“No,” I said quickly. “You don’t need to. Levi and I can walk home.”
“Through the forest?” Noah asked skeptically. “Are you sure?”
“Well…” I pulled my sneakers onto my feet and tied them quickly. “I’ve never seen that bear before, and I’ve walked through the forest many times. It was just a crazy coincidence.”
“Still. It’s late Autumn, Kim. Was the bear skinny? It’s going into hibernation soon, and right now it’s scavenging as much food as it can. But if it can’t find enough…” Noah trailed off and gave me and Levi a meaningful look.
“I guess I could bring pepper spray. I mean, just in case. Pepper spray works on bears, right?”
“Not going into their territory is what works on bears,” Noah muttered. “But if you’re determined on going through the forest, I guess that will have to do. Keep your phone on hand at all times, and call me if you see or hear anything. All right?”
“All right.” I nodded and leaned in to give Noah a quick, tight hug. His heart was beating fast against my ear. I’m going to miss that sound. I thought as I pulled away.
“I’ll see you soon, Noah.” I said and backed out of the doorway, whistling for Levi who came running gleefully.
“Sooner than you think.” Noah winked and closed the door in my face, leaving me with a dumbfounded expression on my face to wonder what he meant.
“Come on, Levi.” I clicked my tongue and started jogging down the stairs, with Levi running up behind me.
Walking out the front door, I could feel the cold air against my legs. That blanket sure would have been nice now. I walked past the pharmacy, which Noah’s apartment was above, on my way to the department store a few blocks down the road. Do they even sell pepper spray at the department store? I wondered quietly to myself. I hope I don’t have to go all the way across town to some weird, special store.
Levi did her business on the side of the road, on a patch of grass below a light post. A passerby watched me curiously, probably making sure that I was going to pick up after Levi. To my embarrassment, I didn’t have any bags with me, and I awkwardly walked away, tugging lightly at Levi’s leash.
After walking four blocks down the road, I could see the bright orange letters on the department store’s outer wall. I tied Levi to a fence post outside and gave her a quick pet on the head before heading inside, feeling overwhelmed by just how big everything was. I was used to picking up all my groceries at the corner store, but this store was like ten of those combined.
The novelty quickly wore off, however, when I realized that I couldn’t find what I was looking for. I’d looked in the sports section, the gun accessories section, even the lawn section—but none of them had pepper spray. Finally, absolutely flabbergasted, I picked up the tiny bottle from a shelf in the spice section.
I shook my head in disbelief and quickly made my way to the long line of check–outs. On the way there, I also stopped in the dog isle to pick up a bag of bacon–flavored dental chews for Levi. She deserves a treat.
While I was looking through the many bags for the one she would like the best, my ears were suddenly assaulted by a familiar, high–pitched voice. I turned my head and looked towards the cashier, where Camilla was standing with her friends; talking loudly and eating an ice cream that she hadn’t paid for yet. Next to her was a display of condoms, and a petty plan quickly took form inside my head.
I grabbed the nearest dog treat bag and turned around. With a spring in my step, I walked the rest of the way towards Camilla and cleared my throat.
“Oh, excuse me,” I said and reached past them to the condoms. “I just need some of these…”
I took my sweet time deciding between the many packages, eventually settling on a mega–sized box of XXL condoms that advertised themselves as being ‘ribbed for her pleasure’.
Camilla was staring at me the whole time, her mouth hanging slightly open. The look of pure hatred in her eyes made my heart flutter. Camilla had no idea that I was actually Noah’s step–sister, and she probably thought that I was intending to use the condoms with him. Not entirely incorrect, I thought to myself gleefully—in fact that was exactly what I wanted her to think. Oh, sweet, sweet revenge.
I paid for my things with a smile on my face. I might not have gotten to punch Camilla in the face, but this felt even better. After quickly sticking the pepper spray and condoms in my pocket, I walked back outside to Levi and shook the plastic bag in front of her.
