Fawn moved in with us two days after her nineteenth birthday. I had just started the summer between my junior and senior years in college and was not thrilled when I heard she was moving in. She was my step dad's daughter from his first marriage and when she graduated high school, she decided she wasn't going to college, so her mom sent her to live with her dad.
I had planned on enjoying my last summer before I had to get a job, and become an adult, then mom sat me down and explained that she expected me to spend time with Fawn and convince her that college was the right thing to do.
I dreaded Fawn's arrival, she was going to ruin my summer.
I hadn't seen her in probably 6 years, she lived way out in California. My parents traveled out there every year but I always found some reason not to go, and the one time she came here, I was in Lauderdale for spring break my sophomore year.
My parents made me go to the airport with them to pick her up. I was bored stiff waiting at the gate for her plane to arrive. When the plane finally arrived I stood with my parents waiting for her to deplane.
As the people started to come through the door from the jet-way, my eyes found this hot blonde girl dressed in a short white skirt and tank top. Her long hair was pulled away from her beautiful face in a neat ponytail that reached to the middle of her back. While her outfit made me think of tennis, her long legs made me think of other games. She had to stand at least six foot tall and most of that was leg.
I watched as this girl turned and walked toward us. My step dad stepped forward and gave this hot blonde bomb a hug.
"It's so good to see you Fawn." he said.
Mom hugged her next, as my brain was still processing the fact that this gorgeous leggy blonde was Fawn. I thought of the last time I saw her. I think she was 13. I remember she was short and skinny and extremely annoying. She wasn't short anymore, nor skinny, annoying was yet to be seen.
"Hello Nicholas." she said, knowing how much I hated that name, and held out her hand.
I gave it a shake and said "Hello Fawn."
As we went to baggage claim, My parents walked on either side of Fawn, catching up on lost time. I lagged behind admiring the view. Fawn had a great ass, besides we weren't related, I kept telling myself. Her Dad married my mom, nothing more.
We got her luggage, loaded in into the car and started for home. I didn't get involved in the conversation and did my best not to stare at those incredible legs. It was hard though as her leg kept bumping mine. I know it was a little cramped in the back seat but I couldn't help thinking she was doing it on purpose. I know she's six foot, but I'm six four and staying on my side of the car.
Then she stopped bumping my leg with hers and started rubbing my leg with hers. Oh God, I think she's trying to turn me on. The worst part is even as I told myself it was my imagination, my cock was beginning to harden in my pants.
Luckily for me it was after sun down and the darkness in the backseat helped hide the lump in my pants. I glanced over at fawn, and she was staring directly at my crotch and rubbing her knee on mine.
What the hell was she doing. OK she was drop dead gorgeous, but I wouldn't dare do anything about it. My mother would die or kill me or both.
Luckily the ride was over soon and after helping her into the guestroom next to my room, I went directly to bed. I laid there half the night, not sleeping, trying to figure all this out. I beat off 3 times that night, each of the fantasies involving Fawn.
The next day, I woke up and went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. My parents were already gone to work as normal. I sat down to my normal bowl of cheerios, and my normal glass of orange juice. I got about half way through my breakfast, when everything normal came to a screeching halt. Fawn came walking into the kitchen wearing a damn near see through baby doll. I choked on my cheerios, staring at her panties as she strode by like no one else was in the room.
She grabbed a bowl and spoon and came to the table sitting down directly across from me. "Why don't you put on a damn robe!" I said.
"Why" she said pouring some cereal. "You know you like what you see. I saw the bulge in your pants last night in the back seat."
I blushed and was intending to deny it when she added "In fact, I'll bet you stroked it last night to me. As a matter of fact I'll bet you've got a hard on right now."
"No. I don't!" I lied. She just grinned, poured the milk and began to eat.
The next thing she said was "I need your car, to go to the mall."
"My camaro? Ha! No fuckin way!" I said. "No one drives my car. No one."
"OK," she said "you can chauffeur me around. After the mall, I think I'll get my hair done."
"I think the bus goes near there." I said, "I'm not spending my day driving you around."
She got up with an evil look on her face. I expected her to stomp out of the room pouting, but she circled around behind me leaned down and whispered in my ear "I always get my way. You should just do what I say." and reached out and rubbed the lump in my pants saying "Liar."
Before I could react she moved away from me and left the room, almost skipping out of the door.
I spent the next five minutes trying to concentrate on finishing my breakfast, but finally gave up and pushed the bowl away "It's not gonna work. It's my camaro. I decide where it's going." I thought.
When I walked into the other room, there she sat talking on the phone and she looked like she was crying. As I walked past her I heard her saying "No when I woke up, he was there."
Gabbing with a girlfriend, I guessed. I went up to my room and fired up my computer.
Before it could even get booted up. Fawn appeared in my bedroom door. "Dad's not real happy with you." she said
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.
"I just called him at work." She said "I told him when I woke up you were standing in the door to my room staring at me and playing with yourself."
"What?" I yelled.
"Then I told him how you came all over my floor." she continued.
"I never did that and you know it" I said
