Maybe in his bag? It was the only place left to look.
Nate’s old duffel bag, the only luggage he had brought from college, was sitting next to the bed with the zipper open, revealing a crumpled mess of clothes. I absentmindedly pawed through it, not really expecting to find my phone. Then I found something totally unexpected.
My panties.
At that moment Nate walked in. When he saw me hunched over his bag his jaw dropped, as did my keys and phone from his hand.
“What are these?” I asked, stretching my panties between my fingers. Nate blushed a deep red. I didn’t know which of my mixed-up emotions I should try to process first: my total satisfaction at seeing him so embarrassed; my disgust at him for stealing my underwear; or the hot arousal that was blooming, totally unbidden, between my legs.
“I-I don’t know where those came from...” he stuttered, trying not to stare at them.
“I’m pretty sure they came out of my hamper,” I replied. “I wore them yesterday.” They were the same panties I had been wearing last night when I...did the dirty deed.
Nate looked like he wanted to run away. I felt so bad for him, but I didn’t know what to say. I wondered who looked redder, me or him. Then he turned away and walked down the stairs slowly.
I looked at my little, white lace thongs, size 2, balled them up in my hand, and stuffed them into my pocket.
****
I stayed in bed late the next day, even though I was wide awake. I was so embarrassed by the whole thing I didn’t want to risk having to face Nate. I finally walked downstairs at 11am, when hunger got the best of me. My keys and phone were on the kitchen table, and Nate was nowhere to be seen.
I made some coffee and picked at my food, trying not to feel disappointed. All that tension between Nate and me over the years, and it all came down to this awkward moment, a few days before he left for his big road trip. Would I even see him again before he left?
****
“Oh my god!” Marnie blurted, shocked and excited. I had described last night’s events to her over burritos at a dingy strip-mall taco shop. The story was probably the juiciest thing she had ever heard. “You should call him right now.”
I wished Marnie would stop salivating over the whole situation and pity me instead. A few days ago I had been excited about a lavish vacation, and a carefree summer before going off to college. Now I was stuck at home. And whatever could have potentially existed between Nate and myself had come to a truly miserable and awkward end. I was actually looking forward to school tomorrow. At least being busy would take my mind off things.
“Let’s go hiking in Sabino Canyon,” Marnie said. “We should go one last time before the summer’s here and I have to go.”
“Okay,” I said. It would take my mind off things, and I was already dressed for the part, in running shorts and a t-shirt.
“Great!” Marnie chirped happily. She seemed oblivious to the anxiety churning in my stomach. Or maybe she knew just how awful I felt and wanted to cheer me up.
So we took off and went hiking. The canyon was just as pretty as I remembered it. I looked around at the massive granite walls rising out of the desert next to the stream and the rocky, overgrown trail. I let the burn in my legs take my mind off the last few days’ events.
We stopped on a big flat rock by the stream. We walked further up than we ever had before, and we hadn’t seen anyone else hiking in the brutal midday heat.
“Ugh,” Marnie panted, “let’s stop here and rest a bit.”
“Yeah, okay,” I breathed, already clawing at the laces of my hiking boots. My feet were sore and burning up, like the rest of my body. I pulled my sweat-soaked clothes off and dove into the rushing waters of the stream. Marnie followed. After a minute, I felt incredible. The water had been so refreshing.
“Thanks for taking me out,” I said, washing the sweat and grime off my face.
After I was finally cold, I dragged myself out of the water and laid down on a rock to dry. Marnie laid down next to me, and we sunbathed for what felt like an hour. We moved into the paltry shade of a scraggly mesquite tree.
“Hey, look at that,” Marnie signaled, pointing off into the distance, to one of the steep canyon walls, where there was a scree-choked gully between two steep cliffs.
“What?” I asked. I peered off into the distance, straining to figure out what Marnie was pointing at. Then I saw it: someone was running down a faint, zig-zagging trail down the gully. I reached for my clothes--probably some freaky granola athlete, like the nuts who were always riding their bikes up-and-down the switchbacks of Mount Lemmon highway.
