She stands in the doorway. The hall light obscuring her features but not hiding the womanly hourglass outline of her body. Grabbing a strap of her tight white tank top she begins to pull it down her arm.
"Time to get up. Wakey wakey." My sister shakes my shoulder and I'm pulled out of the dream and back into reality. Thank goodness I'm a side sleeper as there'd be no hiding the tent created by my erection if I were on my back.
"It's the first day of your last year of high school. You're going to love being a senior. Now get your ass out of bed before you're late," she chides me. My sister graduated last year and is still about a week away from starting college. I can't wait for her first day because I've bought an air-horn and it has her name written all over it.
Once the swelling goes down I crawl out of bed and grab a quick shower. Heading downstairs I pop some bread into the toaster, throw a little jelly on it, and make for the front door grabbing my backpack off the bench where I put it last night.
"You sure seem in a hurry," says a voice from the stairs. Shit, I think, as I turn to greet my stepmother. "Hi Linda." Don't stare, don't stare I tell myself but it's pointless and my eyes are drawn down. My father and Linda married two years ago after meeting at a widow and widowers support group. At 36 Linda is twice my age but you wouldn't know it from looking at her. She's shorter than me by a lot, probably around 5'5" and is right around 200 pounds which I know because she complains about it all the time. Thing is her weight is all in her hips, ass, and tits which I tend to like.
It's she that has invaded my dreams lately. Sometimes the dream continues and she enters my room and lets me touch her but other times the dream gets interrupted as it did this morning. I try to avoid her as much as possible now because I can't take my eyes off her body and I'm afraid she's going to notice.
"I don't want to be late for the first day of class," I tell her and I hurry out the door. I take the keys out of my backpack and jump in my car and head to school. A senior. I've waited for this day for such a long time I can't believe it's finally here. "Need a ride?" I ask my best friend Steve when he picks up the phone, "I'm outside your house." Steve and I have been friends for years and I usually give him a ride to school even though he has his own car because he lives just a couple of house down from us on the way to school. He doesn't answer but simply hangs up while simultaneously opening the front door. He gets in the car and we make it to school with a half hour to spare.
"I had the dream again," I tell him as we sit on the hood of my car watching to see if there are any cute new girls. "It got interrupted this time though by my sister waking me up."
"Bummer," he remarks. "Was it the white tank again?"
"Always," I say.
The morning flies by and just as the bell is going to ring for lunch the fire alarm sounds. We've never had a drill the first day of school but we think nothing of it as we form our lines and make our way out of the building. It's not until the sirens sound in the distance that we realize that things might be more serious than we realized. Four fire engines pull up outside the school and get to work with their hoses. The principal comes out shortly after with a bullhorn, "May I have your attention?" It goes quiet which is pretty unusual but we're all curious as to know what's going on. "As you might have guessed," he continues, "there's been a small fire. It's in the cafeteria in a new fryer. School is dismissed for the rest of the day and be sure to check the school's Facebook page and Twitter account later this afternoon for more information. For those of you that ride the bus the buses are on the way to take you home." He doesn't have to tell us twice as those of us that drove make our way to our cars. Steve is waiting when I get there.
"So we goin' to do it this weekend?" he asks and I don't even have to wonder what he means. For weeks we've been talking about hiding a camera in Linda's bathroom and filming her while she showers. It's a stupid idea that I mentioned one day in passing and now Steve won't let it go. "No, we're not," I tell him, "not this weekend and not ever. You know what would happen to me if I got busted? You know how my father is. I'd be lucky just to get thrown out of the house." My father can be a dick. He's pretty intolerant of anyone that thinks or believes differently than he does as I do but I've learned to keep my mouth shut about it. If he knew that Steve and I had even talked about this he'd probably kick me out for being "a goddamn pervert."
