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Author’s Note: I realize this story may seem a bit long at first glance. Please note that this book is divided into small, manageable chapters. Since I’m writing this all in one piece, I wanted to present it that way.
Summary: It’s spring break and Kelly, who just got into college, doesn’t have the opportunity to have exciting vacations like her classmates. Eager to get out of her dorm, she decides to take a short trip to visit her sister for the holidays. Once there, she decides to try to seduce her sister’s boyfriend, who lives there. He finds himself reluctantly attracted to Kelly and does his best to reject her advances over the next week. The story takes place from their perspectives…
I
I don’t know if you have guest rooms or beds available. If you do, you’ll probably know what I’m talking about. So you have a bed there, right? No one was sleeping in it. It’s just there, just in case , you know? So, the sheets are clean. Maybe the one upstairs has some dust, but who cares? So why are you compelled to replace those sheets with a fresh set on the rare occasion that someone else comes to stay at your place ? I swear people put sheets on their beds just to make it look nice. This is why apartment complex swimming pools are filled with water year-round, even though you only have access to water three months out of twelve.
Anyway, there I was, changing sheets in the other bedroom (former “office”). My longtime girlfriend, Melissa, was driving to pick up her sister from college. It was spring break and Kelly (younger sister) obviously had nowhere to go. No car and no extra cash, but she definitely wanted to get out of the dorm while all her friends went on a beach vacation … Well, she and her sister obviously thought it would be fun if she stayed here . Oh, how “lucky” a person is to live in the same state as her school.
Now don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I have any animosity towards him… I’ve only met him once on a trip out of state “to visit family”. What I do remember is his excitement about getting his driver’s license. I realize that’s not much to go on… but the point is that I plan on relaxing a bit during the week .
The company I work for is mainly made up of thirty to forty people. This means that they often go on family holidays with their children during school holidays . What does this mean for a young person like me? It means minimal effort. I have to go in for half a day at most; the rest I can call from home.
But now I face the danger of entertaining guests. Melissa tried to put me at ease, “Oh, don’t worry, she’s nineteen and she’ll probably just want to lay by the pool all day. She won’t bother you.”
Ah. I remember being a freshman in college. I do a lot of lying down too. Oh my god, I was hoping to do that this week ! Basically I don’t want my vegetation time to be invaded by others. But that’s just not possible. They’re going back and will be here any minute. So I changed the sheets there.
I saw Melissa’s car approaching from the window and I walked out to greet her, assuming that a teenage girl (actually, any woman) would be carrying a lot (i.e. too much) of luggage. When I got out of the car, Melissa had already stepped out.
“Great, rescue is here!” Melissa greeted happily. She was standing behind the suitcase holding a duffel bag. As I walked up to her, she happily threw it into my arms. I smiled at her and looked toward an open door, then toward the back seat.
At first all I remembered was a nice, tight ass sticking out of the car while the owner struggled to get something out. She was wearing stylish ripped jeans, a piece of her thigh was visible through her tears. Hearing me coming, I guessed she had given up, because she got out of the car empty-handed and looked at me.
The knees were frayed, and other parts were torn haphazardly , revealing the skin underneath. The top of the waistband of her jeans was frayed, and it clung so tightly to her hips that it almost created the illusion that someone had come and peeled off the top inch of her jeans. Wearing a tight t-shirt that probably didn’t cover her entire midsection, she showed off a long, smooth section of her bare midsection.
I tried to suppress my furrowed eyebrows into a frown when I managed to stop reading and look up at her face. I felt a strange, unreal pang, at least a little, as I recognized the eyes that were looking back at me. Her face has certainly matured compared to when I saw her a few years ago. Although she still looks young to me, I now find it hard to reconcile her with the child I remember.
She brought a spontaneous smile to her lips and chirped, “Hey, handsome boy!”
I smiled and said, “Oh, stop flattering me, I already have my hands full.”
Her lower lip juts out a little, pretending to pout. We both stand there for a moment, and if I didn’t know any better, she’s sizing me up. Does she think I’ll be able to do anything to help her? I suddenly wonder if she was the bratty one at school.
