***Hey y'all. This is my first story here, and the first of this genre. I hope ya like it. Reviews are definitely appreciated.
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Summer Heat
Carrie had been swimming for nearly 2 hours already when her stepbrother Max brought lunch out on the deck. Eagerly, she headed in, climbing out of the pool and making her way towards the plastic chairs and table in record time. "Still not tired?" he asked with a laugh as she sat down and dug in, his blue eyes sparkling.
"Nope," she replied chipperly, taking another bite of her lemon herb chicken. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor, and humming in appreciation. "This is really good chicken Max, you should be a chef," she sighed, opening wide green eyes and smiling. "If you ever get tired of carpentry that is," she laughed.
He grinned, "Glad you like it." He'd topped it off with salad and fruit with fresh kool-aid to drink. Perfect for a hot summers' day. She tilted her head, regarding him as she finished off the light meal. She'd always wanted an older brother. That was why Carrie had been excessively pleased when her mother had married his father when she was seven and he was twelve. Her and Max had grown as close as blood since then.
And while she admired him and admitted he was pretty cute, it made her embarrassed as hell when all her friends sighed over him and talked about doing crazy things to him if they had half the chance. Which is why she almost hated telling them when he was home from college. It was good to have him to herself too, or with their parents, without Laurie, Meg, Stacy and the others spying on Max, giggling and flirting.
Today was another rare day, as yesterday, with just the two of them- as their parents had gone out with friends for most of the day again. She smiled. Yesterday he'd given entirely to her and they'd played all sorts of games, went to a movie, just spent some time together. But today he'd left her to swimming alone while he worked on some paper for college. She brushed back wet, shoulder-length red hair, pouting slightly. He was only here for another week and she was sure he had plenty of time for work when he got back. "You sure you don't wanna join me for a swim? It's pretty hot out."
She threw in a sigh, watching him from behind her lashes. Max gave her a dry laugh, "Sorry kid, still got some typing and research to do before I can take a break. Maybe later."
She nodded, smiling ruefully, and helped put the dishes back on the tray and clean up. "Right then. Later." Carrie sighed again, this time more to herself, as she headed back to the pool, rubbing her shoulder. There was no way to beat this heat. Nothing to else to do either… not by your self anyway.
"Hey, march back around kid. Your skin is burnin' to a crisp like that. Put on some sunblock!" The pale-skinned girl rolled her eyes, making a face as she turned and walked back. She liked that he cared, really, but she hated that he still insisted on calling her 'kid' (more so whenever he treated her like one) even though she was now eighteen, 5'6'', and with some definite curves thanks to puberty.
Sticking out her tongue slightly, she took the tube of SPF 35 from his hands and started liberally applying it to her shoulders, arms, and wherever else she could reach well enough, wincing as she lifted the straps of her bikini top to moisturize the already red skin."Mind getting my back and shoulders better?" Carrie called over her shoulder before Max could go in.
Her stepbrother shrugged, "Sure, I got a few minutes." She grinned, shaking her head to herself as he took the tube back and she hopped up on the table.
"What a relief," she laughed. But her grin faded quickly when his lotioned hands touched her sensitive flesh, massaging the sunblock/cream into her shoulders and back, a sigh that translated into a moan tearing from her throat. And she couldn't help a little shiver. "Great," she said a little breathily, muscles tightening, stiffening, sliding from the tabletop and intent on escaping back to the pool.
"Nuh uh," he said softly, catching her and depositing her back on the smooth plastic surface. "You can't go back in half-done and before the sunblock even gets absorbed properly. Plus, you should wait at least fifteen minutes after eating anyway." She bit her lip, both at the sensation and to hold back any damning sounds, as he ran a hand along her back with a slight frown, shaking his head. "And the muscles are all tense and knotted, you could pull something. And as you're on any sports team you could get yourself into, that definitely wouldn't be good."
She snorted, muttering to herself, and he cocked an eyebrow, grinning. "You doubting me? Or is my touch suddenly so abhorrent?" he faked a pout, a devastating thing on him, one lock of thick black hair falling over his forehead, "Come on, you used to love my massages, remember?" Carrie laughed at his reaction, but it was somewhat stilted, forced- the wry as she did remember.
He brought to mind all those times she was in bed with a stomach ache and he'd rub it better, all the times she'd return from a bad day at school and he'd massage her shoulders and back. And the times, though fewer, she'd come home from a particularly rough soccer or basketball practice and he'd been there to take some of the pain away with a full body massage.
"Alright," she acquiesced with a small smile, weakening, and she lay down on her stomach, stretching out across the table. "Hit me with your best shot, Mad Max." He really was quite good. At a lot of things. She heard him chuckle at the nickname, squeezing more sunblock onto his hands, and she closed her eyes, settling back with a grin.
But she had to bite her lip again to stifle another moan when his hands really got to work. 'Wonderful hands,' she thought, shivering both at the cool lotion on her hot skin and the feel of his callused hands. Talented hands. Carpenter's hands. Lover's hands…. She couldn't squelch that last thought that just drifted into her mind. But she did shove it to the back, trying to be abject.
