Mike looked down at the small dark knobs formed by Stacy's collar bones. He could feel a shift in his loins as she pulled one of her yellow sundress straps down past her shoulder and then reached for the other strap. It was finally happening: she would be his at last. Just as the dress's soft fabric slipped past her cleavage, revealing the deep ridges between the mountains it hid, the earth beneath his feet shook and opened and he felt himself falling away and falling toward a bright light..
"Mike! Dad said you're going back to roofing if you aren't at breakfast in five minutes!"
His eyes slowly opened to look up at his older long limbed step-sister jumping on his bed in her short soccer shorts and black concert shirt. Her long thin thighs were pale and smooth and her athletic calves were covered by a pair of tight black and white striped socks. She had cut open the arm holes in her sleeves for ventilation and he caught a glimpse of the side of her small sloped breast before realizing where he was and who he was looking at.
"I hear you, Hillary," Mike shouted back, trying to hide his morning erection.
While he couldn't help enjoy the view, he knew this was no time reveal his attraction to the step-sister who had grown up just a room away. She kicked his bed covers away from his body. He felt the cool air in the room on his thick bare chest and then sat up quickly when she kicked the covers away from his lap.
"Nice tighty whities, dork," his sister teased as he moved his hands to hide his shame.
"Get the fuck out of my room, Hillary!" he erupted. She put her thin hand to her pouty mouth and giggled as she looked down at her vulnerable brother and then jumped off the bed and slammed the door shut as she left his room.
He felt lucky that his father let him work in the office for the family business during his college summer break but he knew the stern man wouldn't hesitate to put him back on outdoor maintenance jobs if he if he didn't fly straight. He took a quick cold shower in the Jack-and-Jill bathroom he shared with Hillary and tried to calm his nerves after his sensual dream about her best friend.
After dressing in one of his tailored suits, he darted downstairs and wolfed down toast and a mug of coffee. If his freshman year in college had taught him one thing, it was how to get from his bed to a classroom, fully dressed, in a minimal amount of time. He tried to keep his composure when Stacy breezed into the kitchen.
Stacy and Hillary went to a nearby college that rivaled Mike's out of state college in sports and academics and they never failed to give him hell about it. Hillary had invited Stacy to stay with their family for the summer rather than head back home. As a rising senior, Stacy had already worked her way up through Mike's family real estate firm. She had already completed her real estate license and had closed a number of sales since she started working for the business.
She wasn't just smart, she also knew how to look the part. This morning, Stacy was dressed in a tight sleeveless leopard print dress. As she passed Mike he tried to keep his composure but couldn't help stare at the way her thick round butt filled out the back of the dark dress.
"Good morning," she said as she passed. She left a tail of expensive smelling perfume as she walked by.
"Uh, yeah. Good..." Mike awkwardly responded as he continued to stare at her caramel colored skin and long straightened hair that had been treated with blonde highlights. Just as she bent over the table to look at the morning's newspaper, Mike was interrupted by a slap on his back.
"Hey there, champ. Finally decided to get up for work? Good choice," Mike's dad wasn't a morning person and his tone made it clear that work was not optional for his son.
The group grabbed travel mugs for their coffee and then headed out in their individual luxury cars: an Audi SUV for his father, a Lexus sedan for Stacy, and Mike in his handed down BMW. Mike split off from the caravan to stop by a local bakery. As the office do-boy, it was Mike's job to pick up the breakfast order for the agents at his father's office every morning. This was his third year running whatever errands were needed to setup open houses and tidy up luxury homes before showings and he prayed it would be his last.
The front desk receptionist was always a sight for sore eyes after a long spring semester. Maria Gutierrez greeted Mike with a wide smile and hurried to help him carry in the trays of bagels and coffee he carried.
"Welcome back," she cooed. The entire office worked hard to maintain a fit appearance and Maria was no exception. Mike took stock of her thin waist and bubbly behind as he followed her to the conference room.
