"I've been staying here on and off. Are you moving back?"
She shook her head. "Just for tonight. My flight was delayed. It was kind of a last-minute decision. I hope I'm not intruding."
I took my coat off and hung it up. "It's great to see you, Laney." When I opened my arms hesitantly, she rushed into them, pressing her soft breasts against my hardened muscles.
"I know! I missed you so much! How've you been?"
She missed me?She really must not know then.
"Good." I laughed and I placed my chin atop her thick hair, inhaling deeply. My body stirred with the memories. "Are you still using that same baby powder perfume?”
"My room still reeks of that perfume. I low-key love it." She lifted a piece of her dress and sniffed.
Me too.
"Are you cooking something?"
"Yes. I found a pizza in the freezer from Marta. You hungry?"
I was, but not for food. I followed her into the kitchen, watching her ass bounce with every step.
"How old are you now?" I asked, taking my eyes off her panties playing peek-a-boo with the dress.
"Nineteen." She smirked. “You forgot our age difference?”
"I guess. Itreallyis great to see you, Laney,” I said as we ate.
She didn't seem to be afraid of me at all. How… odd.
"That's shocking, considering the last time I saw you, we fought like cats and dogs," she teased.
"I was a bit of a dick, wasn't I?"
"Ha, a bit? I fucking hated you when we were teens. Did you forget how much you tortured me?"
If only she knew the reason why I treated her like that."So, what were your plans for tonight?”
Underneath the table, my cock was so fucking hard itstrained against my jeans. I couldn't think about anything other than what it'd feel like to be inside her.
"Uh, nothing exciting. A movie maybe. I'm pretty boring these days."
"A movie? I wanted to catch something. Do Mom and Dad still have their cards attached to everything on the TVs?"
I nodded, trying my hardest to play it cool. On the outside, I was having a casual meal with my step-sister whom I hadn’t seen in years. Inside, all I could think about was peeling off her tiny panties and having her sit on my face while she kept the rest of her dress on. Fuck!
"Sure, let me go upstairs and change first."I excused myself, not waiting for her response. Her bedroom door was ajar, and I peered inside. It was just as I remembered it. Back then, they had locked her door and I never had the chance to pick the lock before they sent me away as well. It had been months since I returned, but I’d been too scared to open it. But now, she'd opened it for me herself.
I changed into a pair of flannel pants and pulled off my shirt. I eyed myself in the mirror, overanalyzing everything. Would no shirt come off too obvious? I flexed, admiring the muscles I'd spent long hours lifting weights for. Why not show them off? Besides, it was the hard-on that was my issue; it fucking refused to go away.
I debated a quick jerk before I went back down but thought better of it. If by chance she felt what I felt, pure carnal desire for the one person we couldn't have, I didn't want to spoil things. Instead, I forced my arousal down, thinking of dark places and things I wished I'd never dealt with, and finally, was able to go back downstairs.
When I returned to the ground floor, I smelled her perfume right away and my cock betrayed me.I took a few breaths before entering the living room, where she sat on the couch, crying.
"What's wrong?"
"Summer." She sniffled, wiping tears off her flushed face. "My roommate for the retreat. She just texted me that she's not going. Her mom won't help pay for the plane ticket or the hotel because she's afraid of the snowstorm!"
"Is it that big of a deal?"