The figure got closer, and I felt a knot start to twist my stomach. He was wearing a familiar green-and-gold football jersey, number 19. Nate’s jersey.
I could recognize those broad shoulders and that fluid, loping stride, even from this far off. The running man reached the canyon floor and disappeared from view as the trail contoured around the rugged terrain and into a little side canyon. In another few minutes he would come splashing across the creek right next to us.
I felt my heart start to beat a little harder. Part of me was relieved. Now I could deal with this whole thing right now, tell him everything was cool.
If only my white t-shirt wasn’t still clinging to my chest. Most of the time I didn’t have to wear a bra, but right now I would have killed for one. I plucked the front of my shirt away from my skin but it clung right back onto me. Shit.
And why did Marnie have to be here for what was going to be an awkward reconciliation, at best?
Then the man emerged out of a thicket of spiny trees and splashed across the water, never breaking stride. My heart pounded harder and harder as he neared.
But it wasn’t Nate! He was a guy about his age, and one who looked vaguely familiar.
“Hey, Missy!” he called brightly, coming to a stop next to us. He was totally soaked in sweat.
“Hey,” I ventured, one arm covering my breasts.
“You probably don’t recognize me. I was on the football team with Nate. Me and him used to go running out here all the time.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. I felt less anxious already.
“This place brings back memories,” he said, grinning.
Then he turned, a little shyly, to Marnie.
“Hey, Marnie.”
“Hey,” she cooed back, flicking back a strand of her wet hair. Those two obviously knew each other from somewhere.
We all shared an awkward moment of silence, staring at each other. Then the stranger said, “There’s a party tonight at my place. You guys are welcome to swing by. You remember where I live, right Marnie?”
“Yeah, of course. I'm pretty sure we'll be able to make it,” Marnie said happily.
“Nate and a bunch of our old football buddies will be there. It’ll be a blast from the past. See you ladies tonight! Have fun on the rest of your hike!” The mystery man jogged off down the trail and into the waves of heat rising off the ground, like a mirage.
"Who was that?" I asked.
“Ah, I can't remember. I slept with him once, after a party. I'm pretty sure I'm Facebook friends with him, I'll have to search him out when we get home. But in any case, this is going to be fun tonight,” Marnie gushed. She slapped my chest with the back of her hand. “And you can work things out with Nate there.”
“Ugh. Whatever. Okay, let’s go then.”
Marnie looked at me, the excitement draining from her face a little. “Oh come on, Missy. You’re going to have to talk to Nate sometime. It might as well be tonight.”
“I don’t want to,” I said archly as we started walking back down the trail.
In the end, Marnie couldn’t convince me to go. She dropped me off at my house and reluctantly got back in her car without me. She squeezed me hard before she left.
“Bye. Call me if you change your mind.”
“Okay.” Maybe I would reconsider, but right now I didn’t feel like it. I lazily walked through the
cool, empty house, finally settling down on the couch and in front of the TV. A party sure would beat a night of idle channel-flipping. Whatever I decided to do I needed a bite to eat first; hiking all day had made me ravenous. I threw a frozen pizza in the oven and trudged upstairs.
What the hell? The light was on in my room. I peered through the crack between the door and the frame. Nate was sitting on the floor, his back against my bed. He didn’t look like he was doing anything other than just sitting there with a pensive look on his face.
I slowly pulled the door open. He looked up.
“Hey, sis.”
“Hey...uh, what are you doing?”
“I dunno,” he said, sounding deflated. “I heard you were going to my friend’s party tonight. I guess I didn’t want to see you there.”
“Ah." I paused. “Actually, I’m avoiding you, too. That’s why I’m home." I sat down next to him.
“Oh,” he said, staring at the carpet dolefully. He stood up to go. “I’ll stop being a creep, sorry."