“Look, Levi–girl.” I cooed. “Do you want a treat?”
She jumped up and down excitedly, barking at me when I struggled to open the package at first try. She chewed up a small handful of candies in a few quick bites, and then we turned around and walked back towards the forest.
* * *
When I arrived back home, I was soaked to the skin in sweat and Levi was panting. We had jogged the entire way home, both getting our daily exercise in as early as possible. I took her leash of and set her free inside the house, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand.
“Hello!” I called out into the hallway. “Mom. Stephen. I’m home.”
I kicked off my shoes and hung my jacket on the hook by the door. My mom appeared in the living room arch and looked at me sternly.
“It’s about time.” She said and raised an eyebrow, looking me up and down. “Now go take a shower, you look filthy. Noah is coming over soon!”
“Noah is coming?” I asked, baffled. “Why?”
“Sweetie, it’s Sunday.” My mom reminded me.
I threw my head back and stared up at the roof. Of course, it was Sunday. We always had family dinner on Sundays—how could I forget that? So that’s what Noah meant when he said ‘sooner than you think’… I would have wanted some more time to think about last night and everything that had changed between us, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen now.
“I made pot roast! It’s ready in two hours,” My mom continued. She sounded proud, and I made a mental note to compliment her on her cooking later. “But we can’t have a family dinner with you looking like that, so go on and get cleaned up.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I muttered and turned around.
I quickly jogged up the stairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I could hear the sound of pebbles being poured into Levi’s food bowl, and then a manly voice talking to her in the way you’d talk to a baby. She was Stephen’s dog to begin with, but I took care of her when they went travelling—which was most of the time. That’s why she likes me more. I thought proudly.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I started to undress. Before I went to bed last night, I’d soaked my shirts in the sink and given them a quick rinse. To my relief, they’d both had time to dry overnight—otherwise I would have had to wear nothing but Noah’s thin shirt on my walk home. That would have been embarrassing. I thought as I tossed my clothes into the laundry hamper in the corner of my room. I wiggled out of my jeans, set them down on my bed, and pulled my panties down over my hips.
With a pit in my stomach, I turned around and looked at myself in the full length mirror. What would Noah have thought of my body? I thought as I ran my hand across my curves. I wasn’t model thin, and there were many other things that I wanted to change about my body. I wish my hair was thicker.
With a hmpf, I wrapped a pink towel around my body and walked out through the hallway and into the bathroom. I set my towel down in the sink and walked into the shower, turning the water on the highest setting that wouldn’t scald my skin.
When I was done rinsing my hair and body, I stood still and let the hot water run across my naked body. I contemplated turning the pressure up and letting it massage my clit, but something was holding me back.
After my night with Noah, masturbating just felt so… mediocre. I wanted his hands on me—between my legs, touching my breasts and pulling my hair roughly. My pussy was pounding with need, but I held myself back. Instead, I was concocting another plan inside my head.
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sp; Giving my body a last rinse with cold water, I got out to dry myself off. I wrapped a towel around my hair and another around my body, then I sneaked down the hallway to my bedroom. If Stephen was upstairs on the computer, I didn’t want him to hear me and pop his head out to see me walking half–naked through his house. Luckily, he didn’t.
Once back in the safety of my room, I walked right up to my closet and pushed it open.
“Let’s see,” I said to myself. “What’s the sexiest thing I own?”
I let my hand run along the rack of clothes. I owned so many different clothes—shirts, tunics, dresses, costumes—but nothing that I’d bought with the intention of being sexy. All my clothes felt childish and innocent now. Where was the cleavage? The curve–hugging forms?
Eventually, my eyes settled on a small, black dress. It had a double V–neck, with tiny sleeves and a very narrow waist. I set it down on my bed and started digging through my underwear drawer instead—only to encounter the same problem. I was lucky to find a sleek, black push–up bra, but my sexiest panties were a pair of simple red hipsters. I guess they’ll have to do. I thought and slammed the drawer shut with a bang.
