- Hidden desires and feelings made it better – 01
- Hidden desires and feelings made it better – 02
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Although I was still attending University, I remained living at home with my mother and younger sister. Stacy was attending the same school now as well, though a freshman, whereas I would be a Senior the following term. Some perhaps might think it odd that I had remained living at home as opposed to finding my own place. But I had done so with good reason.
For starters, the University was less than a mile away from where we lived. Hence, I didn’t need to drive there, very often walking, or occasionally riding a bike. Needless to say, Stacy did as well, much for the same reasons, though in her case, she hadn’t been able to afford to buy a car just yet. Sure, she could have gotten a reasonably good car, like mine…but she was a bit more stubborn in her mind-set. She wanted a new one. Then again, that was Stacy. She had always been strong willed and once deciding on something it was rare that she ever changed her mind.
The other reason I remained living at home was to help out. Dad had passed away several years ago due to illness. Mom had had a rough go of it ever since, working hard herself, and very often traveling out of town for two or three days at a time.
It was for that reason more than me saving money by living at home that I did so. I was in a sense you might say, the man of the house. As such, I took care of the yard and whatever household repairs might be needed. Stacy did her part as well, very often doing most of the laundry and cleaning, though helping out taking turns with dinner, most usually whenever mom was away. It was usually fast food or pizza night whenever it was Stacy’s turn to do dinner. But that was fine too. Another rule was, if you cooked, the other one did the dishes.
Living at home had another advantage for me as well. I had literally over time turned the basement into more of an apartment than a bedroom. I had a large bedroom that I had actually framed in myself, though it wasn’t, as yet quite finished. I still had some drywalling to do, but until I could afford to finish it, partially completed would have to be good enough for now.
I had finished an adjacent bathroom, and even a small sitting room (which used to be a makeshift game room of sorts) complete with a small refrigerator where I kept my own well-stocked supply of beverages and snacks. For the most part, I had complete and total privacy, save for the one room we all shared. Which of course was the laundry room.
Stacy and mom had their rooms upstairs adjacent to one another, with a shared bathroom that could be entered from either room. As such, that became known as the “Girls” room only, and mine of course being downstairs. Which once again was fine with me. I didn’t have to deal with a bunch of bras and panties hanging around as I occasionally saw whenever walking by with some reason to speak to either mom or my sister. Which thankfully wasn’t very often.
Now don’t get me wrong either. I truly did love my sister. However, it had been one of those “I’m gonna get you back,” kind of relationships we’d had growing up together. I lost track of the number of times that mom and dad had had to intervene before things truly got out of hand between us. And there was one other thing as well. Stacy’s best friend Angela, sort of had a thing for me.
Whenever Stacy had her friends over, and if Angela was there, she always found some reason to engage me in conversation, or attempt flirtation with me until Stacy could finally manage to drag her away. Not that I minded so much, Angela was cute, really cute.
But I already had a somewhat steady girlfriend I’d been seeing, though as I had also learned, that was apt to be changing soon either way. Debra, my girlfriend, had informed me of her intent to finish out her senior courses at an entirely different University, halfway across the country. I knew that the likelihood of maintaining a long distance relationship wasn’t good…but at the moment anyway, we were still having a good time with one another.
As I mentioned before. Stacy and I had one of those A-typical brother/sister relationships where we were always getting in one another’s hair…usually on purpose. We’d often tried to embarrass one another whenever we could, though I daresay I was behind on points on that one.
Stacy had actually once walked in on me (in the bathroom we no longer shared) as I’d stupidly forgotten to lock the door on mom’s side. Unbeknownst to me, Stacy had gone into mom’s room for one thing or another, and had then entered the bathroom without realizing I was in there. There I was, cock in hand, a pornographic magazine in the other when the door suddenly flew open. Rather than being shocked at seeing me, or me her for that matter, she actually just stood there in the doorway, even leaning against it.
“You gonna be at it much longer? I need to pee.”
I used the book to partially cover myself with, though she’d already seen enough long before I had done that.
“Pee in the shower,” I responded back glibly, hoping she’d just give up and go away. She actually looked over at the tub/shower as though considering it.
“No…I’ll wait,” she grinned back, continuing to stand there as though expecting me to continue jerking off with her watching.
“Then wait in your own room,” I said somewhat sternly. Obviously, she had me at a disadvantage here, as I tried to reassert some measure of control.
“Why? Looked to me like you were almost there. Will it really take that long?”
“It will as long as you’re standing there,” I responded back now, placing the magazine over my still hard prick, letting it form a make-shift tent of sorts, all the while taking my hands away. The one thing I had learned about Stacy long ago, the only way to win with her, or best her…was to wait her out. Seeing that I wasn’t about to do anything but sit there with a porn magazine resting on my cock, she finally turned, pulling the door behind her, though speaking to me even as she did.
“Make sure you double flush,” she half spat. “I don’t want to see any of your cum curdles floating around in the toilet!”
Needless to say, she wouldn’t have to worry about that. I soon after slipped back into my shorts and headed downstairs, passing her bedroom along the way. She was sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for me. And damn her…she was sitting there wearing only her panties when I did. She did have her arms crossing her bare breasts however, so it wasn’t like I could really see anything. But…she was making a point when doing that. Once again, one of her sisterly little teases, though nothing ever had, or ever would come from that.
I guess I really should describe my own sister for you, so that you can understand why being around her was very often so tough. Sister or not, she truly was a knockout, and she knew it. I think her only real drawback was her height. She was truly short. But as such, in High School, it had worked to her advantage as a cheerleader. She was only five foot two or three, if that.
Stacy had long blonde hair that fell well past her ass. And though she wasn’t blue-eyed (more hazel) she still had striking eyes anyway. Proportionally well built, she didn’t have what one might consider enormous boobs, though for her frame, they certainly looked like it. A tight little cheerleader’s ass, shapely legs…and well, you get the picture. I think she had gone through more boyfriends than I could count on both hands ever since she’d been allowed to start dating in High School, which very often made me wonder…”when did sis lose her virginity anyway?”
Obviously by now I knew that she had, just not with whom, or when. I’d overheard more than one conversation she’d had with her friends. One other advantage I’d never told anyone about. The heating vent in my bedroom ceiling had a direct link to the one in Stacy’s room. If things were just right, and quiet enough…and if I was feeling in a bit of a pervert kind of spying mood, I could stand on a small step stool and listen in on them.
I had tried not to do it too often. But whenever she had her friends over, especially Angela…I very often couldn’t help myself. I might not be willing to admit it, having a girlfriend and all, but had it not been for that…I might have been tempted to actually try and date her. Though I also knew in doing so, I’d somehow, in some way, come to regret it.
Things really came to a head one day when mom was scheduled to be out of town over a long three-day weekend. Stacy had already been given permission to have her friends over for a so-called “pajama party”, much to my chagrin. Not that I wouldn’t mind seeing a bunch of hot-body girls running around in skimpy pajamas (if that), but I’d already been warned, told…to stay out of the way and not bug them. Once by Stacy, and twice by mom.