Be patient! This is not a gang bang.... but its good, reeeeaaallly good because its true.
I guess I should start by saying that I was never one of those girls who let a guy do whatever he wanted with her. I was definitely not prude, but I also tried to have class. I was always told that I was beautiful in an unconventional way (by my mom mostly). Just for the sake of the picture in your head... I'm 23 years old, 5'3, petite but full figured at the same time.
My hair is cut into a short bob that I dyed fire engine red with orange highlights when my ex and I broke up. He hated short hair and red hair, and I hated him. :) My eyes are definitely on the green side and my skin is a really pale olive, almost yellowy, but it's clear and even so I've always been told I have beautiful skin. I have a punk style more than anything else. Nothing too girly, Just t-shirts tight ripped jeans and flips flops or Vans.
My only really attention grabbing traits were my big eyes that I eyelined to death, a pearly smile and... well.... I have double D's. And when you're my height, they stand out. Anyway, where am I going with this? I'm not your typical beauty, so it was beyond me why this happened to me of all people.
About 6 months ago, I fractured my ankle at the salon I was working at, and because I wasn't technically on the job at the time (I was on my lunch break. bullshit I know) I wasn't covered by my worker's compensation. So since I couldnt work, I lost my apartment and ended up having to move in with my mother. About 3 days in I realized that that wasn't going to work and my brother offered to let me stay at his condo until I got better. Now... let me explain how delicious an offer this was. My brother is about 8 years older than because he's the oldest and I'm the baby. He lives in one of the swankiest condos in Palm Beach and he's a broker, meaning he's almost never home.
So I would basically have this entire apartment to myself, with the help from the maid of course who was going to take care of me And Carolina, my brother's wife. Just a little back story on my brother. He always had a thing for older women and 8 years ago when he was my age of 23, he met and married Carolina (Cah-rrroll-eeen-nah was how you said it). Now she was 35 when they met, but this woman looked like she was younger than him. She was 5'7, long, lean and beautiful, with golden skin and these molten honey brown eyes. Her hair was long and layered around her face, the dark brown almost black color reaching just past her bra strap in the back. She was Cuban and her accent showed it. My brother Joe is tall, 6'2 with chiseled features, chestnut brown hair (our natural colors match) and the same pearly white smile as his younger sister. He was definitely a better site to look at than I was however. Carolina, although beautiful, smart and a talented Latin designer, she was powerless against the charms and relentless devotion of my younger brother.
They married in less than five months, taking along with him Carolina's 11 year old son Emmanuel, Emmah for short. He was really adorable. Lighter skin than his mother because his father was white, the same eyes as his mom and a curly mop of black hair. He had round features that you could tell were going to even out soon. But fights between his new stepdad did not sit well with Emmah's father so when he was 14, he left Florida and moved in with his dad in New Jersey. Seeing no need for a huge house, Carolina and Joe moved into this condo, still a really nice size. I only saw Emmah once or twice after that until 8 years later, 3 months after I had been living with my brother. I hope you caught all that. So he's 19 now.
I big strong hand busted open the glass door startling me while I was eating my breakfast.
"OH!"
"Oh, wow sorry. Do I... have the right place?" Emmah's head cocked to the side as he looked at the address on the door and the address on the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He looked me straight in the eye. "Hey wait, I know you don't I? Um.... Chloe?"
I didn't recognize him at all. "Uhh, it's Sophia, um, Sophie. Who---?"
"I'm Emmah, Carolina's son?" It hit me.
"OH! Hi! Oh my God! Long time no see!" I limped over and awkwardly hugged him around his waist. He had to be taller than Joe.
"Hi Sophie. You look totally different with your hair like that." His slight Jersey accent made me smile. He gave me the once over and kind of smiled. I couldn't help but blush.
"You look pretty different yourself sir!" His skin was a little bit darker than I had remembered, the curly mop of hair gone. In its place, a short buzz all around that was lightly hairsprayed (couldn't help but notice. I'm a stylist). All roundness was gone from his face, replaced with a muscular jaw and higher cheek bones. Somewhere along the line, he got braces because his smile was perfectly white and straight. His flexing arms weren't brawny, but toned, and the veins in his arms stuck out in a manly way that was hard not to look at.