A frisky smile played on my lips when I got dressed. I hadn’t had this much fun in years! The bra made my breasts pop out and gave me a flattering cleavage, and the dress hugged my curves perfectly. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy. I can’t wait for Noah to see me!
With half an hour left to go, I sat down in front of my mirror and started to paint my face. I went all in—although while still keeping it discreet—with mascara, faint eyeliner and eye shadow, contour and a bright red lip stick. Lastly, I propped my feet into a pair of black kitten heels. Just as I stood up, ready and full of excitement, the doorbell rang downstairs.
I stumbled into the hallway, quickly realizing that you can’t run in heels the same way you can in sneakers. Clearing my throat, I quickly reassembled myself. I walked with my head held high, imagining Noah’s reaction in my head—he would look at me, and instantly his mouth would fall open. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, he would stammer for a few seconds before telling me I looked beautiful.
Sadly, my daydream was far from reality. When I appeared at the top of the stairs, my mother and Noah were standing downstairs in the hallway and staring up at me. Why does mom look so angry? I thought and started walking downstairs.
“You’re in big trouble, young lady.” She said and pointed at me. Her angry expression instantly washed away when she turned towards Noah, putting her hand on his shoulder lovingly. “Noah, would you be a dear and help your father set the table?”
He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen, shooting a quick, confused glance at me before rounding the corner.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
My mother quickly ushered me into the dining room, muttering under her breath. “Why, I never imagined… In my own house!”
Stephen and Noah were sitting next to each other at the large wooden dining table. They both turned their heads and looked at me when I entered the room, and Stephen looked me quickly up and down.
“What’s wrong?” I repeated and sat down in the empty chair opposite of Noah.
“Your mother… found something.” Stephen said and raised his eyebrows. “In your coat pocket.”
The color faded from my face. I knew what she had found; the tool I used to get back at Camilla—a mega pack of extra–large condoms. My mother had walked into the room and was holding them up for everyone to see, to my embarrassment. Noah looked between the condoms and me with big eyes.
“You went through my pockets?” I asked, trying to remain calm.
On the inside, I was fuming. She had no right to do that! I thought angrily. Does she think she can just come home and parent me whenever it suits her?
“Well I had to!” My mother defended herself. “And it’s good that I did, otherwise I would have never found out that you were having sex.”
“MOM! I’m not having sex!” I threw my hands in front of my face and groaned loudly. “I just bought those because… because…”
I couldn’t finish my sentence. Why did I buy the condoms? To get back at Camilla, because I was jealous that she had sex with Noah and I didn’t? I wasn’t sure. But I knew that anything was better than telling the truth, even if it meant that my mother thought that I was an irresponsible, sex–crazed slut.
“Kimberly, I’m disappointed in you,” My mother shook her head. “I thought I raised you better than this.”
I sighed deeply. Even if I’d been having sex—which I clearly wasn’t—at least I was doing it safely! It’s not like I was screwing random people that I’d just met, without any kind of protection. It’s not like she ever took any precautions, I thought to myself. I’m living proof of that.
“And at such a young age too.” Stephen intercepted. “When we left you with the house, we expected you to act responsible.”
“And extra–extra–large condoms too?” Noah grinned. “Whoever he is, he must have a very large dong.”
I stared at him. My eyes were screaming ‘shut the fuck up’ but he didn’t care in the slightest. In fact, he was smiling the whole time. He seemed to think that the whole situation was hilariously amusing, especially now that he thought it was all about him. Which, in a way, it kind of was. But that didn’t stop me from kicking him under the table.
My mother had sat down opposite of me and was angrily carving up the roast with a sharp knife. We all sat in silence for a moment, awkwardly putting food on our plates without as much as a glance.
“So…” Stephen said suddenly. “Are you and this guy dating?”
