephanie's mom, who was always rather conservative, let out a gasp, but almost immediately they all noticed that the people on the TV were actually censored...sort of.

"I know this show," Greg remarked. "It's Naked and Afraid. Hilarious."

"Naked and Afraid?" Mom asked.

Everyone continued to watch. The naked people were censored in that their private parts were blurred out, but they were clearly naked. They were also dirty, as if they were stranded castaways, and they appeared to be making some kind of camp in the middle of a jungle.

"Yeah," Greg replied. "It's one of those survival shows, but the big twist is that the contestants, always a man and a woman, are required to be completely naked-at least when they first get there. Sometimes they fashion make-shift loin-cloth type things."

"You sure know a lot about this show," Dad quipped. Greg blushed and Stephanie couldn't help but let out a giggle. But Dad was also apparently curious, because when he saw that the DVR had been recording this channel he scanned back to where the show began.

"Honey, seriously?" Mom said.

"I'm just trying to get how this show gets started," Dad said. "I mean, it sure seems like it would be distracting to have to do that naked. Are they married?"

"No," Greg said. "They are always complete strangers." Clearly he had seen several episodes of this show.

Sure enough, the show's introduction of the contestants specified that they'd be meeting for the first time when they got dropped off at their survival location and made to strip down. In this particular episode the guy was a fireman who liked to do extreme sports, so he seemed in pretty good shape for survival. The woman was an ER doctor who had served in the Air Force. They would be required to last seven days in the wilderness-in this case a jungle in Laos-with only one or two items from a survival wish list. The guy got a flint and a small pocket knife. The woman got an empty plastic bottle and a fish hook.

Both contestants were being transported separately to the meeting point, both expressing a bit of anxiety about being naked, but they were also pumped up about proving they could survive with no significant survival gear or tools. As soon as they were dropped off they took off all their clothes, including underwear, and handed it over to what must've been an assistant to the camera person. Then they started walking toward the meeting point.

"I can't believe anyone would do this," Mom said as the two naked strangers finally saw each other from a distance that was steadily closing.

Stephanie couldn't believe it either, but she was used to shock TV shows like this. She was genuinely curious to see how the two would react to each other's naked bodies. Although their genitals were blurred out it was apparent that they were both in pretty decent shape, even fairly attractive. And here they were, meeting for the first time completely in the nude.

There was definitely a bit of awkwardness as the two shook hands and exchanged names (Jack and Sarah) and what they did for a living. They would also have quick cut-scenes where the contestants recalled what they were thinking and feeling in those moments. In the woman's cut-scene she said, "As a doctor, particularly an ER doctor, I see naked people practically every day, so I'm pretty much immune to it, doesn't shock me. But I could tell Jack was doing his best to maintain eye-contact with me. It was actually very gentlemanly of him."

Stephanie immediately glanced over at Greg. He was watching the show.

Sarah continued, "I knew that it was going to be awkward no matter what, and I also knew that I had to get along well with Jack if we were to help each other survive, so I decided to just let him get the staring out of his system right away."

The show cut back to their introductory exchange, and Sarah said, "Look we're going to be naked for the next week, and survival needs to be our focus. Distractions can literally be fatal out here, so I want you to feel free to just get it over with and get it out of your system." With a big grin she held her arms out and did a slow turn in front of Jack, then added with in a playful tone, "Have a good long look!" Jack was grinning ear-to-ear and getting a good long look at her naked body. Sarah, in turn, did her own fair amount of staring, and with obviously provocative editing, they included a quick close-up of Sarah's face, apparently looking down at Jack's crotch, and raising her eyebrows in appreciation.

After a couple moments of that they laughed, even gave each other a light hug, then set off on their adventure. Stephanie and her family ended up watching the entire episode. Amazingly, throughout the rest of the show Jack and Sarah worked side-by-side as if they were fully clothed. The sexual tension was pretty much gone.

Throughout the episode, Stephanie kept glancing over at Greg, and an idea-a crazy idea-started formulating in her head. Two phrases that the contestant Sarah had said kept resonating in her mind:

Just get it over with...

Get it out of your system...

Later, after everyone had gone to bed, Stephanie was wide awake under her covers, wearing simple cotton panties and t-shirt, her mind buzzing. Was she insane just thinking that the "Sarah Tactic" might be an good option to use on Greg? If she actually just whipped her shirt off and let him get an eyeful might that actually get him to calm down and behave more appropriately?

She giggled at the thought, at first chastising herself for even considering exposing her breasts to Greg. But she couldn't help but further consider the option, and she eventually came to the realization that if she were to do something like that, her approach and tone were still critical to its success. If she just cornered him and took her shirt off, her brother would get an eyeful but he could also likely freak out, just as he might if she were to scream at him.

No, she had to be more thoughtful about it. And she would have to commit. If she merely took her shirt off but still wore a bra, he would definitely get much more exposure to her breasts, but not much more than he had certainly seen whenever they went swimming and she wore a bikini. She would have to be completely topless. And she would have to allow him a good long look, no quick flashes. She would have to allow him to burn the image of her naked breasts into his brain. Then, hopefully, finally knowing exactly what his sister's big breasts looked like, he would start staring less often now that the mystery being gone.