The next thing I knew, Melissa snatched the bag out of my hands. “Oh, don’t be so helpless!” She looked mischievously at her sister, “Sometimes boys have to be taught.”
She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Now be nice to our guests.” She walked into the apartment and put her bag away, leaving her sister and me to pick up the rest of the stuff.
I looked at Kelly and smiled bitterly. “Looks like you got lucky!”
As soon as I reached the door, she slid in front of me cleverly. “No, no, I’m not helpless, I just don’t want the boss to be unhappy with me!” Her eyes flashed with sarcasm and she hid in the backseat.
Her back arched and clung to my leg. I quickly took a step back to make room for her. If she was trying to flirt with me I wouldn’t have noticed. In my opinion, I think she’s a smart person. Anyway, I stood by the car and waited while she dragged the bag that was obviously stuck into the car. She made sweet purring sounds and I couldn’t help but notice her shaking buttocks as she struggled.
Finally he was free and he pulled her out of the car. She stood up, looked at me, her cheeks were red and she was breathing lightly. A lock of long hair fell in front of her and she blew it nervously. She looked at me with a triumphant, albeit sarcastic, smile. “Wow! Do you have this kind of effect on all girls ?”
I raised an eyebrow at the comment, but before I could respond, he passed the entire bag to me. “Let me see what else you can do ! ”
I picked up my bag in response and turned towards the door. Melissa just came back and saw me. “Ah, is she obedient now?” she yelled laughing.
“A perfect gentleman,” Kelly replied sweetly.
“Okay, glad to hear that! I’m going to go get us some food. Lock the car and get in!”
I turned and slammed my body into the car door, but Kelly was standing between me and the door. “Can you, uh, understand?”
Her lips parted, as if she was pleased to be asked. ” Oh! I would love to!” Then she kicked the door without thinking.
That’s something else. “Thank you.”
I carried the bag into the spare room and threw it on the bed. Then I returned to the kitchen to join the girls.
“I thought we could prepare a nice dinner for his first night here, but I realized we don’t have any real food!” Melissa complained as she rummaged through the refrigerator. She closed the door and looked at me for an answer.
I tilted my head. “Isn’t Top Ramen a real food?”
She gave me a slight smile. “Okay, okay, I’ll go to the store.” She turned to her sister and exaggeratedly shouted: “It’s so hard to find a good helper these days!”
Kelly forced a smile, then looked at me and closed her lips. She blinked at me and said comfortingly, “Don’t worry, I think you’re a good helper.”
“Okay, I can go to the store…” I groaned.
“No, no. I don’t want to put any pressure on you. I’ll just drive a little more and no one will worry about me…” Melissa took out the keys.
I walked her to the front door. “Can you at least try to be nice to him while I’m out ?” she whispered.
I looked at him angrily, as if to say, ” What have I done?”
“I won’t be here for long, please feel comfortable!” she called out to her sister before opening the door. Before leaving she whispered, “At least stay with him until I get back.”
She gave me an annoyed look, but quickly got out and walked to the car. I closed the door behind her and turned to see Kelly looking at me expectantly. She was standing with her arms stretched out behind her, leaning against the counter. The effect of this position was to pull her shirt up over her stomach, exposing her skin up to her navel.
“I hope I didn’t get you into trouble,” he said sympathetically.
I shrugged: “No, it’s not your fault, your sister doesn’t like soup.”
She laughed. “Yeah, he’s hard to please sometimes. But don’t worry about me…I ‘m easy .”
I couldn’t help but laugh at this sentence and she suddenly blushed a little. “Oh my god, I mean…” Suddenly she calmed down and smiled shyly. “Well, I guess what I’m saying is that I have no problem drinking soup. Even though I am a slut .”
Now it was my turn to blush . I was completely taken aback by this sentence, “I-uh…”
He stopped me with a smile. “Sorry, that was very vulgar. Sometimes I think I behave a little strange…”
I tried to laugh it off. “Well, I guess we don’t know each other yet.”
