~~~This is my first story to be edited and officially posted. Please email me and tell me what you think! I would love to hear your comments. Also, just in case it's unclear in the story, all characters in the story are eighteen~~~
This is a story of what happened this weekend when I stayed at Elliot's apartment with him.
Elliot called and Mom was ecstatic. It had been weeks, at least, since she'd heard from him. I'd texted him on occasion, but nothing more than a quick hello from him, on his way to class. Mom must have been really tense, because when she got off, she told me that he'd offered to give her a break, and take me for a weekend. She told him this weekend, and he had no problem. She looked at me and said, "This is a chance for me to get some stuff done. It's Friday. You don't have a choice in this, so go pack." I rolled my eyes at her, and went up to my room. I couldn't figure out why Elliot would want me to stay with him. He had never really been nice to me, always distancing himself. When he came home to visit, he pushed me around and called me names... He was a mystery to me.
I packed my bag, and threw it loudly next to the front door. "DONE!" I sneered at my mom. This time, it was turn to roll her eyes.
"Jennifer, what is with you?"
"I just don't know why he wants to take me for the weekend."
"He's your brother, Jennifer. He wants to spend time with you. End of discussion." I walked away muttering. The next morning, Elliot picked me up early. He hugged and kissed mom, stayed for a few minutes, then he ruffled my hair, pulling me close to his side.
"Well mom, we gotta head out." I squirmed out of his grip. We walked out to his car, and he threw my bag in back. I climbed into the passenger seat, almost slipping in my heels. "Why you all dressed up, sis?" he laughed at me, as he pulled out of the driveway.
"Well, last time I was out at your place, there were tons of cute boys." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Yeah, you always were looking for the boys." We drove mostly in silence, except for the music he had on. I tried to change it, but he grabbed my hand so fast, I backed off. It made me think, though. He had FAST reflexes, and he was strong. I had almost forgotten he'd been a soldier when he was eighteen. "Sorry." he mumbled after almost ten minutes. The rest of the drive was driven in silence, and when we got to his place, he got out, and walked into the apartment building, so I figured I should get my bag. I did, and followed him in.
"Did some repairs, eh?" I teased him as I walked inside. It had been in a state of shambles last time I'd been there.
"Yeah, and Karen did some painting." I wrinkled my nose, and turned away, but he saw it. He grabbed my arm, "Hey, watch it. Karen's been nothing but nice to you, Jennifer. Don't disrespect her."
"Whatever, like I didn't see you disrespecting her." I mumbled.
"And don't mumble. I want to hear what you're saying to me." he was drinking a cup of coffee, and for the first time in a long time, I turned to face my brother, and I stared at him. He was really tall, more than a foot taller than me, and had broad shoulders. He wore a long sleeved shirt and jeans. His shoes were off, but he still emanated masculinity. "What?" he looked down at his clothes, looking for a stain.
"Nothing." I turned away, and carried my bag to the extra bedroom. I sat down on the bed, and breathed deeply. What was with me? This was my brother. I figured out the logic in my head. It must just be that I haven't seen him in so long. He's grown. A lot. I stopped myself from letting that train of thought grow any more, by picking up my phone and calling Mom to let her know we'd arrived. I unpacked, and Elliot came in fifteen minutes later.
"Yo. So...Karen's not gonna be able to make it this weekend. She's got a lot of work to do. It's just gonna be me and you, kid." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Don't call me kid, I am NOT a kid anymore." His eyes widened, at me challenging him, but then they lowered, scanning my body. Since I'd seen him last, I'd DEFINITELY grown. My hips had widened, my breasts had grown, and I'd been running, so my legs and ass were fit. Finally, he looked back up at my eyes.
"You sure as hell aren't." he walked out. I stood there, stunned, for several minutes before I walked out. I'd taken my heels off, so as I brushed by him, our height difference was obvious. "You're not a kid anymore, but you're still a shorty." he ruffled my hair for the second time today.
"Elliot, stop!" I grabbed his forearm, but he was too fast, he had me over the couch in less than a second.
"Don't ever forget who's the big one here." he let me go, and I slid over the side. "Want some juice?" he asked, pleasantly.
"Um, okay." I shuffled into my room to change. I felt stuffy in my sweater and jeans. I took everything off and I put on blue boy shorts, soft, red shorts, and a little black t-shirt. I walked back out, and sat next to him on the couch. He had a glass of orange juice for me. "Thanks." My leg brushed his, and he looked down.
"You changed." I nodded, and put my arm around his waist from the side, resting my face on his shoulder, and hugging him. He put his arm around me slowly, and hugged back.
