*Thank you to Pete L for editing, at midnight when your fingers are flying like lightening and you forget to turn off the auto correct. . . well things definitely get interesting. There was a "train of cum" and Microsoft thought it was fine! Lmao. Feel free to email me with comments, questions, and suggestion. Enjoy.*
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Groaning Lisa smacked at the alarm buzzing in her ear insisting that she awaken at 8am for her morning run. Her first instinct was to turn off the alarm and sleep for a few more hours, but in the moments it took for her to reach over and turn the small dial to stop the insistent buzzing, the events of last night came roaring to the front.
Remembering her wanton behavior with her brother she changed her mind about sleeping in. It would be way too awkward to find herself sitting across the table from Chase and remembering the feeling of her body pressed close to his and the feeling of his hands pressing, moving and stroking over her . . . cutting off the thought with a groan, Lisa rose from her bed and changed into a workout top and yoga pants. Peaking out of the window she could see Chase's black SUV still parked in the driveway. Grabbing her smart-phone and ear buds, she slipped quietly down the stairs and put on her running shoes. Pressing the play button to start her music she moved on tiptoe through the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
Standing in the backyard Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. With any luck Chase would go back to his hotel room and she could avoid seeing him this morning. If she were really lucky he might already have plans to do something other than join the family for breakfast. Lisa tucked her phone away and headed for the gate determined to forget about anything that had occurred just hours earlier. She was just lifting the latch of the back gate when she felt a hand close over her arm.
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Chase spent half the night tossing and turning full of guilt, shame and remorse. The other half of the night was spent falling into fitful sleep full of erotic images of his sister's rose colored nipples, or the feel of his hands slipping over her legs to the junction of her thighs. Chase tried to force himself to sleep again, but with the sun's rays filtering into the small window he decided to dress in the clothes that he'd worn last night and head to his hotel room. He was just reaching the top of the steps when he saw Lisa heading through the kitchen, where she took a bottle of water and slipped out of the house onto the back patio near the pool. Hearing no other movement in the house, Chase decided to try talking to Lisa while she was alone and hope that the rest of the house would stay quiet for just a few more minutes. Closing the door as quietly as possible Chase exited the house behind Lisa and called out.
When she didn't respond and headed for the gate instead of turning around, Chase frowned and went after her snagging her arm before she could leave. As soon as he touched her, he regretted it, not only was it awkward since she probably didn't want him touching her, but it reminded him of all the places his hands had wandered last night and of all the places he hadn't touched but was wishing that he had.
Lisa on the other hand hadn't been expecting his touch because she was startled by it and spun around with her hand pressed to her chest.
"Gracious! You just about scared me to death" she exclaimed and pulled one of the ear buds from her ear.
"Sorry" he apologized. "I didn't realize you had music playing"
"Oh." She said awkwardly and smoothed a hand over her ponytail even though there weren't any stray hairs that needed to be pushed back. Glancing at her arm that was still being held in his hand she asked "Uh, do you mind letting go?"
"Sorry!" he dropped his hand and shook his head not really sure what to say. "About last night. . ."
"Thanks!" She blurted out before he could finish. Realizing how badly that sounded, she quickly rushed on to say "I think I had too much to drink last night!" giving a nervous giggle she continued on. "Good thing I had a sober ride. Cause I can't remember anything after dancing!"
Frowning Chase replied "Yeah. Anytime" He wasn't sure if he believed her, but since she wasn't yelling pervert loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood, he decided it might be best to forget everything that happened. He watched as she placed the ear bud back into her ear, left the backyard and quickly jogged off down the street. He left the backyard and got into his SUV.
He glanced down the street at Lisa's jogging body and rubbed his brow. He didn't believe her. He couldn't believe she didn't remember. If she had drunk enough alcohol to black out on her first time out drinking, then she should be in bed with a massive hangover. She wouldn't be awake early and shouldn't want to go jogging. Pulling out of the driveway he decided that if she could forget then he could forget too. Once again the thought went through his head that maybe it was just a sexual drought.
Chase hadn't been at his hotel for long when his mother called his cell phone.
"Hey! I woke up this morning thinking that I would be cooking breakfast for my whole family for the first time in about 6 years. And what do I find? Not a single one of my children are here!"
Chase laughed. "I'm sorry about that Mom. I appreciated you leaving the pajamas last night. I was pretty tired and I was unprepared for a sleepover."
"Well, you could make it up to me by coming to the house later for dinner. Do you think you could make it?"
Chase wasn't happy about the idea but the sooner things got back to normal the better right? Finishing the call with his mother He sat down to his computer determined to get some work out of the way.
Hours later he looked at his watch and sighed. He had been working on these accounts for hours and the amount of work he'd finished was miniscule. Chase was too distracted to get much work done. Giving up, he finished up what he could and emailed what work he had finished to his assistant.
As hard as he had tried to focus, he just was not successful. He still found time to think and thinking was the last thing he wanted to do. Every time his brain had more than seconds to think, he envisioned his little sister climbing out of the pool in that bright pink bikini. He envisioned his hands running over her legs. He could feel her pebbled nipple on his tongue. He remembered feeling her moist heat through the thin cotton of his pants and her panties...
With a groan Chase looked down at the erection straining against the jeans he was wearing. This was beginning to happen way too often. Stripping out of his clothes he climbed into the shower and began to wash his body off. Pushing aside guilty feelings he began to stroke his hand over his soapy throbbing cock as he envisioned himself back on his parents couch. This time however there was no phone call, and there was no fabric hindering him from touching Lisa. In his mind she was laying with her legs spread and his face was pressed to her center while her hands gripped his head and she arched her body up into his as she cried out in pleasure. Chase laid his palms against the tiles of the shower as he stood there breathing heavily. Allowing his heart rate to drop down, he watched as the water rinsed away any traces of his passion.
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"Sweetheart is everything alright?" Lisa heard her father asking from behind her as she grabbed a soda out of the fridge.
Turning around she smiled at her father before popping the tab on the soda. "I'm fine. Do you want help seasoning the steak?"
Keith opened the pack of steaks sitting on the counter and began to rinse each one and set it on the plate while Lisa then sprinkled them with seasonings. Glancing sideways he probed once more "So, nothing happened last night?"
Lisa laughed but shook her head no. "I'm fine dad. Nothing happened."
Keith grunted and shook his head. "Didn't meet a guy then?"
"DAD!" Lisa pretended to glare at her father. "Have you always been this nosy?" she questioned.
"Course, I have. You usually don't make me pry so hard." he chuckled.
Lifting the plate of steaks Lisa headed out of the back door towards the patio and pool. "C'mon dad you are moving slow as molasses. And everyone is starving"