“Oh, don’t, uh, throw away all of our history!”
I looked at him with a confused look.
“We met a long time ago , when you first met my family.”
“Oh – yes, yes,” I nodded. “But uh, we didn’t talk much. I thought you were pretty nice ,” I smiled.
“Ha, yeah. So shy! I’ve had a crush on you all weekend!”
I blushed again and shifted my weight awkwardly.
“Well, I mean, you’re older and my sister brought you home to show you around…you know how it is…”
“Well, yes. I was once a young girl, just like you, and I thought…”
She laughed at the joke. “Well, anyway, Melissa is so pretty, and I’m just a skinny thing, I can’t hope to get your attention!” She looked down at herself and shrugged: “Then, no, what a change!” shrugged and smiled.
“Well, I think you’ve changed at least a little,” I replied frankly.
“Really? At least I’m taller now!”
“Not so gangly,” I suggested helpfully.
“But may I catch your eye?”
Awkward pause… “Well… of course, I want to…”
He interrupted me and said, “Ha! Well, anyway, I guess we can catch up now. So I got my driver’s license… I don’t have a car though… graduated high school and am now in college. End of life story!”
She changed the topic and gave me a brief introduction to my work and the fun things I do, which was a relief. We chatted for a while and I gave her a tour of the apartment, stopping in the room where she slept.
“Then you can stay here just like you are at home,” I told her.
“Well, thank you.” She opened a bag and began taking out a few things.
“Sorry, the bed is a bit small, we usually don’t have anyone to stay with us…”
“Oh, that’s alright,” she replied calmly, “I’m sure we can both adapt.”
I stood behind her as she rummaged through her bag and realized I was admiring her ass in her jeans, paying particular attention to the skin peeking through the rip. My mouth went dry as I thought about what she said. Wait, did she just say that?
“Uh…what?” I yelled.
“Oh!” she said angrily, turning to me. She wears an exaggerated mask of innocence. “Now you ‘ll think I’m a slut! I mean me and Ted…”
She reached behind her and pulled a small teddy bear out of her bag. “Don’t worry… this is a… well, perfectly ideal relationship. We won’t keep you up at night.”
I laughed and shook my head. That’s *something else*. Hardly had that moment passed when we all heard the front door open. “The food’s here!” Melissa yelled.
We rushed to the kitchen and returned to her as she pulled some sandwiches out of her shopping bag. The rest of the evening was fairly eventful, with the two sisters chatting with each other, mostly reminiscing about stories from their youth. I followed these stories with some interest, but often found my thoughts wandering to Kelly.
Is she really flirting with me, or am I interpreting this as something else? Well, she grew up … And then I mentally cursed myself. Why do I miss my girlfriend’s sister so much? I tried to put it out of my mind, but despite my best efforts, I was still getting a little turned on by the sight of Kylie’s amazing body.
Two
Melissa only went to work for a few hours the next day so she could spend the rest of the day with Kelly. I was lounging around alone, planning to go in and play for a few hours in the afternoon, but got up too early. Eventually Kelly got up and took a shower. I have to admit, at least a small part of me wanted to try and accidentally find myself near the bathroom so I could get a chance to see her wrapped in a towel. I warned myself again, firmly hiding my butt in the kitchen.
Despite my half-good intentions, Kelly decided to intervene. She came out wrapped in a light purple towel, her hair still wet, water dripping down her shoulders. She waved frantically at me as she walked into the kitchen.
“Sorry, but I really need coffee! I always drink it when I’m, uh, drying off and getting dressed…”
“Well, of course, there’s still some left. I uh, wait a minute…”
I quickly stood up from my seat and grabbed a cup. I wasn’t sure what to do; did I purposely not look at her? Do I just look at her casually, like nothing is out of the ordinary? I try to act natural. Relax. She’s almost family. That’s why she’s so comfortable. But fuck. Those legs! I think they look good in jeans, but damn . They were long, shapely, wet, shiny, and completely exposed. Her towel only came down to mid-thigh because she was crying so loudly.
