It was Friday night and I was sitting on my bed studying when my mother came into my room, a large smile on her face and her eyes puffy and red.
"Mom? Are you okay? What's wrong?" I asked concerned as I jumped from the bed and walked over to her. "Why do you look like you've been crying?"
"Well..." Came a deep and familiar voice. "I might be the cause of it..."
"LUC!" I screamed, running over to my brother and hugging him fiercely, beginning to cry.
"Oh jeez... I come home, expecting you all to be happy to see me and you all start to cry! Maybe I'll go back-"
"No!" I said through my tears as he tried to pull away from me. "I'm so happy to see you!" His chest vibrated under my cheek as he laughed and hugged me tighter, one hand on my back and the other holding my head to him.
"I'm happy to see you too Paige... More than you can imagine"
I should explain. My older brother Lucas, or Luc as he likes to be known, hasn't been home in over a year and me and my family have had next to no contact with him in that time. A year and a half ago, when Luc had just turned 22, he completed his Navy training, earning him the status of a SEAL. He'd had to leave home to go training and we'd all been devastated to see him go, but knew he would be amazing and could achieve anything he set his mind to. He'd sent letters, telling us about the training and how hard it was, unimaginably so and the people he had met and wishing us well, but that had been it for a while. Then we'd heard he'd passed the training and we'd gone to see him.
I'd spotted him first, and, though it might be wrong, I gasped as I saw him standing there in his uniform. He'd looked so... appealing. And then he'd spotted me and smiled and my insides melted. I had never seen my brother as anything more than that, my brother, but I couldn't help see him as more than that. As a man.
A handsome one at that.
Ever since, I'd been unable to think of Luc without getting a little hot under the collar.
But now, with his chest pressed tight against mine and his hands on my body, I was getting more than just hot.
I pulled back and flushed, from embarrassment or my body's reaction, I don't know. I looked up into his eyes, and smiled.
"I'm gonna go downstairs and get dinner on the go, give the two of you time to catch up. I'm glad your home Lucas." She said hugging him before leaving us.
Luc walked into the room and looked around, his hands on his hips. "It's changed... I remember your room was always pink and you had teddies on the bed... Now, its cream and there's books everywhere..." He laughed to himself. "Go figure..." He walked over to my notice board and looked at all the pictures pinned up. "I don't recognise that guy..."
"Which guy?"
"The one with the earring of a skull and his hand on your hip..." He said, looking over his shoulder at me, eyebrow raised.
I walked over and looked at the photo. It had been taken 3 months ago at a party and the guy in question had turned out to be a complete jerk by the end of the night. "That's no one".
I reached out and pulled the picture off the wall, tearing it and throwing it in the trash.
It was quiet for a while as I went and sat back on my bed, waiting for Luc to turn around and look at me. I was a little uncomfortable with him. I hadn't seen him in so long and my secret feelings for him were making me nervous.
Finally, he turned and came to sit next to me, taking my hand in his. I smiled up at him and then looked at our hands. His thumb was rubbing circles in my palm, calming me.
"You look good Paige..." He said finally and I looked up to see his eyes travelling over me.
I had never been one of the pretty girls growing up, just an average girl with average looks and features. But as Luc had been away training and I'd turned 18, my body had transformed, making me a late developer. At 5"4, I'm slender and toned, all my work on the gymnastics team had paid off. My stomach is flat and I have a little definition, which I really like, but I love my nice curvy ass and my 32D breasts. My skin is a healthy creamy colour, my hair is chocolate brown and has always been curly, which I was teased about in school, but I think it's pretty, so I always have my hair loose, except for competitions.
My eyes travelled all over Luc's body. From his gorgeous face to his amazing body, I loved everything I saw. His brown hair was cut short from training and he had a little bit of stubble around his jaw and on his cheeks, but you could still see the harsh lines and definition. His eyes were sparkling and his lips were full and inviting. The tight white t-shirt he wore did nothing to hide the abs underneath, the ripples clearly visible and a brown leather jacket was stretched over broad shoulders. He wore black jeans over his long legs and black work boots, but my eyes became glued on his groin area as the denim was showing off a considerably sized lump.
I cleared my throat and dragged my eyes up to his face, to see he was staring at my chest, my cleavage on considerable show in my low cut v-neck sweater. I squirmed a little, growing hotter under his gaze. "You uh, you look good too" I said huskily as he looked at me.