"I love you, Elliot." I mumbled into his shoulder. He just stroked my hair and the back of my neck. I cuddled closer to him, and closed my eyes.
"Jennifer."
"Mm?"
"W-what are you doing?"
"Just being close to my big brother. I've missed you."
"Yeah." he kissed my hair. We stayed like that for an hour or so, he watched TV, but I just breathed in his scent. "I love you too." he whispered into my ear. I grinned and went to hiss his cheek, but he turned, and I ended up planting it on his mouth. He didn't pull away as fast as I thought he would, and I looked up into his eyes, my lips pressed into his, before pulling away.
"Oh." [I think I'm going to give just a little bit of background story here. When Elliot lived at home, I would always sit in his lap, kiss him, or run around the house in my undies and a t-shirt, especially when Mom and Dad weren't home. He rarely brought girlfriends home, and he rarely let me touch him. He always bitched and moaned about having to 'watch' me, when Mom and Dad went anywhere, and would coop up in his room.]
I went to my room, and I ended up falling asleep in my bed. I was really tired, I'd been stressed and busy for the past few weeks, and the chance to sleep without my mom waking me up early in the morning was a wonderful thing. It was almost four-thirty when Elliot knocked on my door. "Sleeping Beauty, haul your ass out of bed, we're going swimming." Lucky me, I'd brought a bikini. I went and put it on, then pulled a skirt and t-shirt over my head, slipped on my black flip-flops and grabbed my bag. He handed me a towel and sunscreen, which I slipped in my bag.
He drove us to a gym with an indoor pool. I swear, I squealed when I saw it. There were lots of guys there, but I barely noticed, it had been ages since I'd swam. He knew I loved it. I smiled at him, and turned my back. I slid my skirt down my legs, and pulled my t-shirt off. Then I dove in. It was almost five minutes before he finally took his clothes off and got in. We swam for a couple of hours, I talked to a couple boys, but Elliot was there, showing who was boss, and the boys sensed it.
We showered off, and drove home. I thanked him for a great time, and curled up on my bed with a magazine. He went to check his email, and call Karen. When dinner time came, he knocked on my door to tell me we were going out. I put on a slinky black dress and heels, and grabbed my purse. I smiled at him and walked past him. He let out a low whistle. "I'm gonna need to keep my eye on you if you're wearing that." I giggled.
We pulled up to a pretty classy grill/bar. "I can't drink."
"It's fine, I know these people." we walked in, he nodded at the host, and we were seated at the bar. He ordered a beer, and some kind of flirty drink, minus the alcohol for me. I whined at him, and he finally gave in and got me a real drink.
"Thank youuuu big brother." I sipped it, and winced slightly. It was stronger than I had expected. He laughed, and I noticed his eyes weren't scanning around the bar. Was it because he had his attention on me, or because he had Karen? I, on the other hand, looked around the bar.
Most of the men either had a woman on his arm, or was older than my taste. [As I stated before, I already am too young to be in the bar, at eighteen.] I shrugged it off. "What do you want to eat?" he asked me.
"Umm, a sandwich or something. I don't really care." he laughed,
"At least it's not a salad." he ordered my sandwich and a burger for himself. The food came fast,
"You really must come here often. They treat you like a king." my drink was down to the last sip, and he got me another, before I had time to mention it.
"Yeah. Me and my buddies come down here a lot after work or school." We ate in silence. We definitely didn't look like a couple, but I was still surprised when the bartender slid a drink and a note to me. I'd just finished my third, so I wasn't really thirsty.
"From the man across the bar." she whispered. I glanced over. He was younger than Elliot, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four. He winked at me. I looked down at the note.
"That guy looks way too old to be with a pretty, young girl like yourself. Why don't you come sit over here?" the drink was a martini. I made a face at Elliot, and slid my hand over his thigh, resting the note face-up. He looked down, read it, and I saw him tense up.
"Drop it, don't take it up. Don't let him get to you." he put his arm around me and pressed a kiss to my neck. I shivered. He was just trying to show the guy to back off, but it felt oh so good. He did it again, lower, and his hand stroked my lower back. "Let's get out of here." he whispered into my ear, biting it lightly. I grabbed his thigh. He threw a bunch of money down, and helped me off the stool. We walked out, and got into his car outside.
"Thanks for calming me down. I wanted to..."
"I know. But it's not like he knew how old I was."
"Still." he breathed in deeply. My neck and ear still tingled from where he'd kissed. "You okay?" apparently my arousal was showing in my eyes.