Stephanie decided she would have to set some other ground rules to ensure he behaved properly in the moment. She also thought to herself, "Hell, this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to get a favor in return from my brother!" Her parents had told her that they would permit her to spend the summer in the house rent-free and without getting a job so long as she agreed to help with general chores around the house, from vacuuming to mowing the lawn to replacing a toilet valve, whatever came up. The same applied to Greg, and Dad was an equal opportunity chore-giver. He simply divided up the chores and projects he and Mom wanted to get done that summer, and the kids were expected to pull their wight.

"I think I can get Greg to agree to take on more of a workload than me," Stephanie thought. With a slightly evil grin she reached her hands up and pushed her two braless breasts together under her thin shirt. Until well past midnight she mapped out her scheme in her mind...

THE MOMENT

Another two days passed before the opportunity arose. The weekend was approaching, and Stephanie and Greg's father surprised their mother by announcing he was taking her on a romantic three-day weekend trip for their 24th Wedding Anniversary.

"The twenty-fourth?" Mom had said, puzzled. "Wouldn't it be more appropriate to do something special for the twenty-fifth?"

Dad had retorted with a grin, "Then it wouldn't be a surprise!" That was Dad, hopeless romantic and goof ball rolled into one.

Dad gave Mom barely a day to pack for their weekend trip to some cozy bed-and-breakfast on a lake abbot two hours' drive from home. He lectured the kids about behaving, keeping the place clean, continuing with their chores, no parties, etc. But neither parent was worried; they were fortunate to have more or less well-mannered kids. Then on a Friday morning they were both gone practically in a ball of dust, Dad being eager to beat the weekend getaway traffic.

After seeing them off, Stephanie went into the kitchen to get something to drink, finding some iced tea in the fridge. She heard Greg enter the kitchen a moment later and heard him grumble a bit. She turned and saw he was looking at a freshly printed list of chores for the two of them to do that weekend.

Greg said, "Dad added a note: 'I will be checking on the completion of these items when I get back home. Have a fun weekend without us, but don't be complete couch potatoes.' Gee, thanks, Dad." Greg crumbled the paper.

Stephanie walked over, flattened the paper back out and, and scanned through the list. There were about a dozen tasks for Greg, the same number for her. She grimaced, some were gross, like cleaning the toilets, deep cleaning the pool filter, things like that. When she hatched her plan, she would ensure that Greg first agreed to take on most, if not all, of these tasks.

Suddenly Stephanie blushed. It struck her that she had been seriously ready to expose her naked breasts to her brother, and she'd been thinking about it it so much she was almost looking forward to it. It had become her mission. But could she really, really go through with it?

She glanced from the list to Greg. He was staring at her tits. She rolled her eyes.

Yes. Yes, she could.

LIQUID COURAGE

Yes, Stephanie still felt she could, but as the day wore on she began losing her nerve. She procrastinated through doing a few of the chores, but only the silliest, easiest ones, such as dusting the ceiling fans. If she moved forward with her plan, she wanted to reserve the more labor-intensive ones for Greg to agree to before he saw her fleshy mounds.

She knew she had to make a decision sooner rather than later. Greg had also immediately set out on his tasks, but his intent was to knock them out as quickly as humanly possible so that he could, in fact, become a couch potato as soon as possible. Stephanie knew that probably the only thing he was thinking about when he was not starting at his sister breasts was the XBox One waiting to be played.

They both paused for dinner, munching on leftovers and watching a little TV, not conversing much. As she finished up, Stephanie went to put her dishes in the sink, and she passed Dad's treasured wet bar on the way. A new twist to her scheme suddenly presented itself. She quickly dropped her dish in the sink, then ran back and plopped onto the couch, knowing full well that her large breasts would bounce heavily and sensually in the movement.

Sure enough, Greg's eyes immediately left the already forgotten show on the TV and looked at Stephanie. Or more specifically, at Stephanie's chest. She was wearing another thin v-neck t-shirt, and she had a bra underneath. She was also wearing little jean shorts, which, had Greg ever bothered to look, would display a pert round ass. But that didn't matter now because certainly there was no reason for her to get anything other than topless soon.

"Greg," she said, looking directly at him. "I have a crazy idea."

"And that is?" he asked, eyes glued to her mounds.

"Let's get drunk."

At this, Greg actually managed to break his gaze from his sister's tits and make eye contact. His eyes were wide in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Yes," Stephanie said. "Well, maybe not completely pass-out hammered, but I think we deserve to cut loose a little." She looked past his shoulder over toward the wet bar.

Greg turned his head to see what she was looking at, then turned back to her. "My god, you are serious!" He laughed. "But Dad would kill us."

"We're adults. Heck, I'm almost twenty."

"But in Dad's eyes, we're lightyears from twenty-one. He barely allowed me two sips of beer on my eighteenth birthday."

Stephanie leaned in a little, supporting herself on her arms, causing them to squish her boobs together a little. Greg gulped and struggled with eye-contact.

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