Step-By-Step(54)

“Anything new going on with Mom and Dad?” I asked, trying to start up a conversation that would silence the throbbing between my thighs.

“Same ole, same ole,” he answered with a shrug. “Now that you’re home, maybe they’ll get off my back about college applications and shit.”

I let out a snort as I pulled onto our street. “Ah, so you haven’t missed me--you’re just trying to pass Mom and Dad off on me for the weekend.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said with a laugh. He reached over and gave my arm a pinch. “You know I’ve missed you.”

The nearness of him, and the feel of his hand on me, made me shudder with want. He yanked his hand away. “You okay?”

I gave my head a shake and forced a smile as I pulled into the driveway. “I-I’m great.” I shut off the car and gripped the steering wheel, trying to steady my shaking hands. I cast him a reassuring look. “Go on in, I’ll be right behind ya.”

Once he was gone and had moved up the stoop to the front door, I released the breath I’d been holding. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to come so bad, but fingering myself in the driveway was just asking for trouble. I flipped down the shade and shot myself a look of strength.

“You can do this,” I said aloud. I promised myself that after I played the good daughter and sister, I’d take a shower and finish myself off.

I pushed inside the house and let out a squeak as Mom bounded over to me and threw her arms around my neck. "My two babies are home! Come in the kitchen--I just made cookies!”

I followed my brother over to the table and put a little distance between the two of us, hoping it would sober me up. The last thing I needed was to jump my brother's bones at the dinner table.

"So were you surprised when Lisa was waiting for you?" Mom asked brightly.

Jeff scoffed, rolling his sky blue eyes. "I'm more surprised that you think I should be delighted about being picked up like a twelve year old."

"Here we go," Mom groaned, taking a sip of her water.

My brother wasn't deterred. "I'm eighteen years old and I'm still being driven around--"

"With your Dad losing his job and Lisa's tuition--"

“Lisa got a car,” Jeff said stubbornly. “I’m not asking for a BMW, I’m just asking for a--”

"These cookies are delicious,” I said loudly, cutting through their argument.

Jeff let out a chuckle. "Yeah. Whatever." He glanced over at me and flashed a grin. “It is nice to have Lisa home.”

I returned his gaze, moistness pooling in my panties. His face was flushed, his muscles ripped from football practice. I bit my lip as I imagined leaning over and running my fingers through his tousled blonde hair, and bringing him in to my chest. I wanted to feel his mouth on my breasts, tugging at my nipples. I wanted my brother so bad that I had to squeeze my thighs together to relieve the pressure that burned in me.

I saw Mom and Jeff’s mouths moving, probably arguing about the car. I went to a happier place, thinking about the shower I’d take a little later on. With the beads of water pelting me and my MP3 player spilling music loud enough to drone everything out and keep my moans secret, I’d lower my hands to my wet body. I’d imagine that Jeff was waiting just outside the door, gathering the courage before he burst in. I’d pretend to be shocked and appalled, but just as he turned to go, tail between his legs, I’d yank him into the stall with me, clothes and all. I’d take my time, peeling off each layer until there was nothing to separate us. No barriers. And then I’d--

"Earth to Lisa!" Jeff waved a hand in my face. "Anybody home?"

I gave my head a shake as Mom peered over at me, her olive green eyes slightly concerned. "Give your sister a break, Jeff. She's only home for the weekend and you know she has a full load."

I tucked a blonde strand behind my ear and turned to Jeff. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I wanted to show you the new system I got." He flashed me a wink and it made my body clench with a need only he could satisfy. "Wanna check it out?"

"S-sure," I said, trying not to seem overly excited. "Whatever."

I followed him up the stairs to his room. His walls were plastered with naked women that smiled down on him with adoration. I was just as pretty as them--I had waist length white blonde hair, a nice 38C rack, a curvy frame that looked killer in a bikini. I wanted to plaster myself on Jeff. I wanted him to see me like he saw those girls.

He jostled me as he cocked his head at his stereo. "Check it out, sis."

He bent over and I bit back a moan as his muscular ass was close enough to touch. I reached out, almost grazing it, but I dropped my arm as he turned back toward me and flipped on the stereo.