Author's Note: This is a fictional story that includes sexual themes. The sexual descriptions in this story take place between adult characters aged 18 or older.
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It was the last day of school before spring break and I should have been ecstatic for my family trip to Las Vegas. But it was just my luck that one of my aunts dies and the trip is cancelled. Instead, Mom and Dad are leaving tomorrow for the funeral while I'm stuck at home with his bullshit list of chores, half of which I can't even do (I've never even touched a lawn mower and Dad wants it fixed by the time they're back!). To make matters worse, Vicky's older brother Greg was going to be a visitor at school today for some reason, and I was dreading having to put up with two of them.
During science I managed to corner William and convince him to help out with the more "manly" parts of my dad's chore list after school. Despite not saying a word to one another since we fucked in the health room months ago, he seemed pretty eager to give me a hand. The bell rang as I was writing down my address for him. With perfect timing, as usual, Vicky walked in the room and immediately started with her shit.
"Ooh, love notes to William? Better watch out, stud; she might take your virginity, but she'll definitely give you something in return." I clicked my pen closed and turned my head to see Vicky smirking in the doorway, her grotesque snaggletooth poking sideways out of her mouth. I couldn't help but smile back at her once I saw Greg looming right behind her, arms folded over his chest.
"Jesus, sis. Do you have to be such a catty bitch to all your friends? And to think I was just about to give you a patented Greg Hug." Vicky clammed up and hurried to the far side of the room without saying a word, blushing bright red with embarrassment. "Sorry about my sis; I think she's just acting out because we don't get to hang out like we used to." He smiled big and winked to Vicky, who was already jamming earbuds into her head as if that would make Greg stop embarrassing her. He sat on the edge of the table eyeing my chore list just as William was leaving for his next class.
"Maybe you should come around more often, then." I was nervous talking to him but immediately smitten. Greg was a senior when Vicky and I were both freshmen. He was a rambunctious (and kind of intimidating) dickhead prankster back then, but a few years in college really seemed to do him good. In fact, the moment he walked in I found myself undressing him with my eyes.
"What's this? Lookin' to become a Julia of all trades?" He skimmed his finger down my list of chores. I was pleasantly taken aback that he had remembered my name after all these years...or moreso that he ever learned it in the first place.
"No, that's just a bunch of stuff my dad wants me to do while they're gone. But I don't even know how to fix a lawn mower." He grabbed my list and shoved his ass off the edge of the table.
"Oh that's easy, I can do that before you even get home from school. I'm done here anyway." He plucked the visitor's pass from his shirt and tucked it into the breast pocket. "You're just around the block from our place anyway. Grey and blue house with the riding mower in the carport, right?" Without thinking, I nodded. I was too distracted by New College Greg and his subtly toned physique (not to mention the more than noticeable bulge behind his jeans) to remember that I had literally just made plans for William to help out only moments before.
I spent nearly 20 minutes looking for William after school to cancel our plans, but gave up once I realized there's a chance Greg might still be at my place. I rushed home, drenched in sweat, to see Greg just finishing up with the mower. Through his tight, dirty t-shirt I could see his whole abdomen, from his modestly protruding nipples to his belly button. I trudged up the driveway to meet him, panting for air still.
"Doing some jogging?" He said with a big grin. Unlike his sister, Greg's teeth were perfect. I smiled back, still too dumbfounded by his chest to say anything. "Well, it took a lot longer than I thought but this thing should be ready for the first cut of Spring." He kicked the back tire and folded his clean button-up shirt over his forearm. "Anyway, it was nice seeing you again, Julia. Even if we never did talk any back in high school."
Standing there, panting like a dog and smelling worse, it hit me that Greg must have had a thing for me this whole time. Why else would he single out me, out of everyone at school? It's kind of cute if you think about it; he doesn't really know about my reputation, and he's a junior (so what if it's college) so I'm kind of like his upperclasswoman. I composed myself as much as I could before he had the chance to walk off.
"Wait," Greg looked up at me while dragging a few greasy fingers across the breast of his t-shirt. "At least come inside and get something to drink..." I paused, getting a second look at his filthy shirt and jeans. "Or throw that in the wash. You look pretty fucked up."
"Hah, what, you don't care for my new look? I call it 4-stroke chic." I laughed (too loud) as he posed for me.
"Nah, it looks more like you lost a fight with a lawn mower." I unlocked the side door for him and gestured for him to follow. "Come on in, there's half a strawberry-rhubarb pie in the fridge, too if you want some." I nearly halted in my tracks, turning beet red hoping he didn't take that for some kind of lazy double entendre. Luckily he didn't say a word; I poured him a tall glass of water and pointed Greg toward the laundry room. I blushed again, seeing the subtle tone of his back muscles as he peeled off his shirt on the way to the washer.
"You know, if you're that sweaty you can take a shower in my parents' room. They're gone until the day after tomorrow." Greg hid behind the laundry room wall, peeking his head out of the doorway.
"Actually, that'd be great. To be honest I didn't pack clothes before I left my school and these are yesterday's clothes. I feel filthy." Greg ducked his head back into the laundry room, but kept talking. "But shit, the way you're lookin' I bet you could use a shower yourself. Care to join me?" I turned around from putting the water pitcher back in the fridge, only to see Greg standing in the laundry room doorway wearing nothing but a snugly-fitting pair of boxer-briefs.