by Ami Snow
“So, what does your day look like?”
“Hmmm,” she said as she tapped her lips. “Well, I’m going to the gym for a bit now. Then I’ll just come back and chill for a bit. Then it’s off to work for me.”
“What do you do for work?”
“I’m a waitress. Upscale dinner restaurant with great tips. Perfect because it isn’t stressful, good environment, and I can save up the money I need.” She looked over at him and added, “I’m trying to save a nice cushion for college.”
He nodded. “That’s a really good idea.”
She smiled, tapped the counter, and said, “Well, it’s time for me to go. See you later!” He said goodbye and watched her as she walked out of the house. “Damn, she has a great body,” he said under his breath. He groaned. He should definitely not have these thoughts about his stepsister. He finished cleaning up and went up to his room. There was still a lot of unpacking he had to get done.
He had gotten straight to work and made it through all the luggage containing his clothing. He grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with some boxers, and decided to shower. He felt grimy from the work and from wearing the same clothing as the previous day. Right as he opened his bedroom door, he saw Chris walking up the stairs. She had showered at the gym and was dressed in casual jeans and a tee. He couldn’t help but give her a once-over. He definitely noticed how hot she looked. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder, flashing him a smirk right before heading into her bedroom. He felt something in his stomach. Then he felt that something travel south. He gasped, eyes wide, and bolted into the bathroom. He wanted to slap himself. Not only had he continually checked out his stepsister and admired her personality (maybe a little too much), now he definitely was faced with a little problem. Or, actually, a big problem. He gulped, quickly undressed, and stepped into the shower. Cold water wasn’t helping his situation. He would have to take care of it. He groaned in exasperation and a bit of shame. Was he really about to relieve himself thinking about his stepsister?
“Nope,” he whispered. He decided to think of anyone else in the world as he took his hard cock into his hand and started stroking. But, in the end, it didn’t matter. He had gotten hard because of her, so what would it matter if he thought of her now? Try as he may, he failed continuously to keep thoughts of her at bay. He came relatively quickly and it only took images of her. Nothing particularly exciting, he only had to think of her smile and her body in her exercise outfit. Was he really that attracted to her or was it partly the taboo of it? Why did he keep thinking of it? Shouldn’t he be trying everything to keep these thoughts at bay until he found a method that didn’t fail him? He toweled off and got dressed as quickly as possible, almost dropping his dirty shirt as he scooped up his other clothing items.
He all but ran to his bedroom and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it behind him. He dropped his dirty clothes into the hamper and continued working on getting his room unpacked and settled. He got so absorbed in his work he did not notice how much time had passed until he heard a small knock on the door. He looked over at his alarm clock. It was 4pm. “Come in,” he said as he folded up empty boxes. His bedroom was pretty much done. All it needed was a small cleanup from boxes and random trash. He looked up and swallowed hard.
Standing in his doorway was Chris, dressed and ready to head to work. She was wearing a tight, black skirt. It reached down to her mid thigh. Through her sheer black stockings, he could see her toned legs. Simple black pumps further accentuated her already sexy legs. Her royal blue, button-down shirt was tucked neatly into the skirt. The top three buttons were undone, exposing a minimal but maddeningly enticing bit of cleavage. She had her hair pulled bad and natural makeup. She looked extremely pretty and hot. To top it off she not only looked laid back and sweet, she actually was exactly that. Damn. She was the jackpot.
“So,” she said in a low voice. He suspected he had gaped at her a bit too long and she had most definitely noticed. He was mentally kicking himself. “I’m heading out to work. I left my contact info on the breakfast table, you know, in case you get scared.” She smiled and shut the door behind her.
And there it went again, his tricky situation had returned. He looked down at the bulge in his pants and hoped to every power in the universe she had not seen it. He suspected she would have felt extremely uncomfortable. He reasoned with himself she most likely had not noticed considering her playful remark before she left. He dropped down onto his bed, scanning his mind for ways to stop finding her so damn attractive. Instead, he only ended up relieving himself again. He felt like an adolescent, lusting after the wrong women and having to take care of multiple problems a day. How fitting he was back in his old bedroom. He cleaned himself up and finished cleaning up his bedroom. He reveled in how organized it was and in how short a span of time he had accomplished to get settled.
He went out to pick up some dinner when he got a text from his dad. He would be gone until tomorrow night. He had to drive out, unexpectedly, to meet a business partner and would be staying for a meeting the next day. Lucas picked something out for himself and Chris, on the chance she would find herself hungry when she got home from work. He ate in front of the television that evening, often times forcing the image of Chris in her work outfit out of his mind. He also fought the urge to go visit her. What he did instead was, probably, not much better. It was probably worse. He walked up to her room and just glanced around. He didn’t open up any drawers or go through her stuff, but he had just wanted to get a feel for her taste. She was neat and the bedroom was decorated nicely. It was quite mature and not what one would expect from a cheery girl like her. It was not dark, per se, but it was a lot more serious than he had anticipated. Her admired the photos on her wall and dresser. They were of her and her mom, as well as her with various friends.
