Hearing the doorbell ring I paused my movie and yawned. I was having a lazy day; one that I was hoping would include no interruptions. I quickly adjusted my bright blue tube top and skipped down the stairs. Looking out the peep hole I could see my older sister Jessica's boyfriend, Chris. I opened the door quickly.
"Hey, Jessica's working till close tonight." I answered. Chris sighed and leaned against the door jamb. Chris was extremely hot; with dark brown short shaggy hair, deep grey eyes; a seductive smile even when he wasn't trying. He was probably about 6' tall; his skin a little pale. He was wearing a blue tee-shirt and jeans; which seemed ridiculous considering it was about 100 degrees and mid-July.
"That's too bad," he told me, snapping me out of my reverie. "I was looking forward to...seeing her today." I rolled my eyes at his horrible attempt to shield me from saying 'fucking your sister'. "What are you up to?" He asked, putting a hand in his pocket.
I bit my lip. Jessica did not like Chris and me hanging out together when she was there. She said we were too flirty, and she didn't like my reply of 'That's just how I am.' I doubted she would approve of us hanging out while she was slaving over customers. "I'm just watching Mean Girls up in my room. It's too hot to do much else." He grinned.
"You know, I always liked mean girls." He admitted. I rolled my eyes.
"Of course you do." I joked back.
"Can I come watch with you?" I contemplated for a minute. Then remembering how Jessica woke me up at the earliest hour of 10 am this morning to borrow my favorite sandals I grinned back.
"Sure," I said, starting to head up the stairs to my bedroom. He quickly followed and I could feel his eyes on my perfect little ass in my jean mini skirt. I turned to smile at him again as we entered my room. He immediately flopped on my bed; like he was my boyfriend and he did this all the time. I sighed in regret that he wasn't as I sat on the floor in front of my bed, starting the movie from where I had left off.
As we watched I started thinking. What was Chris doing with my sister? Sure, Jessica was pretty in that basic kind of way. She had straight blond hair, big blue eyes, was about 5'7" and only weighed like 130; and most of that was in her 34C boobs. But she was such a bitch. She was the smart one in the family. Straight A's. She was the president of her class; honor roll and had a perfect 4.0 GPA. She was anal retentive; often in a bitch mood. She had to have everything perfectly planned and perfectly organized.
I on the other hand, was a little more relaxed than my sister. I was still smart, I didn't get straight A's but I did have a 3.1 GPA, which isn't bad. I liked to be spontaneous and party a lot more than I liked to have constructed study hours. My friends and my social life were more important to me than school was, and while my parents never compared the two of us, I knew I was the black sheep of the family. My father was a lawyer, my mother a professor. So I getting anything less than perfect was unacceptable.
I started dying my naturally blond curls a dark chestnut brown freshman year; to separate my sister and me. My blue eyes were already more of a navy than hers, and this accentuated them. While my sister was more conservative in her activities and clothing; I was a varsity cheerleader and wore things like tube tops and short skirts all the time. My 5'4" frame might have been short; but my legs and stomach were toned from years of dance and cheerleading, and my tits were a nice comfortable 34Bs. Plus, they looked bigger on my tiny frame. My lips were the big pouty kind, and I always was wearing lip gloss on them. I had a steady stream of boyfriends and dates; but had only had sex with two guys-my boyfriend of freshman year and my last boyfriend of a year; the quarterback on the football team. Neither was that good, but now I was single, finally 18 and ready for senior year to start. My sister would be gone at college and I would be free to rein the school my way.
I had kind of fallen asleep thinking of all this when Chris tapped me on the head. I moaned quietly, trying to tell him to go away when he whispered "Wake up sleepy head" in my ear, with his smooth seductive voice. I opened my eyes immediately and turned my head, his face only inches from mine. I could just close the gap between us, I thought. Instead I stood up and went to turn the DVD player and TV off.
"Well, I guess you should get going." I said my mind racing. Chris just shrugged and stretched out on my bed, putting his hands behind his head.
"What's the rush?" He asked. "I don't have anything to do all day." I inwardly groaned. Of course he didn't.
