I almost ran out of her room! What the heck just happened? I had dreamed of what her naked breasts would look like, and now I had seen them. It was one thing to see her tits in a bra and fantasize what to do with them, but I had seen her bare naked, her large, pink nipples welcoming my mouth. She was perfect. I had always known that, and what I saw today verified it. It had taken all my self-restraint to keep my hands and lips to myself.
As I tied my shoes, ready to hit the gym with her, I knew my nights would never be the same again. She had just confessed that she didn’t sleep with clothes on. She’d had on panties, soft, lacy, white, cotton panties. Nothing unexpected for a virgin like her, but I had also seen the mound of her pussy under those panties, and if I was right, I think I might have seen some soft brown hair escaping the sides of the panties. I had taken her for someone who was always shaved, now that I think about it, but it looked like she left a little hair there. Maybe she’d let me shave her? But I knew the chances of that happening were the same as me winning a lottery I hadn’t played. I was never going to get that close to her, and this error was probably as best as it would ever get for me. I sighed again. Today was the beginning of sleepless nights. I mean, who in their right minds could sleep knowing that the girl they desired most was naked just a few doors away? I couldn’t, and I didn’t know any hot-blooded man that could. This was going to be a nightmare.
“Ready?”
I turned around. My jaw dropped, her outfit surprising me. If those girls that came to the gym who had men ogling them thought they had something, this girl would show them they had nothing on her. She was dressed in shorts so short I swear they couldn’t be hers. And her top was barely a bra top. Yes, she managed to look like she was about to strip, but gosh, she was hot, and I wasn’t taking her to the gym to show that body off. Too bad people knew her as my stepsister and I couldn’t flaunt her as my girlfriend.
“Yes, I’m ready,” I said, hoping when I looked up at her face, she would keep her eyes on my face and not on my groin area, which had grown embarrassingly hard.
JENN
I woke up the next morning almost expecting Tyler to come through the door, but nothing happened. Instead, I heard a lot of noise downstairs. I ran downstairs to see what the commotion was.
“Oh, hi, sis,” Tyler said.
“Hi,” I said to him, but my eyes were focused on the girl next to him.
“Hi,” the girl said to me.
I almost ignored her, but that would be so rude and out of character for me. Why the heck was Tyler arm-in-arm with a girl that looked like she’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine?
“Jenn, this is Stacey.”
“From the gym,” I said as it dawned on me that I had met the girl before.
“Yes, from the gym,” Tyler said.
“Wow, you move really fast,” I said to no one in particular as I turned around, then thinking it was probably odd, I turned to the girl. “That was meant for my brother. Not you.”
The girl looked at me, unsure what to say, but I put on my fake smile. She returned the smile. “Yeah, he’s a smooth talker, your brother is.”
Tyler looked puzzled, and I knew he was wondering why I was being so mean. I didn’t feel like explaining to him that the sight of him entangled with another girl was heart wrenching. I had imagined that the sight of my boobs and me in the gym outfit would have proved to him that I was the woman he wanted in his life. But instead, he had gone after another girl.
“Have fun,” I told them.
“Come join us,” Tyler said. “I was just about to start a movie.”
“I can’t. I have a date with Josh.”
“Josh?” Tyler asked.
“Yes, Josh.”
“Oh, well, enjoy,” he said.
“I will,” I said as I marched out of the room. There was no Josh and there was no date, but there was no way in the world I was going to humiliate myself by sitting in the same room with him and that whore he’d picked up from the gym. Just looking at her, I could tell she had probably already given him her pussy. I was disgusted with him, and if there was one thing I needed to do at that moment, it was to get as far away as I could from him.
“Let me know when you’re leaving,” he called after me, but I ignored him, running up the stairs, trying to fight the tears that had suddenly started pouring down my face. It was one thing shoving an imaginary boyfriend in the face of a boy you like, but it was even worse for the boy to say it was okay for you to go on the date. That meant he didn’t care one bit about who I saw and what I did, an attestation that he didn’t think anything more about me than the fact that I was his sister. Even if he ever got to know Josh, he’d probably want to know him just for the sake of acting like a big brother, not that he cared that some other man might touch me. In fact, if I had sex with Josh in front of him, he’d not mind at all.