He heard the front door close and he, silently and quickly, left her room and went to his. He had not bothered to close the door. He walked to his own dresser to pull out his pajamas and heard a small knock at his door. He turned and saw her standing there, looking just as great as she had earlier. He swallowed.
“Everything good?” She looked at him in a way he could not quite pinpoint.
He nodded. “Yes, got all settled in and then relaxed for the evening. How was work?”
She smiled and said, “It was great. Had really sweet and amicable customers. Plus, their tips were even better.” She looked at the pajamas he was still holding in his hands. “Oh, you’re going to be? Alright. I’ll let you get to sleep then. Goodnight!”
“No, I was just going to change.” The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. He wanted to hang out with her. “What about you?”
She shook her had. “I’m not sleepy,” she said. “I’m just going to get changed.” She said this as she untucked her shirt and he caught a small glimpse of her taut stomach. He could not help but question if this was normal behavior. He quickly concluded he only thought that way because he was having very wrong, illicit thoughts about his stepsister. He walked toward his bedroom door to close it after her but she did not move out of the way. He looked at her, his eyes questioning.
She smirked. “Bet you’d be a real big tipper if I were your server.” With that comment, she walked away to her bedroom. Was it just him or had she swayed her hips more than usual? Had she noticed the way Lucas looked at her? What did her comment mean? He closed his bedroom door and changed, noticing his problem start to flare up again. The idea of her knowing how attracted to her he was made him nervous and excited at the same time. The fact she would behave the way she just did and make that comment made it even more exciting. He squeezed his head at his temples and told himself he was being crazy and imagining things. He opened his door back up once he had finished dressing and had put his clothes into the hamper. She was already walking out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
He gave himself a minute to get composed and control his raging thoughts. Most importantly, h
e had to control his raging hormones. She had chosen to wear tight, green cotton shorts and a white tank. He swallowed hard, once again, and readied himself to go downstairs. A cushion on his lap would be a must.
They sat side by side and watched the ludicrous late night shows. They hardly paid attention in favor of chatting, teasing each other, and flirting. He couldn’t help it. He was insanely attracted to her, both physically and emotionally. She was an amazing girl and he felt such a great chemistry with her. She was extremely easy to talk to and a lot of fun. He couldn’t help but think, again, that she was the jackpot. It was just too bad she was his stepsister. The only small comfort he had was that they had just met. For all intents and purposes, he had just met a girl somewhere and developed a crush on her. Unfortunately, he knew it was not quite as simple as that.
They both fell asleep on the couch. More like they had passed out. He woke up at about 7:30am and adjusted his eyes. He was surprised to find his body did not ache from sleeping on the couch, sitting up. He yawned and stretched before looking over at Chris. She was curled up into a ball at the other end of the couch. He scanned over her body. He couldn’t help himself. Her legs looked insanely smooth. He fought every urge he had to reach out and run his fingers over them. He noticed her begin to stir so he quickly shifted his gaze.
She sat up and said, “Good morning.” Her morning voice was insanely sexy and he increasingly could not stand himself for being unable to fend off these feelings. “Good morning,” he replied sternly. It came out a lot more tense than he had expected. He looked over at her. She wore an odd expression on her face.
“I had a lot of fun hanging out with you last night,” she said. He nodded in agreement. “Lucas, I have to be honest.”
He gulped. He suddenly felt a ball of worry at he pit of his stomach. She must have noticed his looks, his lingering gazes, the way he swallowed, and picked up on his almost shameless flirting. He was in trouble. “I’ve noticed some things about you. I can tell, well, I can tell you’re attracted to me.”
Shit, he thought. He was done for.
Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to him. She stood in front of him, silently, looking straight into his eyes. He forced himself to maintain eye contact. If not for the conversation itself, then to avoid devouring her body with his hungry eyes. He vividly remembered how amazing she looked in her green shorts and white tank. She smirked and he was thrown for a loop. “Don’t worry,” she practically whispered. He frowned in confusion. Exactly what was going on? Was she going to promise not to rat him so long as he left her alone? That would not only be fair but very kind and understanding on her behalf.
What he never expected was to see her sink down to her knees and pull herself up to his lap. She licked her lips. She reached out and placed her hands on either of his thighs. She slowly moved her hands upward to the waistband of his pajama pants. She ran her fingers over the top of the waistband before pulling it down, together with the waistband of his boxers. She stared at his hard cock. His breathing was labored. He couldn’t talk because he was completely confused and turned on at the same time. Was this really happening?
She reached out, grabbed him, and began slowly stroking up and down. She looked up at him, eyes filled with lust and a mischievous look. “This will be out little secret,” she said in a low voice. He felt himself got harder. She smirked. She licked her lips once again before placing the tip of his erect penis into her mouth. She gave a soft suck and he groaned from deep within his throat. Then, she took it all in her mouth. He watched her head bob up and down, felt her warm tongue sliding up and down his shaft. She moved her hand in the opposite direction. She knew what she was doing. She moaned lightly as she continued to suck. She then gave a sharp suck to the head of his cock, flicked the slit with the tip of her tongue, and took it in whole again. He groaned deeper and louder. It took all of five minutes of her amazing skills to make him cum in her mouth. He had warned her but she was relentless. She smirked as she wiped her lips. Without a word, she walked upstairs. He was unsure what to do.
