Jessica and I had been dating for almost all of college.
We had met in an English class freshman year, and hit it off immediately. She was smart, and maybe the kindest person I knew.
And she was
hot.
Part of me still couldn't believe I had landed her. She was too driven for a career in modeling, but if she had wanted one, it was probably there for her. Pretty face, full, feminine features, long blonde hair, and the lithe build of a model.
On a good day, I liked to think, I was her equal in the looks department. I was tall, blond, broad-shouldered. I had added the freshman fifteen, but a consistent cardio routine had taken that off, and then some -- I kept in good shape. I had taken one attempt at a beard during my sophmore year, but since then, I was clean-shaven. I had a square jawline. I got a lot of Captain America jokes.
All this is to say that we were, I thought, a very happy, well-matched couple. I loved her. She loved me. I could imagine proposing to her in year or two -- both of us out of college, settled into jobs. Get married, have a few kids.
None of that, of course, is what this story is about.
It's about summer. One Summer in particular.
The summer after our junior year, Jessica asked me to come to her family's lakehouse for their annual family vacation. It was in Maine, a long drive from where we went to school -- you could do it in one day, but it would be a long day. I had seen photos from her vacations growing up -- they had a pool, a little dock on a small lake, a lot of woods...and that was it. The house looked nice, but it was middle-of-nowhere.
I immediately said yes. What wasn't to like? It sounded relaxing, and while I had a summer job, it didn't start for a few weeks. Some idyllic time floating on a raft in a lake sounded exactly right.
As we were packing the night before the drive, I asked Jessica if there was anything she wanted to talk about before we were up there. Anything she wanted me to do to help out, topics to avoid...
She just laughed. "No, no. Although don't let my dad sucker you into going hunting with him. It's not actually legal; our property abuts protected game lands and the wardens have to talk to him every few years and give him a citation."
I laughed along and nodded. That tracked with what I knew of her dad.
She continued. "And you know my mom. Just help her with the cooking or a few meals; she'd love that."
I nodded again.
"Oh, yeah. And be nice to Summer."
I blinked.
Who?
"...Oh, right, your sister. Of course! I'm excited to finally get to meet her." Jessica didn't talk about her much. I hadn't gotten the impression that there was bad blood or anything like that -- they were just both off at different colleges, with different lives, now.
Jessica nodded. "I'm glad you'll get to meet her. Just be
nice
. It sounds like she had a rocky time at school this year; my parents said her grades were rough. And she's always been a bit of a black sheep. So, y'know, just don't give her a hard time."
Fair enough.
---
The drive took
way
longer than we expected. Ten hours turned into twelve, then into fourteen. We were both a bit bleary-eyed when we showed up. Their driveway was badly lit; her parents came out with flashlights to help us unload.
Her dad greeted me with a gruff, but heartfelt, "Good to see you again, Jason." I got a hug from her mom.
Each of them took a bag, her mom turning back to their porch and saying "Summer, sweetie, c'mon, come give them a hand."
One of the shadows on the porch detached itself from the rest, revealing itself to be a young woman. I was tired, and it was hard to see her in the dim light shed from the flashlights -- I mostly got impressions. The family resemblance to Jessica was there. She was shorter, didn't have Jessica's willowy frame. Shorter hair, too. She was wearing a baggy, oversized hoodie and sweatpants.
She grinned up at me. "Eh, Jason here looks strong. He can probably get the rest. Can't you, big guy?"
Summer's mother sighed. It was the despairing sound of a parent who had long since given up trying to get their child to be more helpful. Jessica and her parents moved ahead of us, Jessica talking animatedly about how awful the drive had been.
I nodded, amiably; I curbed the sarcastic reply that had been on the tip of my tongue.
Be nice.
"Sure can. Nice to meet you too, Summer. Can you shine the flashlight for me so I can see where I'm going?" I loaded my arms up with our bags and suitcases. I
could
get them all -- but it didn't leave much space for navigating. Or seeing where I was going.
"Sure..." She flicked the flashlight beam over my body and up to my face, momentarily blinding me. "So, you're
the
Jason. Jess raves about you."
I blinked at the bright light. "Uh, that's good..."
"Is she your first girlfriend? You're not some kind of player, are you?" She flicked the beam of light away and down in front of my feet, lighting my path.
