Stephanie pulled up to the curb in front of her aunt's house and put the car in park. She gave herself a little pep talk and grabbed the bags sitting on the passenger seat of her car, then got out and started up the path to the big white house in the middle of suburbia. There were a couple of extra cars parked at the house; they must belong to other family members coming for her aunt's wedding.
Her aunt was getting married in a couple days. Second marriage, to a nice man. This was his fourth marriage, but he acted like it was his first. He had a couple kids from previous marriages, and was on good terms with their mothers. That said a lot about his character, in Stephanie's opinion. She hadn't met his older kids yet, but she knew he had a couple that were her age or older.
Taking a deep breath at the door, she prepared herself for answering questions about Mike, forced a smile to her lips and walked through the door.
The house was a mess. Boxes and bags and decorations were piled up in the front room. Splashes of red and silver made it look like a battle field, or a prom gone wrong. A clothes rack held several tuxes, name tags hanging from protective bags: Roger, William, David, Brian. Most of the names she recognized, but not the last one.
Brian? Who's that?
Her aunt looked up from a checklist that was several pages too long and rushed over to greet Stephanie. Genuine happiness to see her showed in the grin Mary gave her.
"Hey, Aunt Mary. Here're the bags from Mom's place. She said you'd need these for something," Stephanie said as she put the bags down in the entryway and hugged her aunt.
"Thanks, Steph. How was the drive? Not too long, I hope. I'm glad to have you here," Mary paused and looked pointedly behind Steph as she closed the front door. "Where's that handsome young man we met a few months ago?" Mary asked, raising her eyebrows. "I thought he was coming with you."
Steph sighed and tousled the hair of her younger cousin sitting on the couch.
Probably between Kimmie's legs by now.
"We're not together anymore. He, uh, says best wishes."
"Ah, well. His loss. Anyway, come on in and make yourself at home."
Stephanie looked around the room as she kicked off her shoes and put her purse on the coat rack. Her cousins watching TV, her soon-to-be uncle writing something with his brows furrowed, her aunt working on the checklist. She wasn't sure what to do, so she decided to get some homework in.
Grabbing her laptop and her overnight bag, her aunt told her to take the spare room she always stayed in. "There are a lot of people here. You'll have to share a room with one of your new cousins. Hope you don't mind."
"Of course not. That'll be fine."
She kissed her uncle on top of his head and smiled at him as she made her way toward the back of the house, where the spare bedrooms were away from the other rooms, for guests' privacy.
Going through the second living room, which her aunt called the family room, she came to the hallway and stopped to look at pictures. She shook her head at the baby pictures of her still hanging in the hall, and noticed a picture of her uncle Roger with two people in their early twenties, like her.
The girl was tall, lean, and beautiful. Her hair was perfectly done and her smile was fake, like she didn't want to be there. The boy caught her attention, though. He had his arm around his dad and was smiling genuinely at the camera. He was fit and handsome, his dark hair shining in the sun.
Maybe it won't be boring, at least.
Stephanie continued down the hall and grabbed the doorknob of the middle spare bedroom, opening the door a crack before her cell phone buzzed once in her jeans pocket. She set down her overnight bag in the hallway and pulled out her phone. "1 New Text Message" displayed on the screen.
She knew it was Mike, and rolled her eyes in frustration. In looking up from her cell phone, she noticed movement inside her room. Curious, she peeked through the crack, and saw a dark haired man facing away from her. He was pulling his shirt up over his head, showing her his muscled back above low-slung jeans. He ran a quick hand through his hair then reached for the button on his pants.
Are you seriously spying on him?
Stephanie chastised herself, then quickly forgot why she was objecting as he stepped out of his pants. Boxer briefs clung to his firm legs, accenting his nice ass. He turned toward the door to set something on one of the twin beds that Stephanie couldn't quite see.
He stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down his legs in what seemed like slow motion. Stephanie held her breath, excitement tingling down her spine. A thin line of hair led from his flat stomach to a patch of trimmed pubic hair. Even limp, his cock was impressive. Pulling a towel around his hips, he started toward the door.
Stephanie panicked.
He's going to see the door is open, he'll know I was totally perving on him. I can't close it, he'll hear or see it.
She looked at her phone instead, pretending to be absorbed in the text message from Michael, instead of just annoyed.
Pulling open the door, Brian came face-to-face with a gorgeous brunette staring intently at her cell phone, cheeks red. He looked her up and down for a moment before clearing his throat.
"Hey, I'm Brian," he said, putting his hand out for her to shake. "You must be Steph, your aunt talked about you coming. They said I could pick a bed, I hope you don't mind."
"Hi." Flustered, that was all that came out. She took his hand, shaking it firmly.
Say something to him, you idiot.
"Uh, yeah. I'm Stephanie. Mary's really the only one that calls me Steph."
"Oh, okay. It's cute though, it suits you," Brian smiled slyly. Then, after a moment: "Mind if I get by you to shower? I took the far bed, if that's okay."
"Uh, yeah. Sure. So, we're roommates?" she asked, making eye contact with him that made her blush even more.
"Yeah, apparently the younger kids wanted to share, threw a fit or something. Is that a problem?"
"No, no. Just... curious."
Okay, stop being awkward. Let him shower.
She let her eyes wander from his eyes to his mouth, over his chest. Resisting the urge to touch, she averted her eyes and turned sideways to let him pass, hoping he hadn't noticed her checking him out.
He did notice. He intentionally walked very close to her as he passed, pausing to smile down at her. As he thought, it had made her blush again. He chuckled quietly and ambled to the guest bathroom.
Shaking her head at herself, Stephanie walked into the room, pushing the door closed with her foot and dropping her stuff on the floor. She flopped down onto her bed, sprawling out. Sighing, she decided to read Mike's text.
"I'm sorry. How many times do I need to say it?"
At least a hundred more times, and I'd still not forgive you, you cheating bastard.
Instead of replying with her initial reaction, she typed simply "Leave me alone," hit send, then tossed her cell phone away from her. It bounced on Brian's bed.
She unpacked her clothes then stretched out on her bed again, arching her back and trying to dismiss thoughts of Mike and Kimmie, naked and sweaty in his dorm room bed a month ago. On her one year anniversary with him.
Stupid fucking bastard.
When the thoughts wouldn't just go away, she started thinking about Brian naked to distract herself.
Tan, fit, super flirty. Maybe he'd caress me, or kiss me, or touch me
. She fantasized about his hands on her skin, feeling his lips on her neck, her chest. She touched herself where she wanted him to touch her, then, closing her eyes, slipped one hand under the waistband of her jeans.
She dragged a finger down the silky scrap of fabric, rubbing her already wet pussy, feeling the liquid seep into the fabric. Her hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet her fingers. Her fingers brushed insistently over the bud of her clitoris, sending shock waves up her body and moans escaped from her mouth unchecked. Her other hand strummed a nipple, pulling down her tank top for better access.
Done with his shower, Brian stood outside their room, amazed. He heard the mewing noises she was making, heard her harsh breaths. Looking around to make sure nobody else was around, he very quietly opened the door enough so he could see her. He could feel himself getting hard as he watched her buck her hips, watched her fondle her bare breast.
He rubbed his hard dick through the towel, wanting to instead be touching her. He could tell she was close to cumming by her short breaths. With a devious smile, he adjusted his dick under the towel, and took a deep breath. He pulled the door quietly closed then took louder steps in the hall, cleared his throat, and opened the door.
Shit!
She thought. She quickly pulled her hand out of her pants and covered her breasts, and was flushed and a little frustrated when he walked in.
