My sister Mia was the first member of our family to go away to college. Secretly I was proud of her, but in public I intended to rag her the entire ride home from the airport. I had been saving it up for over four months, after all, and a big brother had certain responsibilities.
Mostly I kidded her about the education she was getting. The rest of us had gone to school less than fifteen minutes from home, and we’d all turned into successful, responsible citizens. At 28 I was already a junior partner at the biggest law firm in town. In another two years they’d paint my name at the door. My younger brother Ted was also a lawyer. Our sister Laura was a graphic designer.
Mia -- the baby at 19 -- was the rebel. Now she was back. I couldn’t believe how much I missed her.
California was certainly good for her. She looked great. Her pretty face glowed with a golden tan that looked out of place in the twelve-degree temperature of our hometown. The sun had also lightened her long blonde hair until it was almost white. From the wild stories I had heard about the West Coast lifestyle, I wondered if she had any tan lines under her bulky sweater and tight jeans.
The thought made me blush. Where did that come from? I wondered.
Under the best of conditions it was an hour drive from the airport to out house. It had started snowing in the morning, however, and it hadn’t stopped. The roads were covered and the driving was treacherous. Four-wheel drive helped, but not enough. I didn’t want to worry Mia, but my knuckles were white on the steering wheel from how hard I was gripping it. Apparently, I didn’t do a good job of calming my sister.
“Are we going to make it, Chris?” she asked.
“I think so,” I said, trying to sound confident. Obviously, she didn’t buy it.
“Pull over,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“Pull over,” she repeated. I turned to look at her when I noticed she was pointing. We were about fifty feet from a motel.
“We can stay here until the storm stops and they plow the roads,” she suggested.
I had to admit it was a good idea. Apparently, others thought it was a good idea as well. The lot was almost full. While Mia called our parents, I went to get our rooms.
I fund her outside the truck shivering in the cold. I held up a single key.
“They’re really booked up,” I said. “We’re going to have to share.”
I handed her the key and went and got her suitcase. It weighed about a thousand pounds.
“What have you got in here?” I groaned as I lugged it toward the door.
“Necessities,” she laughed. She held the door for me and I entered the room. There wasn’t much to see. There was a bed, a chair, an open closet, and a small bathroom.
“Very cozy,” I said sarcastically.
“I’ve seen worse,” Mia said. I gave her a look, and she blushed furiously.
“I didn’t mean it like that, you jerk,” she said. “But just for thinking that, you’re sleeping in the car.”
She stuck her tongue out at me, and we both broke up laughing. Actually, after looking at the floor -- where I did plan to sleep -- the idea of sleeping in the car didn’t sound do bad. Unfortunately the room was safe and warm, and I didn’t fancy the idea of freezing to death while I slept. Therefore, the floor it was.
Fortunately, the motel had a small diner attached to it.
“I’m going to go get us something to eat, sis,” I said.
“Good. I’m starving,” she said. “While you’re going I’m going to take a long hot shower. I need to melt some of the ice off my body.”
“Don’t use up all the hot water,” I ordered, knowing all the while it was a futile command.
“Hurry back,” she said. “When you get here I have a little surprise for you.”
I looked at her and she had an unmistakably mischievous grin on her lovely face. Impulsively, I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. Kissing her lightly on the forehead, I whispered, “I’m glad you’re home, sis”
“Awwww,” she said, returning my embrace. We stood in the middle of the room like that for what felt like an eternity. Neither of us felt like breaking it. I couldn’t believe how good she felt. How warm. I started to respond to her closeness in the most inappropriate manner. Mia must have felt something, because she pushed me away hard. Before I could apologize, she said, “I’m wasting away here. Go get me some food, dammit!”
I laughed as I left, relieved that I had misread her action. I didn’t do anything wrong, I said as I waited for our order.
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I was gone for a good forty-five minutes. When I entered the room Mia almost ripped the bag from my hand in her haste to eat. She took her sandwich and sat down on the edge of the bed to devour it.
“You’re welcome,” I said as I watched her. She was still a little damp from the shower, and was wearing her favorite fuzzy blue robe with matching fuzzy blue slippers.
“There’s coffee too,” I said, setting it down on the nightstand. “Just like you like it. Black, with about a hundred sugars.”
This time she mumbled something around a mouthful of roast beef that might have been a thank you.
“My turn for a shower,” I said. “I just wish I had a change of clothes.”
Mia’s eyes lit up and she rushed over to her suitcase. Swallowing quickly, she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a small wrapped package.
“I bought this for you. Change into it when you’re done,” she said.
I was puzzled as I examined it. Change into what? I thought. But Mia pushed me into the bathroom before I could ask, and she closed the door between us.
I quickly tore off the paper and saw what was inside.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding!” I shouted through the door. I could hear her laugh in response. I held up her present and smiled.
I turned on the water and too a fast -- and icy cold -- shower. Then I dried myself off and slipped into Mia’s present. Without warning I slipped into Mia’s present. Then, without warning, I threw open the door and jumped into the room.
“Cowabunga, dude!” I shouted. Mia’s eyes popped open as she stared at me in shock. Then she started to giggle. I guess there was something about seeing your older brother standing in front of you wearing nothing but a pair of baggy white boxer shorts with little blue and red surfers on them. I felt ridiculous, but what the hell...
“Well, not that we’ve had our little fun, I’m going to go change,” I said.
“Don’t you dare,” she said firmly.
“C’mon, Mia, I’m freezing here,” I said. “I love them and everything, but...”
“You wanted to know what I learned in California?” she asked. She reached down and untied her robe. Then she slipped it off her lush young body.
“I learned I like sex. A lot,” she said.
“What do you think you’re doing, Mia?” I asked.
“I think I’m seducing my gorgeous brother,” she said.
This was so wrong. I was a lawyer. I argued for a living.
So why couldn’t I come up with one here?
Knowing I couldn’t take my eyes off her, my little sister started putting on a show. Lying back, she closed her eyes and started caressing her tight young body. She was an absolute beauty. Her tiny hands cupped her firm mounds, and her rosy pink nipples peeked out between her delicate fingers. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking on them.
I knew then I was lost. I started walking toward the bed. Then I stopped and dropped her present to the floor. Mia gasped at the sight of my nine-inch prick, already hard and ready for action.
“God, Chris, it’s so beautiful...”
I took her in my arms and kissed her hard and passionately.
“I love you, sis,” I said firmly.