I looked up and met Stephen’s curious eyes. “Uhm…” I hesitated for a moment before continuing. “No, we’re just friends.”
“Tsk.” My mother let out.
“Tell us more about him.” Stephen encouraged me. “Go on! Who is it?”
I glanced sideways at Noah, and we exchanged a quick look. He looked pleased with himself, obviously enjoying watching me being interrogated. “It’s complicated.” I said finally.
“You’re not even together with this… this GUY, and yet you’re already having sex?” My mother asked loudly. Apparently my response had set her off on another rant about my life. “Kimberly, what are you thinking?! What if you get pregnant? You’re so young! Do you really want to throw your life away already?”
“You mean like you did?” I snapped back at her. “Was that how you felt when you had me? Like your life was thrown away?”
She stammered for a moment, and Stephen stared at me wide–eyed. “That’s no way to talk to you mother, Kimberly.” He bellowed. “Apologize, right now!”
I sat quietly for a moment, internally boiling with anger. Eventually I realized that I had stepped over the line, and inhaled deeply before opening my mouth again. “I’m sorry, mom.” I mumbled. “I didn’t mean it.”
She looked at me with tearful eyes and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “No, I’m sorry Kimmy.” She said. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy like that.”
“Dahlia…” Stephen said, but she interrupted him.
“She’s right, Stephen. When I was Kimberly’s age, I was already pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, Kimberly, I love you with all my heart—but I don’t want you to go down the same road as I did. Promise me you’ll be careful, all right? I want you to learn from my mistakes, not repeat them.”
I nodded slowly, feeling tears burning behind my eyelids. “I love you too, mom.” I said. “This is really good, by the way. You really outdid yourself this week.”
My mom smiled widely, practically beaming with pride.
“Oh, definitely!” Noah chimed in.
“Now here’s a proper family dinner.” Stephen said and put his hand on Noah’s shoulder. “I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my Sunday afternoon than to eat a delicious dinner with my lovely wife and kids. A little fighting just brings us closer together.”
He leaned across the table and placed a smooch on my mother’s lips, both of them smacking loudly. I turned my head away towards Noah, who was smiling at me with raised eyebrows. Suddenly, I could feel his foot rubbing against my leg. He had taken his shoe off and was letting his foot trace up and down my inner thigh.
I glanced around nervously, worried that mom or Stephen would see what he was doing, but they were busy eating and looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. I slipped my shoe off my foot and lifted it slowly towards Noah, feeling his knee with my toes.
He pressed his lips together tightly and leaned back in his chair, putting his fork down on the plate. “Boy, I’m full.” He announced loudly. “That was the best pot roast I’ve ever eaten, Joanne.”
“Do you eat pot roast often?” I teased him.
Meanwhile, I let my foot wander in between his thighs, feeling something hard rub against my toes. Is he hard for me? I thought. A pink flush was rising on my neck and cheeks.
“Not as often as I wish,” Noah admitted. “But if it was made by your mother, I’d happily eat it every day.”
“What if it was made by me?”
I hooked my toes around the zipper of his pants and pulled them down slowly, letting my bare foot rub against him. Only the sheer fabric of his boxers was between his cock and my foot, and I eagerly hooked my toes around that and pulled them down too.
Noah cleared his throat and glanced around the room quickly. When he looked back at me, his facial expression had changed.
“I don’t know… I’ve never tried your pot roast. Do you think I should?”
“Oh yes. It’s very warm and tender, I promise.”
“Kimberly,” My stepfather said suddenly. “I didn’t know you could cook!”
He looked pleasantly surprised, and Noah and I giggled quietly between ourselves. “You’d be surprised by what Kimberly can do,” Noah said. “Turns out she’s quite talented.”
“Well isn’t that fun?” Stephen smiled. “You’ll need skills when you start applying for a job!”
“Yeah,” I mumbled. Getting a job wasn’t exactly something that I was looking forward to, but I guess it had to be done.
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