He heard her bedroom door close and that was his sign it was done. She had given him a blowjob and retreated to her bedroom. He felt like he was going crazy. Was this a one-time event? Was she attracted to him too? For someone so easy to talk to, she was extremely difficult to get a read on. He went upstairs, grabbed a change of clothes, and took a long shower. His mind had not slowed down one bit. Once he was back in his bedroom, she called out to him from the top of the stairs. She had a small luggage in hand. “I’m staying at my friend’s place this weekend. See you on Monday!” She left. She had acted completely normal. She had acted like she had not just blown her stepbrother on the living room couch and proceeded to swallow his cum.
This only served to further his confusion. The idea of her being gone for the entire weekend was maddening. Not because he had become so attached he thought he would miss her. He was going crazy with questions and she would be gone. Was she leaving because she regretted what had just happened? Had he done or said something to make her feel obligated to please him? Was she afraid of him? Or was she just hanging out with a friend and he was only going crazy by himself? She certainly acted like her normal, friendly self before she left. She gave no indication she felt uncomfortable or coerced in any way. He was driving himself mad.
He had to get his mind off his stepsister and this entire situation. Everything had just gone from confusing to messed up because of one five-minute escapade. But she had been the one to bring it up, she had been the one to initiate everything. He shook his head and decided to keep himself busy. He went to the backyard and looked for work to do. So he worked on the yard for a couple hours. He then went for a long jog. Feeling gross from the sweat, he hopped into the shower. As he stepped out, he heard the front door close.
“Lucas? I’m home.” It was his father.
He went downstairs to greet him. “Hey, how was the meeting?”
“Fine,” his dad replied simply. “I take it Chris went to her friend’s already?”
Lucas nodded, relief sweeping over him. She had it planned. The rest of the evening was uneventful. He spent it with his dad. They ordered in dinner and caught up. Lucas told him of his plans and his dad gave him advice. It was helpful in more than one way. He was glad to have his mind off his stepsister for the first time since he had moved back home. Finally, Lucas and his dad said goodnight to each other and went into their respective bedrooms. Lucas grabbed his phone off his bedside table. He had forgotten it up here. He swiped to unlock and saw a new text message from a number he didn’t recognize.
That was fun. ;) That was all it read. He had an idea who it was from and his mind went back into overdrive. He hopped off his bed and went downstairs, searching for the slip of paper with Chris’ contact information. It was clipped to the side of the refrigerator. Sure enough, it was her phone number. Programming it into his phone, he went back into his bedroom and locked the door behind him. He stripped down to his boxers and flopped onto his bed. He stared at the text message for a while, unsure how to respond.
It was. Thanks. He did not quite know what the protocol was on this type of situation. After hitting send, he immediately began to worry about his response. Had it been too curt? Had it been awkward to thank her? No matter now, the text was sent and all he could do was wait. The response came quick.
Glad you enjoyed it, too. Guess that calls for an encore.
He held his breath. So it was not intended as a one-time deal? He also read and re-read the first sentence. She had enjoyed it. He definitely had not made her feel obligated in any way. He felt relief for a brief second before the confusion swept over him once again. Was all of this not wrong, on some level? Should he even concern himself with that? If he could not stop himself from feeling drawn to her and she was attracted to him as well, what did it really matter?
I could never deny the star of the show an encore. He hit the send button without overthinking. He tried to frame her as any othe
r girl he had ever talked to and flirted with. That eased up the tensions. Not completely, though. Aside from being his stepsister, he had never been as attracted to any other woman as he was to her. This was true in every aspect, not just physical.
She replied with a simple wink and he took it to mean the conversation was over. He set his phone down and reached into his boxers. He had to relieve himself before going to bed. At this rate, he would definitely regress into an adolescent.
The weekend went by in a blur. Lucas helped his dad out with some minor home repairs. He helped him prepare a couple briefs for work. They went to the downtown area for dinner and to just walk around. They watched an old home movie and laughed until their sides hurt. Hannah got home Sunday evening and gave Lucas a very warm welcome. They all had a great dinner out on the town and bonded. Chris was channel surfing, splayed out on the couch, when they all got home. She smiled brightly and hugged everyone. Lucas was fairly certain she had only pressed her breasts into his chest, though. She gave a bright, cheery smile coupled with a knowing expression in her eyes. They all sat together in the living room until the parents called it a night.
Lucas and Chris stayed up chatting and watching an old movie on the TV. With Hannah and Gilbert just upstairs, Lucas knew nothing would really happen. They both headed to bed at the same time. Landing at the top of the stairs, they heard some heavy breathing coming from the occupied bedroom. They grinned at each other, knowing exactly what was going on. Their eyes went from friendly to filled with lust in a second flat. Again, nothing could happen. Chris walked up to Lucas and, pressing her breasts against him again, gave him a lingering kiss goodnight. He resisted the urge to relieve himself again and drifted off to sleep.