But the striking thing was, that his eyes were exactly the same color as they had been when he was younger, the same melty, golden brown as his mothers, only his was speckled with little green flecks. He must have caught me staring a little because he shifted uncomfortably.
"So... can you help me with my bags?" In all the commotion inside my head, I hadn't even noticed his flexing was due to carrying 2 large suitcases.
"Oh yea sure... um, sort of." My leg was a lot better by this point but my brace still made me limp. "Here, I can get the smaller one." Seeing me limp toward the bag, he took notice of my ankle and raised a hand in protest.
"Oh doll nevermind. I got it really. Which one is your room?" I pointed to the room on the left. It was the last room at the very end of the hall. His room would be directly across from mine.
"Alright then, the right room it is for me." I stared blankly as he walked over coolly and opened the door to the room right across from mine. Why was he here, was my only thought, well not my only thought. I was wondering why I got goosebumps when he called me doll.
I finished my breakfast, keeping one eye on his closed door, then dashed, well, kind of dashed, to my room. I hadn't even realized I probably looked atrocious. I shouldn't care! He's my nephew! Nephew by marriage but still, I had known this kid since he was 11 years old for Pete's sake! But there was no denying the dull ache in my pants. I shook out the thoughts I was having and grabbed my towel. I needed a shower, and quick. Closing the door behind me, I undid my brace, stepped out of my pajama bottoms and tank top. I got into the shower and immediately felt the hot water relax my tensed muscles. I grabbed the soap and started cleaning myself until I accidentally brushed the soap against my swollen little nub. I unintentionally let out an "oh!" when I realized how wound up I was.
With a quick flash toward the door and another at the tub below me, I sat down in the tub letting the hot water rush over my body and propped on leg on the soap stand. First I ran my hand to my left breast, squeezing my nipple just a little bit. Slowly, I ran my hand down to my abdomen and then lower to the wet and waiting lips of my pussy. I pressed my middle finger against the fleshy swollen nub that was my clit, overly sensitive and wanting to be stroked. I was careful not to make a splashing sound that Emmah could hear while I stroked my clit slowly, making little circles and tapping, almost like strumming a guitar. Leaning forward, i turned the nob on the water temperature to make it hotter and got on all fours so I could get a better reach, careful not to injure my ankle. At this point my head was actually resting on the floor of the bathtub and imagined what it would be like if I wasn't alone, what it would feel like if Emmah was guiding me in front of him, inside me..... I could feel myself getting close to cumming and I inserted 2 fingers into myself feeling the hot spongy wetness. I stroked furiously until I could feel a melting orgasm shake me forward. "Mmmmmmm..... yesssssss.... mmmmmm" was all I dared to whisper, still afraid that I was too loud. With a satisfied smile and a sigh of breath I got up and finished my shower then high tailed it to my room to get dressed.
Having Emmah around kinda made me realize that I hadn't really been taking care of myself since the ankle accident. I had just kinda been lounging. So I plugged in my hair dryer and flat iton to do my hair. I spiked it out in all the right places and did light make up on my face, trying hard not to overline my eyes. I had to admit, that when I put effort into it, I was really a pro and something kinda good to look at when I cleaned up. I figured since I wasn't going anywhere I could just be casual so I put on these black plaid cropped shorts and a red boy tank. Not trying too hard, but still pretty. I left my room only to find that Emmah was still in his, a slight disappointment. Just then the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Ellow, Hi Sophia, ees Carolina, how are ju?" The accent never went away.
"Oh hey Lina, I'm fine just got out of the shower."
"Oh okay well leesen, is Emmanuel dere? I yuss got the messash from hees father that he was going to stay weeth me for the sommer and as ju know I'm with Joe here in New Jork for another 2 weeks."
"Yea I know. He got here a little over an hour ago. I wasn't expecting him so he scared me but he's settling in right now."
"Well I ang going to do my best to come home early but I need to speak wif heem. Can ju put heem on the phone please?"
"Yea sure hold on a sec."
I nervously walked over to Emmah's room and tapped on the door.
