Staring at the front of the house, she sat back in the drivers seat and grimaced when she had to lean to the left to favor her right hip, the memory of the drop still fresh in her mind especially when the twinge of pain would periodically shoot up from her hip. Stroking the worn leather of the wheel cover, she killed the engine with a swift turn of the key and pulled it out of the ignition as she pushed the door open with her free hand. Turning in the seat, she swung her legs out and pulled herself out, gingerly putting weight on her right foot as the pain started radiating down her leg once more. Deciding to leave her school bag in the backseat for now, she grabbed her purse off the floorboard and slammed the door shut, a smile twisting the corners of her lips up at the loud creaks and groans of the old metal. Staring down at the '70 Chevelle coupe, she stroked her hand along the sharp line of the hood and patted the sun worn paint just above the headlight. "Soon, Ella, Soon." Settling the strap of the faux-leather purse on her shoulder, she spun her keys on her index finger as she limped for the front door, a grimace turning her smile away from her full lips. Testing the knob, she found no resistance which had to mean her mother was already home so she pushed the door open and stepped into the welcoming embrace of the cool interior of the foyer. Already smelling the melding scents of what could only be her mother's spaghetti, she smiled to herself and followed the scent to the kitchen to greet her mother who instantly knew something was wrong with just a single glance.
"What happened?"
"How do you always know?"
"I'm your mother, its in the job description."
"Well you need a raise then. I got dropped from the top of the pyramid today. Kourtney had a sneezing fit, so its not like to was on purpose or anything."
"Oh damn, I'm sorry sweetie. A good hot soak would do you good but you'll have to use your brother's bath, I have a plumber coming to work on your shower at the end of the week."
"Oh okay, I guess it got worse then?"
"Yeah, it wouldn't even drain when I was in their cleaning a bit ago."
"Okay. Well, I'm sure Si will love having to share a bathroom again." She laughed and sat her bag on the end of the counter with her keys before turning to kiss her mothers cheek.
"Oh of course."
"Well, hopefully I'm done before he gets home."
"It doesn't matter, just go soak, sweetie."
Myka nodded and turned to head down the long hallway, her sneakers making soft slaps on the hardwood flooring with each tentative step. Letting the mask slip, she grimaced and stopped in her room first to collect a change of clothes and her towel before heading further down the hall to her brother's room. Pushing the door open, she crinkled her nose at the slight musty smell and limped across the room to open the window to air his room out while she was in the bath. She didn't know how he didn't notice it but she knew she wouldn't have been able to sleep if her room smelled like that; then again she always kept her room a lot cleaner than he did and didn't have piles of laundry littering the floor haphazardly. Working her way to his bathroom, she frowned heavily at the small mound of towels and underwear by the end of the tub and laid her clothes and towel on the end of the counter where it was relatively clean. Turning to the shower, she slid the glass door open and leaned in to switch the water to the hottest setting before stripping off her cheer uniform. Laying the skirt on the other side of the sink, she laid her bra and thong on top of it and covered them with her top before stepping into the welcoming heat of the shower. Clicking the door shut behind her, she stepped under the scalding waterfall and hissed at the initial sting against her skin but then let out a soft moan as she got acclimated to the heat and it began working its magic to soothe all the aches and pains hiding within her body. Turning her face up into the stream, she closed her eyes and let the water rain down around her, the sound drowning out everything else as she let it wash the crappy end of her day away. Realizing she had forgotten her shampoo, conditioner and soap, she growled faintly to herself and reached for his, giving quiet thanks that he had unscented bar soap sitting in the cradle right next to his bottle of Axe body wash. Reaching for the washcloth, she wrapped the fabric around the bar of soap and scrubbed it between her hands to get it nice and sudsy before she started scrubbing the dried sweat and dirt from her arms and legs. Rinsing off, she went back and washed properly before turning her attention to her hair. Deciding against using his shampoo because it smelled way too masculine for her tastes, she simply rinsed it and was about to shut the water off when it cut off on its own. Frowning, she turned to the fogged up glass and smirked a little when she saw the giant shadow her brother was casting on it. Sliding the door open the rest of the way to see him drying his hand off with her towel, she extended her hand for it.
"I guess you don't care about what mom said."
"Nope. Use her shower next time."
"You know she hates us using her bathroom."
"Too bad. Now cover the fuck up, Jesus."
"Then hand me the damn towel, dumb-ass." She arched a brow and grinned a little when he tossed it at her chest; catching it, she pulled it around her curves and tucked the corner down beneath the under layer.
"Did you use all my hot water? You're not the only one who needs a hot shower after practice."
"Awwww, did you actually get to play today?"
"It was practice..we all have to."
"So the bench actually got to miss you then, that's sweet. I figured you were just clingy." Snickering, she wrung the excess water out of her hair and stepped out of the stall with a grimace, reaching out to brace herself against the counter as a sharp pain shot through her hip.
