As I pull onto the highway towards home I try to call Summer. I'm a bit surprised I haven't heard from her since she left but figure she's just busy with her family. I begin thinking of what our reunion is going to be like next week. I can imagine her tight body against mine, the taste of her lips, the feel of her small breasts. I start to get a bit aroused thinking about kissing my way down her body, between her legs and tasting her sweet juices as they leak out of her tight pussy. I can almost hear her moans as my tongue touches her sensitive clit and can't wait to hear her beg for me to penetrate her tight pussy.
I shake my head to refocus on my driving, but smile to myself as I continue to think about Summer. I'm glad I gave her a second. Although I hadn't anticipated going that far on our first date, she proved that she was worth it, even before the sex. I'm still amazed by how things went at her house and I begin to wonder if this is just something that she'll do now or if it is the way she always is. I will have to be more careful that I don't hurt her though. I'm not sure her small body can take anything more rough.
As I start to relax I begin to focus on my family. It's been a long time since I've been home. I pretty much avoided everyone while I was going through the separation and divorce. I didn't think I could put up with the pity. That's not to say I didn't keep in touch with everyone. I speak to my sister, Stephanie, every week and my other two sisters, Terry and Carrie, at least every other week. Steph and I were very close growing up. We are not even a year apart. Terry and Carrie are almost five years apart. I'm pretty sure they were a shock, made even more so that they are twins. Steph and I, even though almost a year older than her, was in the same grade because my birthday was so late, my parents decided to hold me back a year.
We grew up in a small town. My father owns his own construction company along with his brother. They took over the business from their dad and have made it one of the biggest construction companies in the entire area. I'm sure my dad had expected me to take over the business from him at some point, but things worked out differently. I worked for him for several years while I was in high school and college, but that was as far as it went.
The reason for the change was that I played football and was good enough to get a scholarship to college. Actually, several scholarship offers. I played linebacker in high school and I still hold several state records for sacks and interceptions. My junior and senior years we allowed only four touchdowns and won the state championship both years. College was a different story for me, but I still played all four years.
Growing up there was a group of six of us that spent all of our free time together. My two best friends Andy and Brian, Steph, my cousin Pam and Tiffany. We knew each other since the second grade and were pretty much inseparable till me and Tiffany left for college. There were several other people that we hung out with, but the six of us were the core of the group. Towards the end of summer before our junior year, Tiffany and I started hanging out more and more and eventually wound up dating. We were together through our junior and senior years and broke up when we each left for college.
Steph is now married to Andy and Pam to Brian. Everyone had assumed that Tiffany and I would be together. Tiffany had set her sights on going to college at Stanford and when she was accepted with a full ride, we knew that it wouldn't work. I was staying on the east coast while she went to school out west. That last summer together after graduation from high school was brutal. We spent every waking moment together.
Before that though, things were great. Things were so easy back then. But the day that I left for school is probably the saddest day of my life, including my divorce. I remember holding Tiffany for a long time before my father had to pull us apart. We kept in touch for a long time, but eventually, that ended as well.
My phone rings and breaks me out of the trance. "Hello."
"Hey, it's me. How much longer till you get here?" my sister Steph asks.
"I'm making pretty good time." I look around to get my bearings. "Probably another half hour or so. Why the rush?"
"I'm sitting here waiting for you and I'm wondering how much longer."
"Well, it's good to know that I'm missed."
"Shut it. I've been telling you to come home for over a year now."
"You have a car."
"Yeah, yeah. Just hurry the hell up."
"Bye."
Steph chuckles and says good-bye before hanging up.
It has been too long. Maybe this is exactly what I need. Life has been extremely crazy the last few years and a few days at home with family could be good for me. Between the divorce and all the craziness since then has been too much. A few days of mom's home cooking will do me right.
I start to get excited as I pass familiar landmarks. When I see my old high school I start to squirm in my seat. Pup senses my excitement and sits up to look out the window. "This is where I grew up Pup. What do you think?" He starts to squirm some more, probably sensing my excitement.
I turn onto the road where my parents live and can barely contain myself. When I see the familiar mailbox it's all I can do not to keep my foot from pressing the gas even harder. I drive down the long driveway and see my sister jump off the porch and run to my car. I barely have the car in park before I'm out the door and Steph jumps into my arms giving me a huge hug.
"It's good to see you big bro," she whispers in my ear, not letting go as if I'm going to suddenly leave.
I hear the front door slam and I'm suddenly engulfed by two more sets of arms as my other sisters tackle me. By this point Pup has squirmed out through the front door.
"Oh, you brought Pup," Terry squeals.
I finally extract myself from Steph's grip and take a good look at her. She's extremely tall for a girl at almost six feet. In high school I got into a lot of fights keeping other guys from her. She has long black hair and dark brown, almond-shaped eyes. She was captain of the basketball and soccer teams and has a very athletic build. Even now, after two kids, she still looks incredible. Terry and Carrie are built more like my mom, but are still quite tall. They are probably just about five eight, but are more solidly built then Steph.
The girls have already opened the trunk and are getting my things out. I grab my suitcase and Pup's things, then we go to the house.
"Where are mom and dad?"
"Dad is at work, but should be home soon. Mom is probably in the kitchen cooking. She has a big meal for you for tonight. It's just going to be us. But you have a drinking date with Andy and Brian tonight," Steph reports.
"Cool," is all I say.
We walk into the house and my mom comes out of the kitchen, Pup following close behind.
"How did he get in here?"
My mom gives me a big hug before answering. "He came to the back door. I can't believe how big he is."
"Yeah, he's quite the dog. It's good to see you mom."
She finally steps back and takes a good long look at me. "I see you've gotten back into shape. I hope you're eating right and not doing some stupid diet."
"Nope, the gym, running, and eating right."
"Good. Go put your stuff in the attic room. You'll stay there this week. Your dad finished it finally, so don't give me that look."
The last time I was home, the attic room was more storage than room. It didn't even have it's own bathroom. I was not looking forward to staying up there. Steph helps me with my stuff and smiles when I open the door to the attic. The first thing I notice is the carpet on the steps. When I reach the top floor I am pleasantly surprised to see the room is completely finished.
"Mom pressed dad to get it done. You even have your own bathroom now." I look to where she is pointing. "You'll be pretty comfortable up here. It's got it's own heat and everything. Besides, I'm going to be here with the kids, so you'll probably be much happier."
"This looks great." I begin to unpack and Steph sits on the couch. As I unpack we get caught up on things. I tell her all about Summer and she catches me up on what is happening in her life. We go on till Carrie comes to get us for dinner.
As I enter the kitchen my dad grabs me in a huge bear hug. "Welcome home son."
"Thanks dad," I say as I return the hug. My dad is a huge bear of a man, which is where I get my size from. He pats me on the back and hands me a beer from the fridge. "The attic looks great."
"Thanks. Your mom finally got me to finish it."
"Well, it has been a few years."
"Ok, everyone sit. Dinner is ready."