"Your father needs to see you in his office," she informed Mike with a look of warning.
Maria to attend to the snacks while he wandered off through the chic modern office, past the closed door to his step-mother's office, and finally arrived at his father's heavy wooden door.
"Enter," his father commanded after Mike knocked. He did not rise from his his oversized desk as he offered Mike a seat.
Sitting on the other side of the desk, Mike saw his broad shoulders, steel blue eyes, and wavy blonde hair reflected back at him while he waited for his father to finish an email.
"Today's a big day, Mike. I'm really proud of how hard you've worked so I'm bumping you up. No more errands. I just want you to close some deals and make me proud."
Mike sighed in relief while his father reached for a button on his office phone. "Stacy, come on over," his father barked into the speaker.
After a few seconds, Stacy pushed her way into Mike's father's office. She smiled from ear-to-ear and gripped Mike's muscular shoulder through his suit coat. His muscles tensed at the energy she sent with her touch.
"You ready for this?" she asked rhetorically.
"Mike, you're not licensed so I can't just cut you loose, but I asked Stacy to hold your hand while she shows you the tougher... more intimate side of our business," Mike's father said.
"Don't worry, I'll take really good care of your boy," Stacy responded, rubbing a caring hand across the back of his neck. Mike shifted in his seat as he felt his manhood swell at Stacy's touch. She had always shown Mike kindness but he was excited to finally get closer to his step-sister's friend.
Stacy drove Mike to their first appointment in her sleek Lexus. They certainly could not show up to a multi-million dollar home in his well worn BMW. When they arrived, an attractive couple in business attire waited for them on the column-lined porch of the expansive home.
"Mike, this is Chelsea and Royce Princeton. We've been working on this deal for a while and I think I've almost convinced them to go for it."
The blonde haired thin framed woman offered a gentle handshake. Mike tried not to let his eyes drift down the front of her scooped white blouse to her small pert breasts as he looked down into her pale blue eyes. Royce was dressed in a striped suit that fit snugly on his tall frame. He gripped Mike's hand tightly.
"Are you all a couple?" Royce asked as he released Mike from his strangling grip.
"Oh, I'm flattered but little Mike is just my mentoree today," Stacy replied. She reached up to his carefully sculpted hair and and gave it a flirty toss.
"That's too bad. You're such stunning kids," Chelsea added.
Mike was taken aback by the beautiful couple's upfront demeanor. He'd gotten used to being hit on by his step-mother's friends as he filled into his six foot two frame but this was the first time a woman in her thirties showed him this kind of attention.
A short tour of the house followed, as Chelsea and Royce just wanted one last look around for their final questions. Stacy led them across marble floors to the massive home theater and indoor pool. It seemed to Mike that the couple wanted to show off their new digs as much they wanted to give it one more inspection.
When the group reached the top of the stairs to the bedroom level of the home, Royce hung back with Mike.
"She's a dream, isn't she?" Royce asked. He stared down the hall toward his wife whose thin waist and athletic butt were covered by a tight black skirt.
"Yeah, and she's all yours," Mike replied, not sure if Royce was referring to the home or his wife.
"Well, I think you'll find we're very welcoming people. We like to keep an... open door policy, if you know what I mean," Royce said with a pat on Mike's shoulder.
Mike stood stiff as a board in the hallway while Royce continued after his wife and Stacy. He had always heard about the free swinging couples that lived in homes like these but never imagined he would end up feeling propositioned. The very thought of walking down the hallway and lifting Chelsea's tight skirt and ravaging her from behind made his head spin, so he tried to block out the thought while they wrapped up the tour.
After the tour, Stacy made her final pitch before the two couples split off in the front foyer. Back in Stacy's car, Mike settled into his black leather passenger seat while Stacy checked her messages on her phone.
"So, Mike..." Stacy turned her full attention to him. She looked up at him with her unblinking hazel eyes, commanding his attention in return.