“No!” I exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing his arm, bringing him back down next to me. In one smooth motion he leaned over and kissed me. Then he got up and straddled my legs, and squeezed one hand between my ass and the carpet. With the other he placed it firmly against the small of my back. He scooped me up in one smooth motion, not straining in the slightest.
I let myself relax into his arms, already swept away. He laid me down on the bed and settled over me. I wrapped my legs around him and gasped when I realized that I could feel his hot cock pushing into me, between my legs.
The sound of my little exhalation seemed to turn him on. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and kissed me hard. Our lips and tongues danced together desirously as his big arms found their way around my shoulders. I moaned as his hips slowly thrusted forward, grinding his hard cock into my sex.
It sent a hot wave of pleasure shooting up my body, filling me with growing desire. I whimpered as he did it again, his big body trapping me against the bed, making me take the pleasure he was giving me.
His lips found my neck, brushing against my soft skin with a tenderness that seemed totally out of character with his hard, aching thrusts.
“Sis, I’ve been waiting to do this for so long,” he uttered, his breath hot against my neck, sending tingles through my skin that crept up to my scalp.
“Me too...” I managed to say. His hands, big and rough, found their way under my shirt. They felt so good against my bare skin, making a slow, torturous route up my body and pushing my shirt away in the process. I lifted my arms above my head and let him undress me. I could smell my own body: like creek water and sweat. And his body: sharp and masculine.
I had never been this bare, this vulnerable in front of a boy before. Nate’s lips closed around my nipples, suckling softly, then harder and harder as my body shifted in response. Lust ran through me like an electric current.
If only he would touch me down there, where his throbbing cock was pressing into my damp shorts, against my own pulsing sex. I wanted him so bad I wanted to scream. I spread my legs wide and rocked my hips, taking my pleasure.
Nate’s breath was washing out of him in ragged heaves. Our passionate mouths found each other again. Every undulation of his lips against mine sent a groaning tingle spiraling down my body. Then his fingertips started to brush the inside of my thigh lightly, moving with agonizing slowness, up into the heat of my pussy.
He moved aside the crotch of my shorts and sensually found the very edge of one of my outer petals. His fingers ran between my slick folds, teasing unspeakable pleasure out of me. I moaned and bucked under him, wanting to feel his fingers inside me. They sank into me a fraction of an inch, into my throbbing, aching wetness as I whined impatiently, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in.
“Sis,” Nate breathed, “you’re so horny.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I exhaled. Nate didn’t say another word. He pulled my shorts and panties down. I spread my legs wide, my entire body throbbing with feverish blood, craving for him to take me right then and there.
“Jesus, we shouldn't be doing this,” he said, watching me rock on the bed, my hands cupped around my breasts and my legs wide open for him.
“I want you,” I whined. It was true. I thought my first time would be uncomfortable and awkward, but now, gripped by the moment and the ardor pulsing through my body all I wanted was for my bad older step brother to grab my ankles and fuck me hard.
His fingers ran over my slick folds again, finding the hard, swollen pebble of my clit.
“Quit teasing me,” I cried, my head rolling to the side in exquisite agony as my brother’s fingers worked my throbbing pearl in slow circles, only making me want him inside me even more.
I could hear his pants as he watched me writhe in front of him, begging to be fucked raw. I knew he was enjoying the sight of my body squirm in front of him, and that made me even hornier. It had been building inside me for so long, and now that he was finally touching me the sensations were totally overwhelming.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I begged wildly. An animal groan left his throat. Two fingers plunged into my pussy as his thumb continued to tease my clit. I wailed as his fingers pushed against my tight walls. I could feel my pussy throbbing around him. His fingertips raked against my sensitive spot, pushing into me hard with each delicious plunge. I closed my eyes and let him fuck me with his fingers. Then I felt his lips close around my clit, and Nate began to suck hard.
I was a wet, heaving mess.
“Fuck me now...” I managed to whine between breaths. His fingers plunged into me again, forcing all the air out of my lungs in a violent moan.