Stop staring, asshole. I got her coffee, she quietly said thank you and then went to her room. I sat down unsteadily, picked up the newspaper and tried to read. I probably read the same paragraph twenty times, desperately trying to get the image of the dripping Kelly out of my mind… and secretly trying to burn it into my memory.
Eventually she returned, now dressed in loose pajamas and a short T-shirt. Even though her legs were clothed, her shirt was low-cut and I had to work hard not to see the outline of her prominent cleavage. She sat down at the table next to me.
I put the paper down. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah! Sorry, I’m a caffeine fiend. I ‘ll do anything to get my morning body back on track .”
“Yeah, I’ll have to remember that,” I joked.
“Well, great…now you ‘re going to use me ,” he said worriedly.
My heart is jumping a little. Don’t worry, he didn’t mean it that way. “Okay, you don’t have to worry about it.”
“Oh…I never said I was worried ,” she said slowly and deliberately.
My mouth felt dry and I swallowed. I forced a weak smile and rolled my eyes, trying to look unimpressed. “So, is cereal okay?” I changed the subject.
She agreed and I gave her a bowl. There was harmless small talk for a while and we got to the topic of school.
“So, do you have any idea of your major?”
“Not really, I just took an introductory course, you know…the new thing.”
“Yeah. So, what are you interested in? Favorite subject?”
“Casual sex,” she answered plainly.
ha! meThere is no preparation for this . My mouth opened, then closed, air filled my cheeks. I sighed instinctively: “Oh…”
He replied with a dry laugh. “Sorry, too honest?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Uh, no, it’s – never mind… I guess what I meant was that it was, uh, more… you know, academic…”
“Oh, don’t try to play ‘ mature adult’ with me . Everyone knows: you go to college and you go crazy, okay?”
“Okay, well… I guess that’s pretty much conventional wisdom…”
“Are you trying to tell me that, as a young college student, you don’t have those crazy stories?” She poked me in the ribs, smiling knowingly.
“I was – I still am , you know, with your sister, actually …”
She leaned back in her chair and looked at me in disbelief. “Have you always been with him ?”
What’s the problem? “Is it so hard to – uh, believe it?”
Kelly shrugged nonchalantly. “Hmm. I guess I always thought it was a big shot, now he’s getting crazy.”
“Well, I didn’t mean that…” Why do I have to defend myself? “Anyway!” I gave up and got even worse.
We both sat there in awkward silence. I tried to feign interest in the paper on the table while Kelly casually tapped the now empty bowl with her spoon. Then she blurted out: “So no crazy adventures with willing girls ?”
I coughed. “What?”
” Not even a threesome!? ” she nearly yelled in anger.
“Look! I don’t think uh- I’m the one who did, or didn’t, uh…”
“ What nonsense?” he intervened.
My face instantly turned red. “F-fuh… This is, umm- it’s really none of your business…”
She didn’t respond right away. We hugged each other uncomfortably. I don’t know, she had an almost mesmerizing look on her face . She bit her lower lip and eventually looked down at the table. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything…”
Great. Now I feel guilty. “Uh – it’s not like that… it’s just…”
“Oh my god, now you must think I’m just a college slut…”
“No, no, don’t…” I heard the front door open and realized Melissa had just come home.
“Who knows what you’ll think of me now!” she whispered. I couldn’t tell if she was angry or insistent. What do I want her to be?
When Melissa came in, she stood up from her chair and carried the plate to the sink. “Hey guys!” my girlfriend greeted.
Three,
As soon as Melissa came back, I took the opportunity to leave the two girls. Well, mostly Kelly. During our conversation I found myself becoming increasingly uncomfortable . Talking so openly about sex with my girlfriend’s sister was seven times embarrassing. And then to add that, at least in my interpretation, there are so many hints about her “experience”… not to mention her small figure … Well, I’m embarrassed to find myself, although I feel uncomfortable, standing up a little straighter.