"Oh fuck you. What's wrong?" Despite being mad about finding her using his shower, he immediately leaned forward to catch her just in case she fell but then she caught herself on the counter. Watching her collect her clothes, he stepped back and let her squeeze past him with a pronounced limp.
"I got dropped ten feet."
"Fuck. How?"
"Kourtney started sneezing in pyramid form. Yeah, that ain't the most fun way to disband a pyramid." Deciding to be a plague on him for a little longer, she perched on the end of his bed and looked up at him, finally noticing that he was only in his boxers. Letting her gaze roam over his massive frame, she set the bundle of her clothes to the side and started going through them to separate the clean from the dirty.
"Damn, you sure you don't need to see a doctor or anything? Wait...why are you staying? Go to your room and do that shit." Pointing to the door as she started pulling a lacy black thong up her legs and under the towel, he forced himself to turn away as she stood and let the towel drop as she continued to dress. "Hey!"
"What, giant?" Staring up at him as she settled the thong on her hips, she sat back down and pulled her Sophie shorts on and leaned back on the bed to pull them up, using her left foot to brace herself against the bed before she lifted up enough to settle them properly in place.
"I don't need to see you naked, dude."
"So then fuckin' look away, Jesus." Sitting back up, she pulled her tank top on and twisted the heavy mass of wet hair out from under the fabric before wrapping her towel around her shoulders. Watching him struggling not to look at her, she leaned back on her elbows on his bed and rested her hands on her stomach. "Dude, relax. Its not like I stayed naked or anything."
Shaking his head, he flicked her off and disappeared into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him without replying. Watching her get dressed in front of him was not something he had been prepared for and even though she had been a frequent fantasy, it was still disconcerting to see her like that. Turning the water back on, he stepped into the still warm enclosure of the shower and snapped the sliding glass door closed behind him. Trying to get the sight of her naked body out of his mind, he failed miserably and sighed as he felt his cock harden fully. Remembering how he used to sneak into her room at night, he coated his hands in soap suds and wrapped a massive hand around the thick base of his shaft. Squeezing for a moment, he started lazily stroking to the last time when he had actually gotten to taste her as she slept. She had looked so peaceful, like a sleeping angel, so different than the sassy bitch she was when she was awake. Leaning back against the tiled wall, he closed his eyes and got lost in the memory as he slowly built the pace of his stroking. Just the sight of her sprawled out on her bed, the moonlight from her window bathing her in an eerie blue light, had been enough to embolden him; silently egging him to lay between those thick thighs of hers. He had stayed there for a few minutes, not daring to move as she shifted a little in her sleep, his heart pounding in his chest at the possibility of being caught so soon. The sight of her ass just a scant few inches from his face eventually won out, his cock straining and throbbing almost painfully against the silk of her sheets and when she had settled down, he had reached out with both hands to spread the firm half-globes to reveal the flesh between them. Even now, he could almost taste her on his tongue, that was how strong the memory was and it only made him tighten his grip on the up stroke as a familiar fantasy of fucking her filled his mind's eye. He hadn't crossed that line on any of his midnight forays into her room, even though he had gotten close a few times. Not bothering to keep his groans quiet, he braced his shoulders against the wall and pressed the balls of his feet into the slight curve along the bottom of the tub wall across from him. He could feel his balls beginning to tighten in anticipation of his orgasm and his thighs began to clench in time to his quick strokes. Gripping just under the head, he shortened his strokes and let out a sound that was caught between a growl and a groan and it ricocheted off the shower walls around him as his cum started exploding out of the tip of his cock, arcing to hit the glass doors. Slowing his pace to savor the high that began to take over his senses, he rested his head against the tile as he dragged in a ragged breath. "Fuck..."
Stepping in under the water, he washed quickly and didn't bother with his hair, he hadn't really wanted or needed a shower to begin with he had just used it as an excuse to get away from his sister. Rinsing the door off, he shut the water off and stepped out, instantly grabbing for a towel and sighing when there wasn't one. Hearing footsteps, he glanced at the door just as a towel landed on his head.
"Do some laundry, ya filthy animal."
"I told you to get out." Dragging the towel from his head, he quickly wrapped it around his hips and gripped it shut with one hand as he stared down at her.
"And miss the vocals? No way."
Before he could even begin to formulate a reply she had disappeared from the doorway and he was left staring at the empty space she left behind. The realization that she had stayed and heard him made him feel torn because on one hand he wanted to chase her down and demand an explanation, and maybe more, but on the other hand, he was a little embarrassed that she had heard him. What if her name had slipped out? That would have been difficult to explain considering neither of them knew another Myka.
Running a hand through his shoulder length hair, he went into his room and was relieved when she wasn't lingering like a beautiful little creep. Crossing to his dresser, he pulled a fresh pair of boxers out, a pair of sweats and one of his favorite band shirts. Quickly getting dressed, he left his room and as soon as he opened the door he was faced with his mom who was about to knock on it.
"Oh, I was just coming to tell you dinners' done."
