Jack was super nice to my mom and made me his son without reservations. The fact that Jenn and I would share the same household made my life complete. Jenn, however, lived mostly with her mom in California and only visited during the summer and winter. For some reason, whenever she was around the house, everything seemed so much brighter. During the months when she was with her mom, I’d often go to her room in our house, sit on her bed, and imagine she was back home, laughing and teasing me. Even though we didn’t see each other very often, when we did spend time together, our relationship grew in leaps and bounds. When we were not together, we called each other every day, much to the delight of our parents. Family bonding was important to them. On the outside, it looked like we were forming a great sibling relationship, but on the inside, I knew I wanted more from Jenn eventually.
I knew a lot of her secrets and shared mine with her as well, but I never told her how much I wanted to place her on her bed and take off her clothes slowly until she begged me to tear them off her and take her hard. But all that was in my head and in my dreams. Jenn was my sister, and as far as she was concerned, I was her brother. She would never notice me as anything more than that, or, as a matter of fact, ever want more from me than a sister would want from a brother. I sighed as I sat there, watching her legs that stretched for miles in the most tantalizing shorts I had ever seen on a woman, yet I had to pretend she was wearing a potato sack so I could keep my hands to myself, focus on the drive, and make my cock behave itself. This was the first day she was home, and I was already boiling. Jenn was going to be home for two weeks—no way would I survive the heat!
JENN
The next day, I was downstairs making breakfast before my family woke up. My dad was the first to come downstairs.
“Good morning, baby girl. Good to have you home,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek and picked up a sausage from the plate.
“So good to be home, Dad. I missed you guys.”
“We missed you and these wonderful pancakes,” Dad said.
“Yes, we did,” Lauren, my stepmom, agreed. “You know I don’t cook much.” I smiled and gave her a hug. “Neither does your dad,” Lauren said.
Dad laughed and kissed Lauren. “I didn’t marry you for your cooking skills.”
“I wonder why you married her sometimes,” Tyler said, laughing as he came down the stairs in just his shorts.
“Son, that would be too X-rated for you,” Jack said with a laugh as he walked towards the living room with Lauren.
“They make a great couple,” I commented for want of something to say, as I was suddenly alone with Tyler. My eyes would not look away from his broad, naked chest. It was distracting, and suddenly I became clumsy with turning the pancakes.
“You okay?” he asked, coming closer to me and leaning in to take a sausage.
“Yeah. I think the heat of the stove is getting to me.”
Tyler smiled and leaned towards me a little more. At first I thought he was going to give me a kiss, but he turned on the fan over the stovetop instead. “That should help.”
“Yes, thanks. I forgot all about the fan,” I said, throwing my hands up in mock exasperation. I was glad he bought my explanation of why I was hot; I would not have wanted him thinking it had anything to do with him.
“So, what’s in the pot?” he asked as he peered into the pot I was stirring. He knew what I was making, so I had no idea why he wanted to come so close to me in order to see it. But two can play at that game, so I played around with him.
“Homemade pancake syrup.”
“Looks good.”
“Hope it tastes as good as it looks.”
“Things always taste as good as they look,” he said in a hoarse voice that caused me to look up at him.
He had a weird look on his face, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought there was some suggestive undertone there, like he was trying to say something to me but couldn’t. Was it possible he was suggesting I might taste good? I shook my head. I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. Why would my brother think anything like that? The Tyler I knew didn’t even notice I was a woman. His words could only mean that the food tasted as good as it looked. That, and nothing more.
“I’ve been known to screw things up. Let’s wait until we try the syrup to decide,” I laughed. Unless he really did mean me and not the food; in that case, he still had to try to decide. I was letting my thoughts run away with me again.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll take a shower and be back,” I heard him say.
I had been so lost in my mind that I didn’t know when he stepped away from me and walked to the kitchen door. Goodness knows what else he might have said while I thought about inappropriate things. I should be spanked for even entertaining those thoughts.
“Uh-huh,” I responded noncommittally.
“You sure you’re okay, Jenn?” he asked as he left, but before I had the chance to answer, our parents had come through the door.
“She will be once you stop harassing her and actually take a shower and come back for breakfast,” Lauren teased.
I wanted to hug her and say thank you for rescuing me from that awkward moment, but I just smiled and kept cooking. Lauren sat next to me. For a few minutes, we remained in comfortable silence, she setting the table while I finished cooking.