I trundled after her, arms full of our luggage, smiling.
The kid sister feeling a bit protective?
"Nah, I'm no player. She's my first and only college girlfriend, yeah."
Ahead of me, I saw Summer shrug. "Cool. I mean, it'd be okay if you
were
a player. That's what college is for, right? Experimenting, figuring stuff out, playing the field..."
I started following her towards the house, and up the stairs onto the porch. I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I didn't say anything.
She giggled. "The strong silent type, huh?"
"Uh, no, I---"
But she continued, cutting me off. "I mean, not that you and Jess are doing anything
wrong,
just dating each other since day 1, basically. Just, that's not what college is like for most people, y'know? Lots of hookups, that sort of thing."
"I mean, I guess--"
I was, once again, cut off. "But I get it, you and Jess didn't need to explore like that. It's
sweet
." There was a slightly sarcastic bent to her tone.
We had arrived at their front door, and I had given up on getting a word in edgewise. It was open, but there was a screen door. Summer stood next to it, looking up at me, expectantly.
I looked down at her. There was absolutely no way I could open the door, arms full of luggage. "Could you, uh..." I trailed off, nodding at the door.
Her lips curved into a smile. Even in the dim light, her expression -- and her tone -- were utterly bratty. "Say
please
."
I began to see why Jessica had warned me to be nice. "Please open the door." I had driven fourteen hours. I was tired. My arms were full of luggage she
hadn't
helped me carry. I was in no mood for this shit.
She pouted, now. "C'mon, say it like you mean it." She crossed her arms.
I rolled my eyes. My arms were starting to feel uncomfortable. "
Please
, Summer."
Her lips curved up again. "Mmm, you still didn't mean it, but that
did
have a nice ring to it..." She opened the door and stood in front of it, holding it open so I could go through.
I was tired of this, but I moved carefully. The last thing I wanted to do was smack her in the face with some luggage. I negotiated my way through the doorway, trying not to bump into her.
I mostly succeeded. As I was moving past her, I felt my knuckles and forearm -- wrapped around the outside of a duffle bag that had some of my clothes in it -- brush across her chest. The plush, round softness of first one breast, and then another, glide along my arm as I squeezed past her through the doorway.
Damn. Underneath that oversized sweatshirt, Summer had what felt like a
very
full pair of tits. I reddened a little, glancing back at her as I negotiated the rest of my way through.
She didn't say anything, but quirked an eyebrow up. "Aren't you going to thank me?"
"T-thanks," I muttered. I felt off-balance -- slightly turned on, tired from the drive, not capable of verbally fencing with Summer. I practically fled into the house to find my girlfriend.
We called it a night shortly after that. The house had only a small second floor, with a primary bedroom and bathroom that, of course, Jessica's parents had claimed. But there were two smaller bedrooms, next door to each other, on the first floor, that shared a bathroom. Summer informed us that she had already taken the better one.
As we unpacked a little and settled into bed, Jessica curled up against me in the dark. "What do you think of Summer?" she whispered. "And be quiet...she can probably hear us, the walls in this place are thin."
"She, uh...seems...nice?" I whispered back. The memory of the way Summer's tits felt against my arm flitted through my mind.
"No she doesn't," Jessica whispered back. "She can be a bit bratty, I know. Just tolerate her, okay? I was talking with my parents and it really does sound like she went through it this last year."
"Of course, no problem."
Jessica sighed, nestling back into my arms. "Thanks, baby."
Tired from the long drive and getting in so late, we both drifted off to sleep.
---
The next morning, Jessica was clearly on track to sleep in. Unfortunately, I'm just not wired that way. I got up and went out to the kitchen. Nobody else seemed to be awake.
I wanted coffee. There was a pot on the counter, and I opened a few cabinets, looking for filters and coffee grounds.
"Ooh, someone's an early riser. Looking for something?"
It was Summer. I turned to look at her. With the morning sunlight filtering in through the windows, and no longer completely fried from a long drive, I got a look at her for the first time.
Her hair was cut in a short bob. She was wearing the same bratty, sarcastic smile I had seen on her last night, but I could make her features out better now. She didn't have Jessica's flawless, feminine, model features; she was a little tomboyish. Cute, instead of pretty.
