Home, Sweet Home

‘She’s your sister. Your baby sister. She’s fifteen years old. Or is she sixteen? Fuck, who cares. Your sister…you’re beautiful, sexy, God damn, fucking sister…’

His mind went over this what felt like a thousand times. It was repeated and repeated and repeated…and, yet, as more time passed, with every inhale he took, the effect was fading. He smelled it. He knew he smelled it. He was positive. It was the most distinct fucking smell…and, while his senses should have been dulled, having had a few beers with his friends at work before coming home, they felt especially sharp. He looked down her body slowly. Those perfect nipples were hard and taut. He could see them through her top. He looked down her body further, and could see a bit of a glimmer on the outside of her bikini bottoms. Whatever it was, it blended in with the white material. And, then, above all else, he looked straight at her crotch.

That smell. Sex. Arousal. She had been doing something before he walked in. That explained the guilty expression on her face. She had known he was coming over. There was no way he could have surprised her. She knew what time, knew how he always entered…

He grunted and she looked at him, catching him looking at her body. He didn’t panic. He had no reason to. She was the one who had been masturbating.

“Been swimming?”

He watched her blink, and he noted the relieved expression on her face.

“Uhm… Yeah. Well, no. I was laying out by the pool for a little while… Why?”

He smirked a little and looked back at the TV, flipping through the channels absentmindedly. “No reason. You looked wet.”

Talk about a pun.

He saw her blush out of the corner of his eye and it gave him some sick satisfaction to catch her like this. He was pretty sure his baby sister was a virgin, but he was also sure she had at least explored her body by now. There was no way a girl her age couldn’t have.

He stole her bottle of water from her and drank deeply. He pretended he could taste her lips, the inside of that warm, wet mouth… He felt the familiar twinge of arousal and looked back at her. She was looking dead straight at the TV and playing with that sexy hair. God, she was so hot. How the fuck did she get so God damn hot? He looked her over again.

Those full, perky breasts were calling to him. That round ass of hers was begging to be grabbed. He looked at her legs and imagined them wrapped around his waist, squeezing the life out of him. Back up. That smooth stomach… He saw his hand on it, feeling every thrust that shot through her young body. Her neck screamed to be bit and sucked and licked. Those lips… Full and the color of roses; soft as them, too. Her mouth wasn’t big, like her. He could see her trying to swallow him whole…

He groaned and she looked at him, puzzled.

“What?”

“Nothing,” He grunted in reply, shifting where he sat to get the raging hard on he had to lie down against his thigh. She shrugged. She hadn’t noticed, he knew.

He watched as she rearranged her legs so she was sitting Indian style. In that position, the smell of her increased. He imagined it was because her legs were parted in a way that let those slick lower lips open slightly. The smell hit him hard. He wanted to taste her so badly… She was playing with her top as though she knew it. She was fucking teasing him. She had to of been, the way her fingers idly stroked the skin just outside the triangular material. She wanted him. He knew she did. She had to. Who the fuck didn’t want him?

He pounced on her…well, sort of. It was a clumsy move. The move had made her legs fall down instinctively, so one of his shot between them to keep them open. His mouth crashed onto hers, hard, and a tongue was instantly shoved into her mouth. His hand groped roughly at one of her breasts, yanking the thin material of her bikini to the side, allowing him to pinch her nipple and squeeze the ample flesh into his large palm. She thrashed beneath him, shoved against his chest and was shrieking. He didn’t pull back until she bit his tongue. Bad move. He liked that.

She was wide-eyed, her jaw dropped. He was panting heavily, his hand still possessively squeezing her breast. She was stunned. He was horny.

“W-what are you doing?” She finally stammered. She wanted it. He was sure of it. He had to have her. He had to.

He didn’t answer. Rather, he grabbed her by her upper arms and dragged her into his chest, wrapping one arm around her upper back so she had no power against him. She was pinned there. He was a very muscular guy, a wrestler all throughout his Junior High and High School days. Champion, too. She thrashed in his grasp but it was no use. His legs spread and then wrapped around hers, pulling them apart.

“Michael!” She was crying, pushing against him helplessly. All he heard was begging. She was begging for him.

“Shhh. You know you want it. I can fucking smell it on you, Chyler…”

His hand was traveling down her body. He felt every inch of her pressed into him. Those supple breasts he had longed for since she returned against his chest, his rock hard erection pressing into her stomach. His free hand dipped into her bikini bottoms and grabbed one of those round ass cheeks, squeezing it roughly. She squirmed against him and begged him…to stop. He didn’t hear that part either.

“I’m going to make you feel so good… I’m going to make you feel like a fucking queen. You’re going to scream my name and you’re going to touch yourself to me touching you. I bet you were doing that before I got here, weren’t you? Fucking fingering yourself to my image…”

He tightened his grip on her and she bucked futilely. His finger teased down along her ass crack and made her shriek. He grinned like a mad man as he made an obvious trail towards those moist folds he wanted so badly…

And, then, a knock at the door.

“Hey, Michael! Open up!”

He froze. They both did. Then, with a sudden force, a great vengeance, he threw her off of him and on the floor, roughly, jumping up quickly to stand over her like some menacing beast.

“You fucking whore! Get dressed! You knew God damn well James was coming over and you tried to seduce me!”

She was looking up at him with those wide, gorgeous blue eyes that his mother’s side of the family was famous for. He had them, too. It gave him some twisted satisfaction to see that look of confusion on her face.

He wasn’t yelling loud enough for James to hear.

“Mike! Man, open the door!”

“Get dressed, damn it!” He snatched a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt from the laundry basket and threw them at her. She had this look of utter shock before she seemed able enough to compose herself and stood up. He stalked towards the door but waited until she was presentable before opening it.

When he did, the male on the other side was looking impatient. He had his head tilted to the side and his brows furrowed.

“What took so long, man? Were you – Oh. Did I interrupt something?” He was looking over Michael’s shoulder at the girl behind him, who was standing, her head bowed, wiping her face quickly and trying to rid of her flushed cheeks. “New girlfriend?”

Something in him twitched. He made a noise and shook his head, pointing his thumb towards her.

“No. That’s Chyler.”

The male looked over him again. He was an inch or two taller than Michael, but not as muscular. Something changed in his face.

“Holy fuck! Chyler! That seriously you? You look great!”

Michael stepped back, eyeing James warily and allowing him in. He looked at his sister, who was smiling weakly, but sincerely. A surge of jealousy shot through him. Possessiveness. Everyone knew that she had a crush on James. Always had.

“Hi, James,” She said. That alone made him boil.

“Jesus Christ… Look at you!”

He watched her smile broaden. He scowled and stepped between the two as James continued to gawk.

“Yeah, well, she’s only fifteen,” He said, looking to James with a glare. He seemed to get the idea and sobered up.

“I know,” James said. “Just surprised.”

There was a lot of tension in the air. Michael stalked to the couch when he realized his erection was still pushing heavily against his slacks and sat down to hide it.

Chyler wouldn’t tell. He knew she wouldn’t.

She wasn’t that stupid.

He still kept a close eye on the two, even after she excused herself hastily to the kitchen when the phone rang. He answered it, “Davis residence,” and turned where he was sitting to watch her go. Watch her ass move in those sweats…

He would have to get rid of James quickly.

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So, second chapter, guys.

I plan on switching the view point like this, sometimes during the story, sometimes changing per-story. We'll just have to see.

Read and review so I know you like it.

- UK