“Fuck me...”
Nate’s hands pushed against the soft inside of my thighs, forcing my legs back. Then I felt the tip of his cock brushing against my petals, pushing against my gate. Then he thrusted forward, forcing his cock through me.
“Sis...” he breathed “you’re-”
“I know,” I moaned. “I don't care.”
“Sis...” he moaned, his voice a strangled gasp. He plunged desperately into my throbbing tightness.
He paused, his cock lodged deep inside me. It felt like my entire body was sizzling with intensity, my pulse beating franticly.
“You’re so big," I gasped. He slowly rocked his hips, fucking me for the very first time. I wrapped my legs around him and let him take me.
“Do you like that?” Nate asked frenetically, he was going wild with lust himself. He pulled out halfway and gave me a deep, hot stab, riding me in a searing wave of pleasure.
“Yeah, yeah,” I whispered. He started to fuck me harder, stab after blistering stab as I greedily took his cock.
“Shit,” Nate groaned. He was pushed all the way into me again. His chest was heaving. “You’re so tight.”
“Am I going to make you cum?” I breathed. Talking dirty to him felt so natural. Everything tonight had felt so right even if it was so terribly, terribly wrong. Now I just wanted him to keep fucking me, taking me higher and higher.
“Not yet. You want me to cum inside you?”
“Uh huh,” I said, a wave of lust surging through me as soon as the words left his lips. “Cum inside your sister’s little pussy.”
He reached behind my back to grab my shoulders as he started to fuck me again with a steady rhythm.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. I moaned in response. I was so close, too.
He gave me a few more strokes as my body throbbed, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Then he collapsed over me. I moaned as my own orgasm shook my body, wrenching me to my core as I felt his hot cum pouring into me.
“Oh God,” I whispered, my hands feeling his back, finding his neck and the tangle of his hair. Nate was in the process of trying to catch his breath, too.
With a final exhalation he rolled off me. I pressed into his hard body, wanting to feel him. His big, muscular arm closed over me.
We laid there for a few minutes, then he said, "Come with me to New Hampshire. It would be perfect to have you with me.”
“Okay,” I sighed happily. It sounded wonderful. “Why didn’t you ask me before?” I ran a finger down the cleft between his two hard pecs.
“I don’t know. I wanted to, especially after mom and dad said you couldn’t go to Hawaii.”
“You’re always so cocky,” I said, still exploring his body.
“I know.”
I giggled.
“Until I caught you with my underwear.”
He gave my ass a little squeeze.
“I know, sis.”
Nate kissed my forehead, rolled out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. He hadn’t seemed at all weirded out by cumming inside me. I imagined us settling down one day, having kids. It would be perfect. I loved Nate, it would be stupid to deny it. I rolled in the tangled sheets, breathing in his smell. Then I rolled out of bed and walked into the hallway, feeling sore and wonderful from everything that had happened that day.
I walked naked into the kitchen just as the oven-timer for the pizza went ding. I smiled as I secretly hoped Nate planted something in my own "oven" that evening.
Step-Brother Heat
"Sasha, you'll love skiing," her mom said over the phone. By the way her mother was talking, Sasha could tell that her new husband, Dan, whom Sasha hadn't yet met, was in the room with her. "Don't be a grump. You'll have a great time."
"I just don't see why I have to drive all the way to Colorado. I don't even know how to ski."
"Because that's what we're doing this year. As a family. And Dan and I are paying for everything, so you have nothing to complain about."
As a family. Sasha hated that phrase. Her mom had had so many boyfriends over the years when she was growing up. And if one stuck around longer than a year or so, she started throwing around the word family. Oh well, she didn't have a Valentine's Day date anyway, so it wasn't like the next couple of weeks would really matter in the big scheme of things. She had nothing else going on, all of her classes were online this semester, and who knows, maybe she might meet a cute guy on the slopes. There was still time to land a Valentine. And the change of scenery might be good for her.
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