"Just think about it dude," Steve says as he gets out of the car at his house. I drive off without a word. Honestly it's all I can think about but I'll never admit it to him. I even know where I'd place the camera but again, my fear of my father keeps me from acting on it. Pulling into the drive I see Linda's car but my sister's car is gone which is no surprise. She and Linda get along best in short spurts so whenever my sister can leave she does so. I open the front door dreading being alone with Linda. I'll do what I usually do when this happens and hide in my room and pretend I have homework until dinner is ready. I'm usually left alone when studying. With a plan in place I climb the stairs and open my bedroom door to find Linda going through my things.
"What the hell Linda?" She jumps and then spins to face me.
"Shit you scared me! What are you doing home already?"
"There was a fire in the cafeteria. They sent us home for the day. Now what the hell are you doing in my room?"
Linda blushes and then says, "I need batteries. Two C batteries. We've got a ton of AA but not a C to be found. I thought you might have some."
"What do you need C batteries for anyway?"
She blushes again, "I've got a...um...a calculator. An old...um...you know adding machine type and it uses C."
"A calculator? What in the world do you need one for?"
"For adding things. Anyhow that's not the point. The point is that while looking for batteries I found your stash."
Oh shit. If she's found my porn stash I'm dead. All the magazines relate to women built just like Linda. She'll see right through me.
"I can explain..." I begin as Linda reaches back into the drawer and pulls out a small baggie with two joints in it. Oh thank god, it's only Steve's pot.
"It's cool," she interrupts, "but would you mind if I smoke a little?"
"I didn't know you smoked pot. Does dad know?"
"I've not smoked since college and no, he doesn't know. You know how he is."
I nod knowing exactly what he'd think. I'd probably end up in drug rehab.
"Well sure, you can smoke one. They're Steve's anyway."
She opens the baggie and takes out one of the joints. She sits on my bed and rummages through the drawer.
"Got a light?" she asks.
"Back left, under the book."
She pulls out the lighter and gets the joint lit.
"Shit, you're smoking it in here?!" I panic.
"Relax," she says, "your father won't be home for hours and it's not like he'd know what the smell is. Plus when's the last time he was in your room?"
She has a good point and I gesture for her to continue.
She sits back on the bed putting a pillow between her back and the headboard and she pats a spot next to her wanting me to join her. I sit cross-legged on the bed near her legs.
As we sit there Linda passes me the joint. I'm not into pot so I wait a second and then pass it back to her. She doesn't seem to notice I'm not partaking. After a few hits Linda begins to giggle.
"What's so funny?" I wonder.
"I was just thinking about my college days. We'd do this same thing. There'd be a group of us and we'd sit in a circle and smoke and then we'd pair off and have...other fun."
"You mean sex," I'm rather enjoying this conversation especially finding out that Linda had a bit of a wild side.
"Yes, sex. Sometimes we'd go to separate rooms and sometimes it'd be bodies everywhere and you didn't know who was touching whom."
I'm picturing Linda naked, writhing around on the floor with others. I start to get an erection and so I grab my other pillow and put it in my lap.
"I miss sex," Linda mutters. It surprises me to hear this since sharing a bedroom wall has made me well aware of the sex noises Linda makes. There were nights that I'd get so turned on I'd slip my boxers down and masturbate to her noises.
"Now that you mention it I've not heard you two in quite some time.
Linda looks at me in surprise, "You heard us? I didn't realize we were that noisy or that the walls were so thin. But yes, it's been way too long. Actually I think your father is having an affair because he doesn't touch me anymore. It's been so long...well...so long that I actually pulled out my old back massager and was going to use it to have a little fun. Damn thing needs C batteries and who the hell has those sitting around?"
"A back massager? How's that going to help?"
Linda laughs. "I guess you wouldn't know would you? A back massager has a nice vibration and a large round head. It works perfectly for, um, other stimulation."
It dawns on me what she means and I also realize, "Oh shit. My mother had one of those. She kept it plugged in by the bed but I didn't think anything of it."
"Maybe she had a sore back," Linda says trying to be helpful.
"Yeah, maybe," but neither of us believes it.
"Should I go get you some C batteries?" I ask.
"No, you don't need to do that. I'll just take matters into my own hands so to speak."
"I could watch," the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
